If I Were to Become the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki

In Amegakure, atop a dilapidated building of steel and concrete, a figure shrouded by a giant pitcher plant stood at the very top. It was Zetsu.

His face was gloomy. He had never expected that not only had the attempt to capture the Nine-Tails' Jinchuriki in Konoha failed, but Rasa—the only Kage-level powerhouse currently under his direct control—had also been completely killed by Kakashi.

Naturally, Zetsu did not care about Rasa in the slightest. What he cared about was merely the loss of a pawn he could use.

"Orochimaru!"

Zetsu muttered the name. He knew that the reason the attempt to capture the Nine-Tails' Jinchuriki had failed lay with the ally he had only recently formed an alliance with.

However, Orochimaru, who possessed the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, surpassed him in both strength and influence. Zetsu knew that now was not the time to fall out with Orochimaru.

Whether it was the body capable of wielding the Rinnegan or the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu in his possession, he still had to rely on Orochimaru for both of them for the time being.

But even though he could not do anything to Orochimaru right now, Zetsu still marked the offense down heavily in his heart.

In truth, whether it was Obito, Orochimaru, Naraku, or the others, in Zetsu's eyes—or rather, Black Zetsu's eyes—all of them were destined to die someday.

Once he revived Kaguya, destroying the entire Shinobi World would be no difficult task if he wished it.

I just hope that day comes soon!

Black Zetsu thought to himself, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

But the next moment, he seemed to sense something. His expression froze, and he stepped to the edge before lowering his head to look below.

A figure had appeared there.

"The Second Mizukage, huh?"