After leaving the office, one of the men returned to his quarters as usual. Soon, a White Zetsu emerged from the ground. "Deliver this to Lord Mu."
"Got it." Another White Zetsu sank underground and quickly disappeared. Unfortunately, this was Sunagakure. Had it been Konoha, he could have transmitted the intelligence back through the trees.
This was White Zetsu's ability: he could perfectly transform into the person he was impersonating, and even the Byakugan could not tell the difference. With this ability, White Zetsu had infiltrated almost the entire Shinobi World.
It was fair to say that no matter how the other shinobi villages developed, Uchiha Mu had intelligence on them. This was merely one example.
Then the man returned to normal and began his day's work. As an ordinary White Zetsu, he was just as goofy, but far more reliable than one particular White Zetsu.
Meanwhile, Shamon hurried toward the Capital of the Land of Wind with Chiyo and her younger brother. Although he was almost certain this operation would succeed, he could not shake an ominous feeling. He hoped he had not made a mistake.
Chiyo did not know whether this decision was right or wrong. For the leadership, it was right, but for those at the bottom, it was wrong. She was not yet the elderly woman who would wield immense authority in the future, and she still had some emotional attachment to the village.
In the Hundred-Clan Shinobi Nation, Uchiha Mu sat in his office, reviewing the intelligence White Zetsu had sent back.
"Are we going to act?" Keiko Uzumaki frowned deeply. She could not stand such ungrateful wretches. They had conceded so many benefits, even given them money and resources, yet they were still thinking of betrayal.
"Of course we are, but we can't