Black Zetsu froze as he watched the crowd before him kneel and bow to him.
"Father! He's our god!!" The child dressed in animal skins gazed at Black Zetsu in the center, his eyes shining. With both hands enchanted, Black Zetsu looked like a demon god descended from heaven to save them from their suffering.
"O god! Lead our Dung Beetle Tribe out of the darkness!" the Dung Beetle Tribe's chief, who was also the animal-skin-clad child's father, cried excitedly, tears streaming down his aged face.
A god whom generations had never encountered had actually appeared in his lifetime!
Watching the people below worship him, Black Zetsu somehow felt transported back to his glorious days of campaigning across the f-world. Faced with this scene, his heart swelled with boundless pride...
As he looked at these primitive people who did not even possess chakra, Black Zetsu's mind seemed to drift back a thousand years. If that Hagoromo Otsutsuki could establish ninshu and create the shinobi world, why couldn't I, Black Zetsu, do the same? We're all Mom's children!
The more Black Zetsu thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more feasible it seemed. He was already imagining leading a vast army back to Konoha, slaughtering everyone there without leaving a single survivor, and rescuing his mother from her suffering. Once he saved her from those hateful Hagoromo Otsutsuki, Hamura, Indra, and Asura, she would look at him with such pride.
Then his mother would choke up and tell him, "My child~ You've grown up~"
At that thought, Black Zetsu felt as though he had r*ped George... Ahem, ahem, ahem, that went too far. Anyway, you get the general idea!
**"Your god has arrived! From this day forward, no one will humiliate you again! I, Black Zetsu, am your