Far from the main battlefield on the edge of the coast, at the crown of an ancient tree half-scorched by the flames of war.
Two bizarre figures, like fungi parasitic on a tree trunk, silently watched the fierce offense and defense on the distant sea.
The white one was completely pale, with a twisted, giggling expression on his face;
while the black one was like a flowing shadow, with only a pair of narrow, yellow eyes blinking in the dark.
Black Zetsu... Hehe...
White Zetsu said in that characteristic, intermittent tone: What's the point of these people fighting back and forth... It's not as interesting as studying the composition of feces... Hehe...
Black Zetsu ignored White Zetsu's crazy rambling.
His thousand-year-old eyes were locked tightly on the direction of the Konoha Fleet's flagship on the sea—more accurately, on a certain spot inside the flagship's cabin.
Just moments ago, he had witnessed with his own eyes Nangō Kumoi being helped into the cabin.
Wrong... Black Zetsu's voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing together: This Third Hokage... is too young.
White Zetsu tilted his head: Isn't youth good? A young body is so fresh... It's the most suitable as an incubator...
It's not an age issue.
Black Zetsu interrupted it, his shadow-like body fluctuating slightly:
*The power he displayed, his tactics, and that bizarre energy conversion method... are not what an ordinary civilian ninja without a bloodline succession should have.
And—*
He recalled on the main battlefield, the flash of purifying light that suddenly erupted within Kumoi's body when he was poisoned and on the verge of death.
That light... I've lived for a thousand years, I've seen the Sage of Six Paths create Ninshū, I've seen the reincarnated struggles of Indra and Asura, I've seen countless Kekkei Genkai and forbidden techniques...
For