Black Zetsu, who stood silently beside Obito, naturally knew what this heir of Uchiha Madara was thinking. And it had to be said: it was fortunate that, from their ancestor Indra onward, the Uchiha Clan had produced so many people with profoundly twisted minds—so many that Black Zetsu could have woken from a dream laughing with joy. From Indra at the very beginning, to Uchiha Madara later on, and now Uchiha Obito, without the help of these Uchiha geniuses, one after another, Black Zetsu knew his plan would not have advanced even slightly in ten thousand years!
Although this plan had ended in failure at the last moment, at least it was the first time in the thousands of years of Black Zetsu's scheming that he had seen the dawn of victory. The experience of failure could also become valuable experience for carrying out the next plan!
After all these years, the one thing Black Zetsu had never lacked was patience.
What did one failure matter?
Indra's time had been a failure, too.
He would simply start over. And with all this experience, Black Zetsu had every confidence that the next plan would succeed. It wasn't as if Namikaze Naruto could live forever, right?
Hagoromo and Hamura, those two traitors, couldn't withstand the ravages of time!
Humans really were inferior creatures!
Only a great being like Mother deserved eternal life. And since he had been born from Mother's purest energy, he, too, possessed a life close to eternal. So time was something Black Zetsu had no real concept of. As long as he could free Mother from her seal, nothing else would be a problem!
Besides, Namikaze Naruto couldn't find them anyway.
If they hid for a decade or two, the Snow Shadow would have no choice but to give