"As you can see, Uchiha Ronglin."
Ronglin raised a hand and tapped his temple with a finger. Watching Black Zetsu's expression grow increasingly unpleasant, he smiled faintly and said, "I merely know a little more than most people. But rest assured, I have no intention of opposing your plan. On the contrary, I would very much like to see the true face of the legendary progenitor of Chakra, Kaguya Otsutsuki."
Black Zetsu remained silent, his gaze fixed on Ronglin, his eyes filled with sinister calculation as though he were weighing something.
Ronglin did not care what Black Zetsu was considering. The most likely possibility was killing him—but could Black Zetsu actually do it?
Black Zetsu had no choice but to trust him.
Whatever thoughts he had, he could only keep them bottled up. Otherwise, if Ronglin spread the news, could Black Zetsu's Infinite Tsukuyomi plan still succeed?
Sure, becoming the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki and activating the Infinite Tsukuyomi could drastically increase one's power—but what came afterward?
Becoming the foundation for Kaguya Otsutsuki's resurrection—put bluntly, becoming a shell. Who would be willing?
Power was important, but life was more important. No one was an idiot. Even Madara and Obito, who had already stepped into darkness, would have to consider whether it was worth it.
"Provided you do nothing that displeases me. I can let bygones be bygones over what happened before, though I am still very angry."
"I can guarantee that the Danzo incident will never happen again. If you wish, I can even bring him before you!!!"
After struggling internally for a while, Black Zetsu chose to compromise. Ronglin had guessed correctly—Black Zetsu had no other option.
Unless he possessed the power to kill Ronglin, and could do so without Ronglin revealing the information first.
Black Zetsu did not know whether