Before long.
Black Zetsu, having been kicked out of the room and told not to disturb his studying, gazed wistfully at the sky over the Land of Grass.
Was he... strange?
Were those the kinds of questions a normal ninja should ask?
Would a normal ninja know those things?
And who was he calling Little Black?
Thinking of his current circumstances... Black Zetsu felt a pang of bitterness.
He was the dignified... third son of Mother, of the same generation as the Sage of Six Paths, yet now he was being called... Little Black?!
According to his original plan, he was supposed to become Madara's will. With Madara's identity as a safeguard, he could then properly guide Madara's substitute onto the path of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
However.
What about now?
Not only had he nearly been unable to get out, but now he had to answer all sorts of random questions.
Black Zetsu had never gone to school. How could he possibly know the answers to those questions?
When Madara Uchiha attended class, Black Zetsu had not been listening either. Sometimes he had even skipped class and run off. When had he ever learned any of that?
And when he could not answer, that brat even questioned him!
Called him Little Black!
This was simply...
A sin against nature~
Of course, none of that mattered. It was merely enduring humiliation for the greater cause!
As a product of Mother's will, as long as he could rescue Mother, he could endure all of it!
Unfortunately.
He was no longer Madara's will, but a will born from a book Madara had painstakingly written.
And he did not understand this or that!
His status had immediately fallen several levels!
Especially that Uchiha youth who had once been supposed to be foolish... innocent. He