"Now listen to me. Recall everyone we sent to the Southern Region immediately. This isn't the time for them to greet those two Shit Men. Also, get all the clan's money ready. This is for the Ōtsutsuki Clan!"
"Zang! As the leader of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, I can't let you act so recklessly!"
"Enough! Light! I am the darkness of the Ōtsutsuki Clan!"
"Zang! You'll regret this!"
"Light!"
After going through a familiar routine, Danzo stood alone on the balcony that night, gazing toward distant Konoha...
Even now, he still loved his village so deeply.
As his longing reached its peak, Danzo remembered the Rogue Golden Age described in Konoha's history textbooks...
He remembered that during his tenure, the director of the Education Department had been Dave, hadn't he?
Hehehehe. Perfect. I can go back for the Olympics and settle some scores while I'm there.
Meanwhile, over at Black Zetsu and George's place, they had received their invitation to the Shinobi World Olympics...
Black Zetsu leafed through the invitation in his hand, his expression grave. He extended a pitch-black finger, which still bore a smear of yellow left over from everything that had just happened. Without a care, he stuck it into his mouth to wet it with saliva, then continued leafing through the invitation.
Then, his face so black that his expression was impossible to read, Black Zetsu handed the invitation to George.
George took it, stuck his equally green finger—covered in some unknown yellow substance—into his mouth to moisten it with saliva, and examined the invitation with an equally grave expression.
Silence hung in the air. After reading it, George set the invitation on the table, and the two creatures stared solemnly at each other.
"Go on, then. What do you think?" Black Zetsu broke the silence