Izanagi, the Uchiha's ultimate forbidden jutsu, rewrote reality by turning any injuries suffered within a certain period-even death-into a dream, at the cost of permanently blinding one Sharingan.
For some reason, it had consumed two eyes this time. If Obito hadn't implanted two extra eyes in his arm beforehand to activate the jutsu, he would have stayed in Konoha forever.
Who the hell knew why one use of Izanagi hadn't been enough? It should have worked according to fixed rules. Unless his opponent had a jutsu that could interfere with its activation, this shouldn't have happened.
He paused, then added:
"Nagato is probably dead too."
At the mention of Nagato, Black Zetsu's fingers tightened sharply around the page, nearly tearing it.
Uncontrollable anger and a sense of helpless humiliation surged through him once more.
After Nagato recovered his health, he hadn't become more cautious. Instead, his confidence had swollen out of control.
He had actually said Naruto Uzumaki was nothing to fear, believing that his Rinnegan and a body enhanced with hashirama cells were enough to crush anyone.
Then he had asked Obito to take him into Konoha using Kamui to rescue the captured Konan.
And the result?
He hadn't rescued Konan. Instead, Nagato himself had stayed in Konoha forever.
So he was dead. He was only a pawn; Black Zetsu couldn't care less whether Nagato lived or died.
What he cared about was that pair of Rinnegan.
A thousand years of planning, a thousand years of waiting-the key he had finally obtained after so much effort.
And now it was lost, all because of one idiot's arrogance and impulsiveness!
It was an utter disgrace.
A thousand-year plan had nearly been ruined in an instant.
Fortunately, he could wait. If Black Zetsu were on his own, waiting a few decades