The Final Step (Seeking Subscriptions)

Within Akatsuki's base, Obito looked at the White Zetsu hanging from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path. His expression was calm, but a faint ripple stirred within his heart.

White Zetsu were troublesome. As Akatsuki's current leader and Uchiha Madara's representative in the human world, he naturally understood their strength.

White Zetsu perhaps all had something wrong with their heads. Mildly put, they were somewhat childlike; harshly put, they were naive and stupid, the sort that was basically beyond saving.

But their foundations were simply too strong. After all, they had been infused with Hashirama Cells. No matter how idiotic they were, they had still gained powers others could only envy—and powers that were even difficult to deal with.

They were born able to use the Mayfly Technique, moving underground at incredible speed without leaving a trace.

Beyond that, they could disguise themselves as anyone, making it difficult for others to tell real from fake.

Those abilities were merely their most basic powers, and nearly every White Zetsu had mastered them. The stronger White Zetsu even possessed abilities that were far more despair-inducing.

Possession. Obito still remembered that technique. Back then, he had relied on a White Zetsu attaching itself to his body to gain formidable combat strength.

That White Zetsu with a face like a whirlpool had even mastered Wood Style itself. No matter how much of an idiot it was, Obito had to acknowledge its abilities.

He knew full well just how terrifying the destruction would be if such immense Wood Style were unleashed on a battlefield.

"There are a hundred thousand White Zetsu here." Just as Obito was deep in thought, Black Zetsu slowly emerged from the ground. His deep voice rang out slowly. "This is our most important fighting force."

"Mm, it is." Obito nodded,