A cold glint flashed in those hollow eyes.
He recalled the unsettling abnormalities reported from the Land of Rain.
That faction calling itself "Las Noches," that blond man who could easily kill Hanzō and control Nagato, wielder of the Rinnegan, and that pale monster...
Could it be them?
No, probably not. The Land of Grass was quite far from the Land of Rain. Their reach could not extend that far.
Yet the unease in his heart only deepened.
"Tobi."
Madara's low voice echoed through the cave.
"Here, here~ What can I do for you, Lord Madara?"
In a corner of the cave, the rock wall writhed like melting wax, and another White Zetsu emerged.
This White Zetsu was different from the previous one. His face bore a strange spiral pattern, like a one-eyed mask.
His tone was livelier, too, even somewhat manic.
He was a special individual among the White Zetsu, possessing greater abilities in infiltration, transformation, and combat.
"Go to Kannabi Bridge and see what happened," Madara ordered, his voice cold and unquestionable.
"If Obito is still alive, bring him back. If you encounter any obstacles... you know what to do."
"Understood~ Consider it done!" Tobi chuckled, his body melting into the ground like liquid and vanishing.
Dead silence returned to the cave.
Madara slowly closed his eyes, deep calculation and a trace of anger at the affront swirling within them.
The plan could not be allowed to fail.
Any variable had to be... eliminated.
Pure white.
Endless, boundless white.
There was no up or down, no left or right, no sound, no temperature.
Obito opened his eyes and found himself floating in this pure white void.
Instinctively, he looked down at his body.
His right half was completely intact. Even his clothes were clean and tidy.
His left