The direction Uchiha Yato was watching was the last place Black Zetsu had disappeared.
Black Zetsu had brought Madara Uchiha to a place like this. Uchiha Yato would never believe that thing had done so out of kindness.
Rather than wait for Black Zetsu to show itself and start causing trouble, Uchiha Yato might as well lend it a hand. At least that way, he could keep the initiative in his own hands.
And the benefits did not end there.
He could also settle the score for Jiraiya's earlier frivolous remarks.
And give Madara Uchiha something to keep Black Zetsu busy with.
Madara Uchiha, who loved the Uchiha Clan, would never imagine that Uchiha Yato had orchestrated the whole thing himself.
That meant Black Zetsu, Madara Uchiha's personal punching bag, could only take the blame this time.
That would allow Uchiha Yato's scheme to succeed.
He could suppress Jiraiya, make Black Zetsu suffer, and temporarily halt Madara Uchiha's plans.
Perhaps he could even kill Hanzo of the Salamander while he was at it.
So what was Black Zetsu, the male lead of this little drama, doing now?
Black Zetsu was constantly changing hiding places, dodging Uchiha Yato's mysterious area-of-effect attacks.
At this point, Black Zetsu was cursing his head off internally.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Is there some powerful genjutsu user here?"
"Could Madara Uchiha have already controlled Uchiha Yato?"
"Wasn't this thing supposed to be random? Why are they all landing on my side?"
Black Zetsu's little head was now full of question marks.
He had originally planned to fish in troubled waters, check on Nagato's condition, and offer him just enough help to make him fall into darkness and become the perfect tool.
But in this situation, Nagato might be fine while Black Zetsu himself became