A Kind of Dedication

It was obvious that everyone present was one of their own... one of their own Zetsu, with no reason to doubt each other.

Throughout the long course of history, if the White Zetsu were considered a species incapable of reproduction, then by today, the vast majority of individuals in that species had been lost.

And if one were to ask how these individuals died, it could only be said that the vast majority died from indiscriminate AOE attacks.

The White Zetsu died without knowing why, while the caster didn't even realize they had gotten an extra kill.

Therefore, Yuzhen's reasoning was very sound and trustworthy; some White Zetsu would even empathize with his situation.

One White Zetsu could naturally discern the essence of another, and from their perspective, there was nothing problematic with Yuzhen.

They were all White Zetsu, so why would they suspect anything?

For thousands of years, it had only been the White Zetsu who disguised themselves as other Ninja to stir up trouble. There was no possibility of a Ninja transforming into a White Zetsu without being detected.

The White Zetsu had a thousand-year-old inertia of thought; the idea of themselves being impersonated simply didn't exist in their minds. Thus, Yuzhen easily infiltrated the "Experience Packs."

The cave was dry and spacious. After Yuzhen's arrival, the White Zetsu quieted down again. About another day passed, and finally, all the White Zetsu in the surrounding area had gathered here.

"22, 23..."

Yuzhen counted silently in his mind. There were now 23 White Zetsu gathered in this small cave.

"Everyone is here," one White Zetsu stepped forward and stood before the others.

"Is the reason for this gathering the same as usual?" another White Zetsu asked.

"It's the same as before. You report any valuable intelligence to me, and then I report it to the main body."

"There's nothing worth mentioning. The destruction of a few small Ninja Clans, is that considered a significant event?"

"I don't have any high-value intelligence either."

"Our surveillance range already lacks valuable targets. It's just small Ninja Clans fighting each other, living day by day."

"..."

The White Zetsu reported while also complaining. When it was Yuzhen's turn, he simply replied "None" and finished.

After all the White Zetsu had reported, the one in charge said:

"The Ninja World has indeed been a bit too peaceful lately. It seems we need to increase our efforts to provoke the major Ninja Clans and further intensify their conflicts..."

"Peaceful..."

Yuzhen thought to himself. It seemed that small Ninja like him were not even considered people by the White Zetsu.

If they weren't seen, they didn't exist. If they didn't exist, there were no ripples. If there were no ripples and no influence, then naturally, they were insignificant. What significant impact could the life-and-death struggles between small and medium Ninja Clans have on the development of the Ninja World or the course of history?

"Dispatch two individuals to Area 037 to strengthen surveillance. More importantly, we have other actions planned, and the people sent there can be put to good use," the leading White Zetsu continued.

"Area 037 is?"

"Isn't that the village of the Uchiha Clan?"

Upon hearing that the next actions involved the Uchiha, one White Zetsu immediately said, "I'll go. It's too boring here."

Hearing this, Yuzhen's heart stirred, and he said, "Count me in."

Yuzhen couldn't make a move against the White Zetsu here, otherwise, intelligence like "a Ninja who can disguise himself as a White Zetsu is hunting White Zetsu" would inevitably leak out, and he would be in trouble... He couldn't instantly kill 23 White Zetsu who could use the Mayfly Technique.

So, he needed to find a lone White Zetsu and accompany them without arousing suspicion. In such a situation, there was no better opportunity than executing a mission together.

"Alright, you two will be dispatched to the 037 surveillance area."

The leading White Zetsu agreed. There was no difference between one White Zetsu and another, so there was no need to be picky; it didn't matter who went.

It pondered for a moment and finally said:

"Everyone, for that great goal, while we monitor the Ninja World, we must also pay more attention to our own safety.

Over thousands of years, we have lost too many individuals, and we cannot afford to lose any more... 1157, that is our current remaining number. If we lose any more, it will be difficult for us to maintain surveillance over the entire Ninja World."

"1157... So many Experience Packs."

If Yuzhen's Experience Pack theory held true, how many levels would these Experience Packs allow him to reach? Well, he was thinking too much. How could he possibly kill all the White Zetsu?

All the White Zetsu were a mountain of gold, and Yuzhen couldn't possibly move it all. He could only quietly pick up a few gold nuggets at the foot of the mountain.

After a brief exchange, the White Zetsu meeting was adjourned, and they departed in different directions.

Yuzhen followed behind his mission companion, heading towards the so-called Area 037. He had to follow them because he had no idea where the Uchiha village was.

One day later.

Yuzhen and this White Zetsu were traveling using the Mayfly Technique, so their speed was very fast. By now, they had completely separated from the other White Zetsu. They couldn't sense any other White Zetsu individuals around them.

Thus, Yuzhen, who had been silently following the White Zetsu, began to speak, preparing to gently knock on the other's mind, which had been sealed for over a thousand years.

"Do you think we can really complete that plan?" he asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" The White Zetsu was confused by the question.

The White Zetsu's brains simply didn't allow them to harbor such doubts. This was determined by their physiological, organic brain structure. They were born to save their mother; a brain that didn't want to save its mother simply couldn't produce such thoughts.

"We've already spent over a thousand years on that plan, but what progress have we made? Almost zero. Is it really worth wasting such long lives on such a vague plan?"

"There are clearly more meaningful things in the world, things worth investing time in, that we should strive for. Why keep checking impractical plans? Oh, right, are you male or female? Do you have any thoughts on cultivating female White Zetsu?"

"You... what are you talking about?" This White Zetsu's brain was about to crash.

"Me..."

Yuzhen suddenly spread his arms, and his palms extended from behind the White Zetsu, pressing on its temples from either side of its head.

Then he pushed his palms together, exerting force. With a crisp crack, the White Zetsu's head spun a full circle and a half.

"You're tired. I just want to advise you to rest well."

"Abandon collective thinking and embrace individualism. Although you've lost your life, you've gained eternal liberation. How about that? Once you decide to abandon your mother, you'll suddenly feel the world open up, won't you?"

All one could say was that Yuzhen consistently liked to consider others.

He thought what others thought and worried about what others worried about. After even a brief interaction with him, people often concluded, "He's surprisingly kind."