On the edge of a desolate, secluded island, far from any human presence, Obito Uchiha, Zetsu, and the White Zetsu Clone Tobi stood side by side atop a towering, sheer cliff, silently gazing toward the distant horizon like stones waiting for their husbands.
There, two superpowers were about to clash fiercely.
After a while, the black-robed man standing in the middle asked, "What did Nagato say?"
"He wants me to confirm the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki's exact whereabouts," Black Zetsu replied.
"I see. He wants to snatch the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki while Kumogakure and Konoha are at war. Clever." The black-robed man—Obito Uchiha—smiled.
"Obito, I have to remind you that what you're doing now goes beyond the plan Lord Madara laid out," Black Zetsu said darkly.
"Are you telling me what to do?" Obito turned to look at him coldly. A Sharingan glinted with a chilly light through the orange spiral mask.
"I'm just reminding you." Black Zetsu looked at Obito expressionlessly. He knew Obito's ambitions had been growing by the day, but he hadn't expected Obito to act outside the plan. It left him extremely displeased!
The Shinobi World was already in such a difficult state, and Obito was still being so willful. Black Zetsu was truly worn out from worrying!
"Hey, hey, that octopus looks surprisingly cute," the White Zetsu Clone Tobi giggled, interrupting them.
Obito lowered his gaze. Far below, waves crashed against the cliff as a giant octopus bobbed in the surf. It was Gyuki, the Eight-Tails.
But Obito had already taken control of the Eight-Tails. Whenever its eyes opened and closed, they revealed a sickle-shaped Mangekyo Sharingan pattern.
The border between the Land of Hot Water and the Land of Fire.
After a few more entries had been added to Hanfu's Diary Notebook, Namikaze Minato finally arrived