In the Land of Fire, Uchiha Mu and Madara sat drinking tea in a teahouse. They had just learned where they stood in the timeline: it was now Konoha Year 67, when Naruto returned to the village after training outside with Jiraiya.
Moreover, no one had ever heard of the Hundred-Clan Shinobi Nation, which meant that country did not exist in this world. Uchiha Mu understood clearly: this should be the world of the original story, untouched by his interference.
"To think we actually ended up in a parallel world. The Dragon Vein really is amazing. I'd like to see how this world developed." Madara had grown interested in the Dragon Vein.
"Let's go to Konoha. In this world, I should be living an ordinary life there, growing old and dying like anyone else. As for you, Lord Madara, you should be carrying out your plan." Uchiha Mu worked backward from the outcome, convincing the other two.
"I'm afraid Lord Madara is already dead. Someone else must be carrying out the plan." Black Zetsu spoke from Uchiha Mu's left arm. From what he knew of Madara, if he still had the chance, he would certainly have done it himself.
"Then I must have awakened the so-called Six Paths Eye in my later years. To think that part was true." Madara gave a soft snort.
"You have to mix lies with the truth to fool people," Black Zetsu replied.
"You dared to scheme against me, Madara Uchiha. If not for Mu, you would have died long ago." Madara snorted coldly.
"Madara, I have my own way of surviving." Black Zetsu was not worried. He had kept himself alive in the Shinobi World for a thousand years. Fighting might not have been his forte, but when it came to escaping and staying