In the shinobi world, outside Amegakure, an aloe-like figure emerged from the ground.
"Damn it, how did this happen? How could he disappear?! How did this happen?"
For once, the old schemer who had plotted for a thousand years flew into a rage. Looking at the White Zetsu who had emerged alongside him, he unleashed a torrent of curses.
"What the hell were you doing? I told you to watch one person, and you couldn't even manage that! Useless! You're all useless!"
Black Zetsu had every reason to be furious. Nagato was gone. A whole living person had vanished.
But that wasn't the most important part. Nagato was merely a vessel, a pawn. What truly mattered was the Rinnegan he carried.
Those eyes were the key to rescuing his mother in the future! He had spent so many years working in the shinobi world, only managing to produce that pair of Rinnegan after countless difficulties.
Most of the White Zetsu bowed their heads under Black Zetsu's tirade. Only one, whose appearance differed from the others, grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"There was nothing we could do, Black Zetsu. Things were too complicated back then. There was fighting everywhere, and we had to spread out to watch all the battlefields. We couldn't keep track of everything.
"Besides, weren't you the one who made the arrangements for that brat? If we're pointing fingers, most of the responsibility lies with you."
"You bastard! You still dare talk back?!"
Black Zetsu was beside himself with anger.
"So what? It's already happened. Instead of getting angry here, we should figure out how to find Nagato as soon as possible."
"Easy for you to say! The shinobi world is huge. Where are we supposed to look for one brat?!"
Another White Zetsu spoke up.
"I saw those three