"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo."
A sudden burst of sneezing rang through the vast underground chamber. The old man, who had been dozing, raised a hand and wiped his nose, then slowly opened his scarlet eyes. He looked down coldly at the excited White Zetsu below, his aged voice carrying a chill that made one shudder.
"Have you finally chosen a suitable pawn?"
"Heh heh heh~"
Looking at the smug White Zetsu, the little black man standing guard behind the old man flashed a hint of impatience across his face.
"Stop keeping us in suspense. Hurry up and say it. Who exactly meets the standard?"
In order to choose an heir to Uchiha Madara's will, who knew how many White Zetsu had been keeping watch on Konoha day and night, afraid they might miss some once-in-an-era talent from the Uchiha Clan.
"That's not it. It's the person Lord Madara previously ordered us to keep an eye out for. He appeared."
A person to keep an eye out for?
High on his seat, Uchiha Madara, who was still wondering whether he had caught a cold because he was wearing too little, froze at those words. His gray-white brows furrowed slightly.
Had there been such a thing?
"Lord Madara, do you have senile dementia?"
As if seeing through Uchiha Madara's thoughts, the White Zetsu below pointed at his own empty skull with an extremely exaggerated motion.
"Noisy."
The moment those words were spoken, Uchiha Madara, whose memory had indeed declined somewhat, instantly lost face. His expression abruptly turned cold, and even the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees.
"If you keep dawdling, I'll send you off to become a battery!"
Sensing the displeasure in Uchiha Madara's tone, Black Zetsu took the initiative to step forward and gestured with his chin toward the Mobile Toilet