"It was a success in an instant, Lord Madara."
Inside Madara Uchiha's secret base, Black Zetsu suddenly appeared and reported good news to Madara, who was leaning back in his chair.
"Just as you predicted, Uchiha Yaowan awakened his Sharingan and is heading towards the base."
Black Zetsu, who witnessed the entire incident, was also filled with joy.
This was the first time in all these years that he had come so close to the end of his plan.
Next, all he needs to do is figure out how to manipulate Nagato to revive Madara Uchiha, and then use Madara's powerful strength to collect the Tailed Beast. That way, he can kick this annoying guy aside and let him see what a mastermind he is!
I'll kick you a few times to vent my anger after you die!
Black Zetsu secretly fixed his gaze on Madara's body, already itching to kick him a few times in the face.
"Um."
Madara didn't show much emotion when Black Zetsu reported the good news to him; to him, it was all inevitable.
"Lord Madara, Setsuna seems to have other ideas..."
Seeing that Madara only nodded and did not explain the next step of the plan, Black Zetsu couldn't help but start to sow discord between Madara and Uchiha Setsuna.
In his view, Madara had prepared too many backup plans, including Nagato, Yaowan, and Setsuna, which was very disadvantageous for Black Zetsu's backstab that had not yet been launched.
After Ban dies, he will have to focus his attention on the three of them to prevent them from doing anything unplanned.
Seeing that Madara still hadn't made a statement, Black Zetsu told Madara in detail about Setsuna's apparent interest in the Three-Tails.
"It doesn't matter. Setsuna's hatred for Konoha will be the driving force that propels him forward after my death."
Madara subconsciously reached out and touched the blade of the scythe beside his left hand, glancing at Black Zetsu in front of him with some disdain:
"Besides, without a moment's restraint, a piece of trash like you wouldn't be able to keep an eye on that young brat Uchiha Yaowan."
Black Zetsu was inexplicably called a piece of trash again, has once again reached the Red-Tier level.
[I'm so damn hard on myself, why did I have to say something like that? Now I'm getting yelled at again!]
Black Zetsu mentally slapped himself twice, blaming himself for being so talkative.
No longer glancing at the "Red Zetsu" before him, Madara continued speaking to himself, "In terms of loyalty, Setsuna is no less than you, a man-made being. You can completely trust him. But if Yaowan harbors any improper intentions in the future..."
"Therefore, a piece of trash should do his job properly. As for Setsuna, let him be for now."
[You're the real trash, your whole family is trash! I am Kaguya Otsutsuki's son, the creator of ninja history! You're all just pawns in my game! I @#￥!%￥#%!@]
Having been called trash multiple times, Black Zetsu felt terrible and started imagining how he would torture Madara severely with a small leather whip once Madara was no longer of any use to him.
"Alright, good-for-nothings, go back to where good-for-nothings should go. The protagonist is about to make his appearance."
Sensing that Yaowan was about to arrive at the base, Madara impatiently gestured to the Black Zetsu in front of him to hurry up and get lost.
Faced with such humiliation, Black Zetsu displayed a spirit of endurance even greater than that of a ninja, and with a heart full of telegrams, he vanished underground.
After finishing his meal around the campfire, Kazashiro stood up, stretched, and prepared to return to his tent to rest, but was drawn to the sound of an eagle's cry.
A handsome Ninja Hawk landed precisely on Kazashiro's shoulder, tilting its head to indicate that he should take out the information from the mailbox.
Is this method of communication from Dad?
Frowning, Kazashiro reached into the letterbox and took out the scroll of paper. Before he could even unfold it and read its contents, the Ninja Hawk flapped its wings and flew back into the night sky.
So anxious?
Unsure of what had happened, Kazashiro hurriedly unrolled the paper and quickly scanned its contents.
To his surprise, the messenger was not his own father, but the First Hokage whip- Jinchuriki Yamanaka Zen.
The note said that he and Shimura Ikko were tracking a rogue ninja who had defected from the village and were currently near the Mist Battlefield, urgently needing Kazashiro's support.
Having confirmed that the coded message was accurate, Kazashiro, his face dark, crumpled the note in pieces, while simultaneously racking his brains.
According to regulations, he has now left the Root organization and is now Jonin captain in Konoha, so he should not respond to the other party's call.
Ke Kazashiro wasn't sure if his father had any involvement in this.
What's even more puzzling is, what kind of rogue ninja was being followed that would prompt two Jonin- level Root ninjas to send a distress call to a thirteen-year-old child?
The whole thing had an inexplicable eeriness about it.
The Mist Battlefield...
Rogue ninja...
Request for help...
Could it be--
He took over the Minato script himself?!
For a fleeting moment, Kazashiro felt his mind was incredibly Seimei.
This is very likely a conspiracy by Madara, whose purpose was to divert him away, then send someone to ambush Rin, ultimately causing Obito to fall into darkness.
You, Madara, at your age you still won't give up, still fixated on Obito, even luring Yamanaka Zen and Shimura Ikko into your trap.
But if I ordered Kakashi and Obito to stay in the camp and wait for me, wouldn't that be like blowing up Tsuna's ship?
Of course, the safest way to handle this is to completely ignore the two of them and pretend that you didn't receive the message, but...
What if these two whip -Jinchuriki die because they lack their own support?
Although he complained every Tenten that the two of them were too rough, Kazashiro knew that they were genuinely doing it for him, especially since they had been with him for so many years.
"Well, I might as well go. After all, I promised Kabuto I'd introduce these two great teachers to him. Anyway, I have the Flying Thunder God Technique; if things get bad, I can just run back."
Muttering to himself to encourage himself, Kazashiro turned and walked in another direction, finding Kakashi packing up his ninja tools.
"Kakashi, the Anbu has a mission, and I need to go there personally. You, Obito, and Rin stay at the camp. Do not leave, understand?"
Approaching Kakashi, Kazashiro spoke seriously, emphasizing that none of them should leave the camp, especially Rin, to prevent her from encountering any danger.
"Is it dangerous?"
Hearing Kazashiro's serious tone, Kakashi frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"It's alright, there are other Anbu colleagues. Besides, like Minato, I Flying Thunder God Technique. Maybe I'll fly back while you guys are sleeping."
Seeing that his tone had startled Kakashi, Kazashiro casually patted the other's shoulder, and then, without waiting for Kakashi's reply, used the Body Flicker Technique to leave in front of him.
"Please don't die, Yamanaka Zen, Shimura Ikko!"
As Kazashiro ran swiftly through the tranquil forest, he could only hope that his guesses were all wrong, and that the two whip -Jinchuriki had simply happened to appear in the Mist Battlefield.