"Empty?"
The sensations his Mind Probe returned were nothing but chaos and emptiness. There were no memories in this White Zetsu Clone's "brain," no thoughts, no intelligence-not even a fully formed "consciousness." He was like an exquisitely crafted puppet, a remotely controlled terminal whose every action came from commands issued by some distant "server."
Once the "server" disconnected, the terminal became a piece of scrap.
"So that's how it works. The key information behind the Mayfly Technique and that possible Impersonation Technique isn't stored in these disposable clones at all."
Toru Kujyo was a little disappointed, but not surprised. If an opponent of this caliber could have all his secrets stripped away so easily, that would be selling him far too short.
He couldn't obtain any specific intelligence, but by analyzing the White Zetsu Clone's physical structure, along with the energy sample he had obtained from the clone he had "digested" earlier, he had already gained a rough understanding of these creatures' nature.
"Based on hashirama cells, yet different... more like a combination of plant life and some kind of parasitic organism. What an interesting creation."
He withdrew his hand and flicked a fingertip. A complex sealing formula instantly branded itself onto the White Zetsu Clone's body, sealing him completely inside a tiny scroll.
"I may not have gotten any answers out of you, but you yourself are the most valuable intelligence."
He put the scroll away and looked out the window. Sasuke was sitting beneath the eaves with his sword in his arms, staring sharply at his own hand, seemingly still reflecting on that silent clash earlier in the day.
Toru Kujyo smiled, picked up the large, vigorously flopping fish from the bucket by the door, and walked outside.
"What are you looking at? Come help. Tonight's grilled fish