Everything in sight was white. Heavy snow blanketed the entire world, and every breath came out in a visible cloud. The icy wind seemed intent on freezing everything in its path.
The climate here was harsh and bitterly cold, yet the landscape, wrapped in silver, had a beauty all its own.
"These are all conifers. This should be a frigid climate zone, which means the Land of Snow really is close to this planet's pole." He was wrapped in a white cloak, and the black mask on his face covered the upper half. A golden Thunder Rune was painted on it.
After reading the stone tablet with Fugaku at Naka Shrine, he had meant to destroy the harmful thing. But when he made his move, he hesitated. It was a tool Black Zetsu used to cause trouble. If he destroyed it now, he would surely attract Black Zetsu's attention, and that thousand-year-old schemer might cook up another plot.
When it came to schemes and intrigues, he wasn't necessarily Black Zetsu's match.
At the same time, he remembered that tens of thousands of White Zetsu were lurking beneath the Shinobi World. Most of them were probably in the Rain Country, but Black Zetsu's ability to gather information was so pervasive that he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
The Uchiha Clan had always been caught in Black Zetsu's schemes. Changing one Night of the Clan Massacre couldn't change the Uchiha Clan's fate. Only by escaping his surveillance could they change their destiny of being targeted.
That was when he thought of the small country of the Land of Snow, situated in the polar region. It was a good fallback. The Land of Snow was hardly remarkable in the Shinobi World; in fact, few people even paid attention to this remote