Kazemori Masaki nodded to Kagami Uchiha, then vanished in a puff of smoke. After lasting so long and fighting another battle, the Shadow Clone had finally reached its limit and could no longer hold together.
"The rest of the journey will be a little lonely. I might as well hurry back," Kagami Uchiha murmured.
Then Kagami Uchiha glanced at the bodies of the nearby Evil God Worshippers and clicked his tongue softly. Conveniently, they were all on level ground, away from the surrounding woods. He formed hand seals and spat out an Orange-Red High-Temperature Fireball, engulfing the bodies.
Only after disposing of the bodies did Kagami Uchiha turn to leave. He had done this to keep them from causing trouble for anyone who might pass through, and as a precaution against any means these Evil God Worshippers might have of feigning death.
The bizarre immortality displayed by the Evil God Worshipper who had blown himself up had left Kagami Uchiha somewhat wary of them. Although the others who had fallen earlier seemed weaker than that one, there was no telling whether they possessed some unusual trick. It was better to be thorough.
No matter how strange their methods were, surely they could not revive without even a body left. Even the Uchiha Clan's Izanagi had to be activated beforehand to reset events after the body was destroyed. He did not believe these Evil God Worshippers possessed anything more powerful than Izanagi.
Some time after Kagami Uchiha left, the ground where the battle had taken place slowly began to bulge. A figure emerged from within—a fellow dressed in robes, pitch-black all over, as though his entire body had been painted with ink.
He was Black Zetsu.
"What a bunch of idiots," he said, staring at the barely recognizable traces. In time,