It was a massive amount of information, incredibly complicated, and sounded like mythology. No one knew whether they should be moved by Black Zetsu's determination to save his mother, pity Madara Uchiha for having been deceived his entire life, or lament that the Ninja World's thousand years of slaughter had all originated from the Otsutsuki Clan's family drama.
There were simply too many things to mock; people did not even know where to begin.
In truth, Otsutsuki Chenxiang's desire to save his mother did move quite a few people, especially women who were more emotionally inclined.
Still, Black Zetsu was too ugly. People could be moved, sure, but they had no urge to sympathize with or pity him.
If Black Zetsu had possessed a face with sky-high looks, the outcome would have been completely different. He would definitely have gained countless brainless fans.
After all, when someone good-looking did this sort of thing, it would be called profound devotion and true feeling—something that could move and resonate with countless people.
Without the looks, people would merely call him a supremely filial son, then continue thinking he deserved to die.
It was fucking realistic.
Still, the achievement of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha joining forces to quell the Ninja World's chaotic age was something the people of the real world greatly admired.
After all, while Black Zetsu recounted this part of the story, the Light Screen also displayed scenes from the Ninja World's Warring States era.
That had truly been a dark age. Not only adults, but even children just a few years old had to go to war and slaughter one another.
There was no trust whatsoever among ninjas. They could not even reveal their surnames, because in that era, a ninja's surname represented their allegiance, their enemies, and death.