There Are Two Suns in the Sky!

That explained how Uchiha Brahman knew Obito Uchiha's identity and their plans.

Black Zetsu let out a deep sigh of relief. The unease in his heart gradually subsided.

Then came another surge of anger.

"Madara Uchiha, you idiot! Even dead, you left me with this mess. You nearly scared me to death!"

Black Zetsu cursed inwardly. Just moments ago, he'd thought Uchiha Brahman had discovered his true identity and learned of his real plan. Thankfully, thankfully, it was just that idiot Madara Uchiha who'd carelessly revealed their current plan. At most, Uchiha Brahman only knew about Madara Uchiha's plan.

He knew absolutely nothing about Black Zetsu.

What a relief! What a relief!

Black Zetsu was immensely grateful and relaxed. As long as his true identity wasn't exposed and his real plan remained unknown, everything could still be worked out. It was all fine.

Though Madara Uchiha hadn't admitted it, the two had already tacitly agreed that Uchiha Brahman knew their secrets because Madara Uchiha had let them slip.

Yes, that had to be it. What else could it be?

Was it possible that Uchiha Brahman, who hadn't even lived a fraction as long as Black Zetsu, really knew his identity? Knew the history of the Shinobi World? What a joke. Even the Sage of Six Paths didn't know Black Zetsu existed.

How could a mere Uchiha, a mere Uchiha Brahman, separated from the Six Paths by who knew how many generations, possibly know any of this? He'd just overreacted.

It couldn't be helped. Uchiha Brahman was the first person in all these years to discover him on his own.

If he hadn't escaped fast enough, he'd be dead by now.

"We have to kill Uchiha Brahman! He's seriously obstructing our plan!"

Obito lay on the ground, gritting his teeth as he spoke in a low voice. Even now, Kakashi's voice still echoed in his ears like a nightmare.

"..."

Black Zetsu fell silent. Part of him wanted to run away and hide. If he lay low for a few years, until Uchiha Brahman died, he could still carry on with his plan. But...

Could he really give up? The Rinnegan had appeared, and all the players were already onstage. This was the closest he'd ever come to success. If he missed this chance, who knew how long it would be before another came along?

He couldn't give up. He couldn't run. As long as they killed Uchiha Brahman...

"Fine. Let's go find Nagato!"

Black Zetsu looked at Obito and nodded.

Konoha.

"Praise Brahman!"

"Praise the Kind Father!"

"President! We adore you!"

Every citizen of the Empire in all of Konoha had taken to the streets. They stood feverishly along the roads, shouting, extolling, and praising him as they let their excitement pour out.

Seated on the imperial carriage, Uchiha Brahman rested his hand against his cheek. Listening to the fervent acclamations, he broke into a blissful smile.

"Hahahaha! Excellent, excellent! Just as I'd expect from the citizens of my Empire!"

Uchiha Brahman laughed happily. He shifted his position and leaned back in the carriage, placing both hands on its armrests.

At the city gate, a group of ninja stood respectfully. The moment they saw Uchiha Brahman, they all knelt. Behind them, a bright-red carpet stretched along the street all the way to the palace.

All around the streets, the citizens of Konoha had gathered, wildly and fervently offering their praise.

"Your humble servant praises the great Brahman!"

Shimura Danzō knelt on the ground, offering his praise with the utmost reverence. He had placed his knees and his loyalty at the feet of the Uchiha he'd once hated most, distrusted most, and wanted most to destroy.

How devout! How reverent! How noble! How magnificent! This was the great Brahman!

"Praise Brahman! Praise the President!"

Setsuna Uchiha knelt and kowtowed to the exalted figure seated on the imperial carriage, offering his praise.

He trembled with excitement. Uchiha Brahman was the pride of the Uchiha Clan—or no, not merely its pride, but its most exalted member. Madara, the Uchiha Clan's ancestors—compared to the great Brahman, they were all no better than dog shit.

Through all these long years, only he—only Uchiha Brahman—had accomplished this unprecedented feat: ruling the Shinobi World.

Compared to the great Brahman, Setsuna Uchiha thought that the so-called coup they'd once planned had been pathetic. It had been far too feeble, far too small-minded.

"Praise Brahman! Unify the Shinobi World, for all ages to come! Immortal forever! Great Brahman! We adore you!"

Setsuna Uchiha praised him with feverish devotion, tears of excitement streaming down his face. This was the great Brahman!

To have lived to see the great Brahman become the Uchiha Clan's leader, to have lived to see him rule the world—Setsuna Uchiha could die content!

"Great Brahman! We adore you!"

All the citizens of the Empire present joined in the fervent acclamations.

How moving!

Before long, Uchiha Brahman's imperial carriage reached the city gate.

"Mm. You may all rise."

He looked impassively at Danzō and the others kneeling on the ground.

Gratitude! Give thanks!

Danzō and the others immediately stood up and gazed at Uchiha Brahman with utmost reverence. Then they followed him into Konoha.

"Oh! Brahman! Brahman!"

"O great Kind Father, great Brahman! You are our father! You are supreme, you are the one and only. We adore you, we praise you. You are the sun in the heavens, shining with boundless light upon us, the humble creatures of this world!"

"O great Brahman! We praise you! You surpass all things. Even the Sage of Six Paths cannot compare to you. Gratitude! Give thanks!"

"O great Brahman! We praise you! You founded a great nation and bestowed your great blessings upon us. Your wisdom is boundless, your insight infinitely vast and profound, your courage incomparable, your heart endlessly compassionate, and your character immeasurably benevolent. You are the very embodiment of wisdom! You are our father! Praise the Kind Father!"

Fervent acclamations echoed throughout Konoha. The citizens of the Empire gazed at the great Brahman, moved to tears. Their excitement was beyond words, for the sun's light—the great light—shone upon their humble souls.

How moving! How exhilarating! Some of them dropped to their knees and kowtowed over and over, like pilgrims worshipping at a holy site, offering their praise with devout reverence.

On this day, two suns appeared in the sky!