Restless cold light crackled across the thunderous curtain of light, making Black Zetsu hastily withdraw his hand. He watched the white-haired man pull over a chair from the side and sit down.
The chakra expenditure made the lightning stop flashing. Black Zetsu, still standing unharmed inside the glass room, could not help but let his eyes darken.
"You have a few things on your mind that you want to say."
Leaning back in his chair, Tobirama smiled at his gloomy expression and spoke without the slightest concern.
"Interesting."
For the first time in his thousand-year life, Black Zetsu had encountered a human who dared speak to him like this. Amusement flashed across his black face as he sat cross-legged on the dirt. "You don't seem like a researcher. You seem like someone from the Interrogation Department."
The voice from within the glass room abruptly fell silent. Then, with a cold snort, it rang out through the laboratory again. "More precisely, I'm a psychologist during a free physical examination."
Tobirama narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the black humanoid figure glaringly conspicuous in the white light. Those few brief sentences showed that he knew Konoha very well.
It seemed that, for the sake of his so-called plan, he had been lurking in Konoha all along.
What astonishing concealment abilities.
"I'm also the principal of the Ninja Academy. Tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, I can arrange a visit for the children."
The icy voice crossed the transparent barrier and reached Black Zetsu's ears. The drawn-out pause made him feel increasingly uneasy.
"The creation ability of the legendary ancestor of chakra."
His pupils rapidly dilated. Through the sound alone, he understood Tobirama's meaning before the words had fully reached him.
"Damn it!"
His hands sank expressionlessly into the ground, kneading the grainy