Uchiha Madara. Senju Hashirama.
Any ninja in the Shinobi World who heard those two names would feel an involuntary surge of reverence for their power, especially after the events in Cloud Village and Iwagakure.
Susanoo, cleaving the heavens apart, had given them the most direct understanding of a god's power.
What was a miracle? This was a miracle! And it was a miracle of the Uchiha—indeed, a miracle of Konoha.
Black Zetsu had never cared much about what the ninjas thought. After enduring countless years, beings as insignificant as ants had long since fallen beneath his notice.
His attention was fixed solely on the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura.
Whenever Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama were together, the cautious Black Zetsu would quietly leave, making sure everything he did was as safe as possible.
Without them, Konoha was his world. He could go wherever he pleased. What concerned him most was still the Nine-Tails, which had been moved to the underground chamber.
Torches lit the dim passageway, their glow reflecting off the blue bricks. The narrow seams between the bricks were filled with thick black liquid, which gathered drop by drop until it gradually took the shape of a black figure.
Black Zetsu looked at the transparent air before him and grinned, silently mocking the invisible Barrier. So many years had passed, yet the Uzumaki Clan still hadn't improved it. But however much they improved it, it would still be futile against him.
Turning sideways to face the gap in the stone door, his black body rippled like a wave, and he slipped through the Barrier that Mito and the Uzumaki Clan had carefully set up.
The chamber's layout was meticulous, with spaces reserved for the One-Tail through the Nine-Tails. But aside from the Nine-Tails' spot, all the others were