After finishing Zhengyi's lesson, Uchiha Mu told him to head back. When he returned to the orphanage, the director pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for your hard work, child. Our orphanage's funding has increased."
"Mm." Looking at the younger children behind her, Zhengyi could not help shedding tears. This was what he had been fighting for.
"Keep doing your best. Protect the village and the country. Without the country, our orphanage couldn't keep running," the director reminded him.
"I will. I'll dedicate my entire life to the village." Zhengyi's voice was firm. This was not the brainwashing of their usual ideology classes; it was what he had intended to do all along. If a day came when he had to die for his country, he would give his life without hesitation.
"Save that talk for when you're older. Come in, wash up, and eat first." The director stroked his head.
"Mm."
While everyone at the orphanage prepared to eat, Uchiha Mu summoned a special figure in the village: Black Zetsu. By now, he had completely won Black Zetsu over. Who would have thought a trip to the future would resolve all his inner turmoil? It seemed rescuing Kaguya Ōtsutsuki really was necessary.
"Lord Mu, do you have a mission for me?" Black Zetsu asked as he appeared.
"Yes. I want to know how the people at the bottom of our country are living. Observe them, then send me a report," Uchiha Mu instructed.
"Yes, Lord Mu." Black Zetsu slowly sank underground.
He was Black Zetsu, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's third son, the Shinobi World's most devoted son, a thousand-year-old schemer. He had many names, but none of them mattered. His goal was to rescue his mother. Everything else was irrelevant.
When Uchiha Mu first threatened him, he had not thought