Those taking photos took photos, and those pointing and whispering pointed and whispered. The intense crowd of onlookers... More than that, they really did look as though they were staring at some strange novelty.
To be fair.
There was no shortage of people cosplaying strange things at conventions.
Like Gojo Satoru with 2.5 lines from Little Griseo's previous life, or trash cans. Some even cosplayed the God of Wealth or Guangmu Heavenly King, and so on...
Precisely because it was a convention, everyone let themselves go. Even when they saw something like that, most people merely smiled.
From this perspective, indeed! The cosplayer who had attracted so many eyes was truly a success.
It stood there blankly, looking around, then looking at itself. It raised a hand and sniffed it. Then it bared its teeth, revealing a row of razor-sharp fangs.
That performance-like gesture caused another wave of startled cries from the surrounding crowd.
So realistic...
Its body was pitch-black, yet it had a row of shark teeth that gleamed white.
One had to understand.
There was no Naruto in this world.
So there was no Black Zetsu.
There were not even any similar characters!
But that was fine.
Original creations were nothing new.
After all, convention-goers were a free-spirited bunch.
After a brief bout of disgust, its realism instead made everyone even more astonished.
"Hey, buddy, can I take a photo?"
"Ugh! I have to say, the smell on you really makes it feel like you've been marinating in a trash can for a week... You've really gone all out."
"..."
Someone approached.
He was holding a DSLR.
Covering his nose with one hand, he teased it.
The fat otaku-and-baseball-cap combination was just a stereotype.
But he was wearing a My King shirt. At a glance, he was clearly