With his arm restored, though its color looked somewhat strange, Shisui was still delighted. The extra arm did not make him feel uncomfortable in the slightest.
"Mm."
Looking at Shisui's bandage-wrapped right hand, Ronglin nodded, signaling for him to step aside first. Whatever they had to say could wait.
"Zetsu."
"I hope you haven't forgotten the promise between us."
Except in private, Black Zetsu always wore a frivolous, smiling expression that made him seem unreliable. In truth, he was the most sinister one of all.
"Of course."
Ronglin nodded, opened his umbrella, and walked outside. Black Zetsu glanced at Konan, who gave him an expression that said she knew nothing. After thinking it over, Black Zetsu followed.
Kisame Hoshigaki and Shisui exchanged a glance and stayed behind.
The two walked one before the other—one holding an umbrella in front, the other getting drenched in the rain behind. Only after they had gone far enough did Ronglin turn around to look at Black Zetsu.
At that moment, Black Zetsu's usual smile was gone. White Zetsu, fused together with him, had also fallen silent, leaving Black Zetsu in absolute control.
"I need something related to Hashirama Senju."
Ronglin stated his purpose without beating around the bush.
Black Zetsu was slightly surprised.
"I remember that you possess Hashirama Senju's cells, and you've even used them on certain people. You shouldn't need to come to me for help, should you?"
When it came to reconnaissance and gathering intelligence, if Black Zetsu claimed second place, no one would dare claim first—because no one could compete with him.
Even something as mysterious as the Shadow could be found by Black Zetsu. Who would doubt his abilities?
Even the Sage of Six Paths had failed to notice Black Zetsu's existence back then. If Black Zetsu wanted to