Zetsu's Gamble, the Continually Falling Land of Lightning

"Heh heh heh."

White Zetsu was in a very good mood.

Even though he was currently following an elderly man with a gloomy temperament, like a decaying old tree, it did nothing to stop his heart from soaring.

Because just thinking about the ninjas of Yogakure and Kumogakure soon staging a bloody, flesh-and-blood battle...

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

"My parents could not support me, and my education was poor. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none hired me. Perhaps nobody liked someone who was bad at speaking, unwilling to socialize, and had shown no great ability.

"I spent three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance and could continue living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job. I kept watch at a hospital at night, watching over the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light leaking from the rooms to see where I stepped.

"The smell there was terrible. Every now and then, a dead person would be delivered stuffed inside a body bag, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.

"It was not a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the free time at night to study. After all, nobody wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of