"We're not sure either. Nagato wasn't like this before," one White Zetsu said.
"Yeah, yeah. Nagato wasn't exactly handsome before, but he wasn't this ugly either. This is just too hideous."
"You're right. If it weren't for that Rinnegan, I wouldn't have recognized this monster as Nagato."
As Obito listened to the White Zetsus chattering away about Nagato before them, veins bulged across his forehead.
"Now that we've confirmed he's Nagato, how are we supposed to communicate with him?" Obito sized up the half-bodied man who could do nothing but howl, utterly unsure where to begin.
"Black Zetsu never said Nagato would end up like this before we left. We don't know what to do either."
"Now that we've confirmed he's Nagato, how are we supposed to communicate with him?" Obito sized up the half-bodied man who could do nothing but howl, utterly unsure where to begin.
Even after working in the Anbu for years, this was the first time he had encountered something so bizarre.
A person had been reduced to half a body, lost his mind, and even lost all the skin on his body—yet he was somehow still alive.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they had wandered onto the set of some supernatural horror fanfiction.
"Black Zetsu never said Nagato would end up like this before we left. We don't know what to do either."
"Exactly, exactly. Nagato's already turned into a mindless monster. I say we just leave him alone."
"But if we leave him, how are we supposed to explain it to Black Zetsu?"
"Yeah, yeah. If we don't bring Nagato back, Black Zetsu will definitely punish us."
"That's right, that's right. We need to figure out how to deal with Nagato."
The surrounding White Zetsus argued amongst themselves. Most White Zetsus