Six Months Later, It's Time to Say Goodbye

Deep underground, darkness wrapped around everything like thick ink.

Zetsu's figure shot swiftly through soil and stone like a swimming fish, using its unique Mayfly Technique.

White Zetsu's half cried out exaggeratedly, "Hey, hey! Wasn't that guy way too terrifying?! Is he really a ninja of this era? Even the brothers Hagoromo and Hamura back then probably weren't much more than that, right?!"

Black Zetsu remained silent, but inside, a storm was already raging.

He had lived for over a thousand years. Though he had not personally witnessed the battle in which the Otsutsuki brothers Hagoromo and Hamura sealed their mother, the Kaguya Clan, he had later instigated the battle between Asura and Indra himself.

However, the power that boy who called himself Uzumaki Menma had displayed just now—that attitude of treating Uchiha Madara and his Rinnegan as if they were nothing, of cleaving through Meteorite with casual motions, of kicking apart Perfect Susanoo with a single foot—gave him a thought that even he found terrifying.

That guy's strength had very likely already surpassed Hagoromo and Hamura in their time!

But why?

Why would such an existence beyond all standards be born on this planet that Mother had regarded as a nursery?

Black Zetsu could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought. A sense of loss and despair, as if his plan had completely slipped out of control, seeped through him.

Only after fleeing several hundred kilometers away from Amegakure and confirming that he was completely safe did Zetsu slowly stop.

His hoarse, gloomy voice rang out in the darkness. "How many White Zetsu did we lose?"

White Zetsu's half sensed and tallied through the chakra connected to the vast network of plant roots underground. A moment later, he spoke in that exaggerated tone that carried