Shusen knew full well that after the battle over the Ninjasteel Mine, the name "Black Zetsu" would officially enter the sights of every clan's upper ranks and attract widespread attention.
Previously, Black Zetsu had only caused minor disturbances. Most clans had treated him as entertainment, but now he had earned their serious attention. After all, he was someone capable of influencing the Uchiha Clan.
Thus, Shusen had not stirred up any trouble during this period. He stayed obediently in the village, keeping a low profile and biding his time.
He was completely at ease, convinced that no one would connect Black Zetsu to him—not even the real Black Zetsu.
After the real Black Zetsu escaped back then, he was probably still lurking in the shadows and gathering information about Black Zetsu everywhere. Shusen was not worried that he could cause any mischief. At the very least, he posed no threat to Uzushio Village.
"Big Brother, I hate Black Zetsu! He made me lose all face before Father and the elders back then. I'm definitely going to beat him to death someday!" Ashina complained bitterly to his brother, cursing indignantly.
Shusen said dryly, "That's not necessary. Not necessary at all."
"Black Zetsu helped us win the Ninjasteel Mine. As they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. There's no need to be too hostile toward him..."
Then Shusen reconsidered. What if his little brother ran into the real Black Zetsu someday?
"Of course, if you really can't get over it, then the next time you see Black Zetsu, you can teach him a lesson. Consider it revenge," Shusen said solemnly.
"That's right. This is a private grudge between him and me!" Ashina waved his fist, his childish face fierce in an adorably intimidating way.
"Oh, right, Big Brother. I