Madara Uchiha stood upright on the hillside, looking at the scene below, unsure of what to say.
His script should have been perfect.
He also knew that Yahiko, whom Jiraiya had saved, was an important bond in Nagato's heart.
As long as Yahiko died, Nagato would surely fall into darkness. Then he would become the most useful tool, no longer worthy of being considered human.
Just as Madara Uchiha believed Yahiko was dead, a man in a green jumpsuit appeared and disrupted everything.
Later, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist began fighting the man in green, and Madara Uchiha did not pay them much attention.
Even though the power of the taijutsu used by that man in green had moved even Madara Uchiha somewhat.
But for someone who had already embraced death, setting his final chess piece in the proper position was what mattered most.
Yet the events that followed began straying from Madara Uchiha's course again.
Just as Yahiko was about to die, Jiraiya of Konoha suddenly rushed in and blocked the fatal blow.
Madara Uchiha's emotions were in complete turmoil.
This attack had delayed Uchiha Yato as much as possible, so why were all these messy interruptions still appearing?
At that moment, Madara Uchiha looked at Black Zetsu.
"Tell me, why does someone always come out to interfere every time? Could I really be wrong?"
Hearing Madara Uchiha's words, Black Zetsu immediately stepped forward to comfort him.
"Lord Madara, please do not say such things. You are someone with an exceptionally steady mindset. How could such a minor matter damage your state of mind?"
As a nonhuman creature that had lived for over a thousand years, Black Zetsu understood all too well what Madara Uchiha needed right now.
His words were not only meant to comfort Madara