"I told you to make fake IDs! Fake IDs! You're driving me mad!"
"Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? Even that idiot Tobirama laughed at me!"
"Look at what you've done! You actually dared to make fake IDs."
"You're the most worthless Zetsu I've ever trained!"
With every sentence, came a kick.
And unsurprisingly...
"Ow! Ow! Lord Madara, stop kicking me! Lord Madara, stop kicking me!" The White Zetsu original body was kicked by the furious Madara until he ran around clutching his head. He hurriedly begged, "And Lord Madara, I'm the original body! I'm actually just like Obito—when they work, I'm the one working! I'm just as diligent as every other Zetsu~, I haven't been slacking off!"
Though Lord Madara's kicks were not strong enough to plant him in the ground, and any attack that could not make him grow into a tree was nothing to a Zetsu, he still had to pretend it hurt!
That was right.
He was the one making fake IDs.
The White Zetsu original body!
After the Cocoyasi Village incident ended, and Black Zetsu seemed to have found a new purpose and stopped caring about him, he had begun to feel rather aimless.
It was as if his life had lost its purpose once again.
Go back to working?
Working was impossible. He would never work in this lifetime.
So, bored out of his mind, he decided to imitate that kid Obito and start his own business.
To prove that he, the senior White Zetsu original body, was no worse than anyone else.
But what could someone without a single cent do?
Pick up trash?
Don't be ridiculous!
He was the White Zetsu original body!
But everything else... was either exhausting or required skills he did not have. After giving it