Land of Rice Fields.
Otogakure.
Boss Obito emerged from the laboratory with a disgruntled expression.
He was deeply dissatisfied with his employee Orochimaru's progress.
"Orochimaru is such a loser. He still hasn't finished improving the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu."
"Damn it... delays, delays, nothing but delays! Just like that lousy author from my previous life!"
"Ask you to hurry up, and you act like it'll fucking kill you... pfft!"
Obito was still swearing up a storm.
Suddenly, he instinctively sensed something unusual and quickly turned to look in a certain direction.
"...Hmm?"
On the ground a short distance away,
a half-black, half-white figure was slowly emerging.
What the fuck... Black Zetsu?!
Why is he here?
Is he looking for Orochimaru?
No, maybe he's looking for me!
Obito flexed his fingers, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.
The sneakiest bastard in a thousand years, the greatest scourge of the shinobi world.
And here he was, appearing right in front of him.
There was no way Obito hadn't considered making a move.
But after a moment's thought, he abandoned the idea of attacking Black Zetsu.
First, he wasn't certain he could erase Black Zetsu completely.
Second, he was rather curious about why Black Zetsu had come looking for him.
Black Zetsu approached Obito step by step, a broad smile on his face.
"Obito Uchiha, correct? You certainly weren't easy to find."
Obito shrugged and gave a noncommittal grunt.
"You strange-looking creature... what do you want with me?"
Black Zetsu wasn't the least bit offended and continued with a smile.
"Judging by your reaction, Little Obito, you seem to know about me. That makes explaining things much easier."
"...I imagine you've also heard from Hatake Sakumo that Lord Madara has been resurrected."
Obito nodded slightly and gave another noncommittal grunt.
"Uh-huh."
Now