"Nonsense."
Watching Black Zetsu's expression, Tobirama concluded that it was not a symptom of claustrophobia. A trace of mockery curled his lips as he spoke.
"You're the one spouting nonsense, descendant of Ashura." Denied, Black Zetsu furiously slammed his fist against the glass, venting his dissatisfaction. "Just wait. I'll find a chance to escape this place someday!"
"Then talk once you've escaped."
Turning away so he would not have to look at him, Tobirama continued acting as a guide. He also brought along the excited White Zetsu, letting him get accustomed in advance to the environment where he would be sliced apart.
Thud.
The door shut with a bump, returning the laboratory to silence. Black Zetsu sat rather boredly in his cage, recalling the research discussions Tobirama, Mu, and the others had held here earlier.
Since shinobi could use scientific methods to bring the Ten-Tails under their control, then Black Zetsu, with his thousands of years of life experience, could naturally follow their example. Not merely surpassing his predecessors, he would fully master the shinobi's research methods and perfect his concealment abilities until they were flawless.
It was not secretly learning from them. He was merely passing the time in this unprecedented life of confinement.
In the brand-new room, flickering lights allowed Rikusei to make out its layout and furnishings.
Files bearing various serial numbers were neatly stacked on steel shelves.
The Konoha emblem on the file covers resembled pairs of wooden eyes, silently sizing up everyone who had entered the room.
"Hold out your hand."
Tobirama gently set the tray on the table. The scalpel gleaming with cold light trembled along with the metal tray.
Afei obediently stepped forward and casually raised his arm above the table.
A cold glint cut through the dazzling white light. With a clean,