Naruto looked at the guy clinging to his leg, crying until tears and snot smeared his face, and wore an indulgent auntie smile.
He really did have a talent for making up stories.
Black Zetsu was infamous in the Ninja World as a scheming old bastard. His brain was undeniably sharp.
But smart people were the easiest to trap in a dead end. How could he have imagined that the one standing before him was a transmigrator who had memorized the plot inside out?
Naruto had just stitched together Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's origins, the unsavory deeds of Hamura Ōtsutsuki and Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, the truth behind the God Tree, the origins of the Chakra Fruit, and even the Ten-Tails and Kara Organization.
All the scattered bits of information Black Zetsu knew—and did not know—had been threaded into a single line.
Caught up in the game, he could not see the path clearly at all, nor could he produce a shred of evidence to prove Naruto was lying.
After all, eighty percent of it was true—the Hamura Ōtsutsuki hiding on the moon, the Kara Organization lurking underground, and even the old Sage of Six Paths himself not knowing Black Zetsu existed, while Naruto knew it all perfectly.
The remaining twenty percent was not exactly false either. At the very least, his goal truly was to get Kaguya Ōtsutsuki out, then become her father.
As for whether he became her father before saving her or saved her before becoming her father, the difference was not that great.
Either way, she would have to call him Dad.
Black Zetsu had finally found someone to rely on, and he cried like a child.
Watching from the side, Naruto could not help wondering whether he had gone a little too far with the bluff.
Especially now that