How, Never Seen an Ice Clone That Can Bleed?

Kakashi and Rin remained silent.

Obito kept wiping his eyes, trying to erase the blood, but he couldn't succeed; his vision was constantly being covered by crimson.

"Hateful!"

With a desperate roar, Obito's Sharingan transformed into Three-Tomoe Sharingan, and the Tomoe in his eyes began to spin.

"Kazashiro, Kazashiro, Kazashiro!"

With Obito's roar, the Tomoe in his eyes finally solidified into a sharp pattern.

"Uh, why are you shouting at me like that?"

Hearing Obito's roar, Kazashiro emerged from the shadows, staring blankly at Obito before him.

"Kazashiro, can you explain what's going on?"

Kakashi stood up speechlessly, pointing to the lump of ice on the ground covered in red liquid.

"What's the big deal? Haven't you ever seen Ice Clone before?"

Peeking at the ice on the ground, Kazashiro rolled his eyes, scoffing at Kakashi's overreaction.

"Why can your Ice Clone bleed?"

Lin stood up, her face full of exasperation, her hands covered in blood from when she was trying to save Kazashiro.

"Blood packs, otherwise how can the enemy believe I'm dead?"

Kazashiro said matter-of-factly that this was a good idea he had thought about for a long time. With the blood pack, he would solve the technical problem of the Clone Technique not bleeding. It might be difficult to fool elite Jonin, but it would be enough to fool those idiots who were not very smart or strong.

"You don't believe me, do you? You really don't believe me?"

Seeing that Kakashi and Rin were both speechless, Kazashiro seemed to have thought of something and showed a surprised look.

"Hey Obito, why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you just calling my name?"

Kazashiro patted Obito on the shoulder, looking at the other's blood-covered face, and was very curious about his reaction.

"Why aren't you saying anything? I just saved your life... Oh my god, your eyes?"

Seeing Obito's lifeless eyes and the strange Sharingan pattern within them, Kazashiro was startled and stared at the guy in front of him in disbelief.

"Mangekyō Sharingan?"

As is well known, the condition for awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan is that the Sharingan user receives a tremendous stimulus, and a special Chakra is generated in the mind that acts on the eyes before the Sharingan is activated.

For example, witnessing the death of someone important...

Stiffly turning his head, looking at the melting ice on the ground, Kazashiro forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "You all... really believed it?"

Kakashi and Rin exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"Whose clone bleeds? Lin and I both thought you'd been slashed by the enemy."

Upon receiving the answer, Kazashiro truly wanted to cry.

Obito is way too fragile. He awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan before Rin even died. That's a bit disrespectful to his character.

What should I do now? Aren't people who awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan supposed to be a little extreme? What if this guy...?

"Wind... White..."

Obito, whose eyes had been vacant, finally snapped out of it and stared blankly at Kazashiro beside him, his tone filled with dread.

Startled by Obito's voice, Kazashiro broke out in a cold sweat and had no choice but to turn around and face him. "Yo, Obito, you don't need to thank me for saving my life. If you're alright—"

What interrupted Kazashiro's words was Obito's powerful hug.

"Thank goodness, I'm so glad you're alright. I really thought you were going to die. We finally managed to get back together as a team..."

Hearing Obito's tearful voice and sensing his worry, Kazashiro was somewhat moved. He then said helplessly, "Um, you've got snot all over my clothes, go wipe it off with some tissue..."

Black Zetsu didn't witness Kazashiro's "resurrection." After slipping away along Oishi's trouser leg, he took White Zetsu back to Madara's side.

"It worked?"

Opening his eyes, Ban looked at the mixture of Black and White Zetsu before him and asked.

"It failed..."

Black Zetsu replied in a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing of Black Zetsu's failure, Madara Uchiha's face showed displeasure. He snorted coldly, closed his eyes again, and with a few utterances, gave Black Zetsu a fitting assessment:

"Waste."

Hearing Madara's undisguised insults, Black Zetsu nearly turned into Red Zetsu on the spot.

What are you, a mere reincarnation of Indra? Just a pawn, yet you dare to insult me here?!

But the thought of having to rely on the other party to revive his mother made Black Zetsu swallow his anger and continue to play the role of a product of Madara's will with a blank expression.

"Hmph, all he got was loyalty."

Although he really wanted to throw this useless thing away, Madara gave up the idea because he thought that at least the other party was loyal to him.

"Since we've failed, let's just give up on this guy completely. Anyway, we've already made some gains from the other White Zetsu."

Madara's mood improved slightly at the thought of Uchiha Setsuna, who had been lured out of Konoha by White Zetsu.

He could save himself the trouble of brainwashing Setsuna, since the other party had always claimed to be the successor of his will, making it much easier to explain to him. However, Setsuna's age was indeed a big problem...

"I'll give you one more chance. Go and bring that brat from the Mist Battlefield back to you."

Madara, feeling that a moment wasn't enough, decided to send Black Zetsu on another trip. As for Obito, well, let him be; he was just an insignificant nobody anyway.

"Yes, but, Lord Madara, why didn't you choose the more talented Uchiha Shisui?"

Black Zetsu nodded, and at the same time asked what was on his mind, since the other guy Madara chose wasn't much stronger than Obito.

"Uchiha Shisui is a follower of Hashirama's will. He can't be swayed by ordinary words. Instead of wasting time on him, we should choose someone more easily influenced. As a created being, you just need to do as I ask. There's no need to use your non-existent brain to think about the selection."

Madara's words implied that Black Zetsu, who was being mocked as brainless, had once again reached the Red-level level.

He really wanted to rip this old bastard to death with a single blow, and then step on his face to tell him that he was nothing but a pawn manipulated by him, the Black Zetsu Grandpa, and that even his dreams were fabricated by him. What did he think he was?

For Mom, for Mom.

Remembering Kaguya's face, Black Zetsu, who hadn't felt maternal love for over a thousand years, was enraged and obediently followed Madara's instructions, embarking on the journey to the Mist Battlefield.