Zetsu had gone to such great lengths not solely to serve Yagura, but with the intention of killing two birds with one stone. Once this succeeded, Madara could conveniently seal the Two-Tails into the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, laying the groundwork for the Eye of the Moon Plan. That was the real reason he had been willing to drag his nearly collapsing body into action alongside Black Zetsu.
"Has it already reached this point?" The half of the face representing Black Zetsu carefully examined Yugito, who had nearly transformed completely into Matatabi. "In this state, can she still control it? I thought a so-called perfect Jinchuriki was immune to all genjutsu?"
"Meow—ow! (What are you trying to do?)" Sensing the ill intent in Black Zetsu and Madara's gazes, Yugito felt an intense sense of danger well up within her. She struggled desperately as she demanded an answer.
The three figures beside her looked as cold and indifferent as if they were staring at a corpse. The half-face representing Madara spoke without expression. "Just a little more. True perfection means the Jinchuriki's consciousness takes the lead, while the tailed beast must obey absolutely. Right now, she and the Two-Tails have no master-servant distinction. They are only in a preliminary cooperative relationship, their consciousnesses mingled together as they jointly control one body. That is why even her speech carries a half-human, half-beast overlap."
A trace of worry appeared in Yugito's eyes. Everything he said was correct; he had practically seen through her completely! Ever since resolving the knot in her heart, she had tried to reconcile with the Two-Tails. But Matatabi, like all felines, was proud and tsundere. Their relationship was currently one of equality—neither submitted to the other, and neither fully trusted the other. Even now, she had yet