The Abruptly Appearing Space-Time, the Ruined Resurrection

Black Zetsu's face lifted from the back of Madara's neck. His pure white eyes turned toward the blood-red sky, toward the enormous Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan on the moon. The split mouth on his face slowly opened and closed, as if chewing something invisible.

"Enough."

Black Zetsu's voice changed. It was no longer that calm, emotionless tone he had used when stating the truth. Something suddenly entered that voice—something hungry and urgent, the restless anticipation of a man starved for a thousand years finally catching the scent of food.

"Too long."

Black Zetsu's body began to swell. Not grow larger—it became denser, more solid, more like a real being of flesh and blood. Clinging to Madara's back, his body seeped into Madara's skin like ink, then poured out through Madara's chest. The arm embedded in Madara's chest began slowly, inch by inch, to draw out Madara's life force and the immense Chakra gathered by the God Tree.

On Madara's forehead, the nine tomoe within the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan began spinning faster. It was not under his control—it was passive, like an engine idling after its accelerator had been ripped away. The eye's purple deepened, from light violet to dark purple, from dark purple to blackish violet, then from blackish violet to an ominous color like pooled blood.

His body began to swell.

Not with fat—with air. Chakra surged from within him, pouring out through his pores, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Blackish-purple Chakra gathered, accumulated, and swelled across his body's surface, wrapping him in an ever thicker, denser, heavier coat of Chakra.

That coat kept expanding. Madara's arms thickened, his shoulders broadened, and his chest bulged. His clothes split apart, and his hair grew longer—not turning white, but black, an unnatural, ink-black shade. Black patterns began to emerge across his skin,