The night is deep. Disappear quietly.
At that moment, Obito stood silently like a statue not far outside Konoha, tightly gripping a long blade that gleamed with a chilling light.
Although he wore a mask, the patches of blood staining it revealed that he had just gone through a fierce battle.
"If we do this, I don't think Uchiha Yato will take the bait so easily."
Black Zetsu's voice was low and hoarse, as though it came from the depths of hell.
Before his words had even faded, the ground suddenly wriggled. Like a ghost, Black Zetsu emerged from the earth and came to a steady stop beside Obito.
"He definitely won't let this opportunity pass. Even if he comes to seek revenge on me afterward, before that happens, he will never give up such a perfect opportunity."
Obito's tone was exceptionally certain, as if he understood Uchiha Yato's character perfectly.
His gaze fell upon the small organ transplant device in his hand. Within the compact device rested a pair of bright red Sharingan, their eerie glow shining through the darkness.
"Though I don't know the entirety of his plan, I helped him get rid of some troublesome people. He ought to be grateful to me."
The corner of Obito's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint, nearly imperceptible smile.
There were quite a few small organ transplant devices like this in his scroll. They were all "spoils" from tonight's operation.
"The curtain is already rising on Konoha's tragedy this time. It seems we should take this chance to secure more benefits for ourselves."
When Black Zetsu saw what Obito held in his hand and what he had done, he knew the matter was already beyond saving.
Since that was the case, they had to gain as much as they could