The power of a god

Kirigakure, the Mizukage's Office.

A battle report from the Land of Rain lay spread across the desk, its ink not yet dry. The Four-Nation Allied Forces had already advanced to the outskirts of Amegakure.

White Zetsu bounced out of a corner and circled the desk, his voice shrill and cheerful. "Things are getting lively! Lively! Kumogakure, Sunagakure, Iwagakure, and Konoha—all four villages attacking Amegakure together! Nagato's going to have his hands full!"

"Shut up." Obito's voice was flat.

White Zetsu ducked his head, but couldn't resist muttering, "I'm not wrong... Ten thousand men surrounding one village. How many years has it been since we've seen something like that?"

Black Zetsu stood in the shadows by the window, his sinister voice like a snake flicking its tongue in the dark:

"The Allied Forces have advanced so quickly that the Land of Rain's defenses have accomplished almost nothing."

"Akatsuki's location... Who sold it to the Five Great Nations?"

For a moment, the office fell silent.

"Do you even need to ask?" Obito said slowly, his voice indifferent. "The man impersonating me."

"On the Clan Massacre Night, he wore an Akatsuki cloak and a Tiger-Skin Mask and slaughtered two clans in Konoha. Later, he killed that prince in the Land of Fire. Now... he's leaked Akatsuki's whereabouts to the Five Great Nations."

He paused. "Every last thing was done in Akatsuki's name. Everything he's done has been to keep the Five Great Nations' eyes fixed firmly on Akatsuki."

White Zetsu scratched his head. "So... that man actually led the four nations to attack Amegakure, one step at a time?"

"Yes."

"Who is he?"

Obito's gaze swept over White Zetsu before settling on Black Zetsu. "You still haven't found out?"

White Zetsu shook his head, unusually serious. "Not a single lead."

"He comes and