A white fingertip first sprouted from the rear wall of the Medical District.
It did not break the seals.
Instead, it squeezed straight out of the wall through the brief connection between the living White Zetsu and its own kind.
The Anbu guarding the Supplyman immediately activated isolation.
The old man's bed sank underground as sealing walls rose on all four sides.
Before the seals could close, however, the white arm split into dozens of thin tendrils that stabbed toward the bed from different angles.
They did not need to take the witness away.
They only needed one tendril to enter his heart or brain.
The Anbu burned through the foremost tendrils with Fire Release.
New tendrils kept growing out of the wall.
The Anbu on guard did not chase them down and cut them apart one by one.
He reshaped his Fire Release into a low ring of flame, burning only the sections approaching the bed to prevent the intense heat from making the temporary core burst prematurely.
Another Anbu lifted the old man together with the bed board, suspending them three feet above the ground with sealing chains.
The tendrils changed direction accordingly.
They neither attacked the closer Anbu nor damaged the cabinet containing copies of the testimony. Every tip still tracked the old man's heart.
The target they intended to silence was unmistakable.
Still groggy from the medication, the Supplyman instinctively shielded his right shoulder.
That was precisely where the Masked Man had previously grabbed him, then let go.
The living White Zetsu laughed loudly in the isolation room.
"The entrance was real, wasn't it?"
"Where's the soil you promised me?"
Shikaku did not argue with it.
The terms of the exchange rewarded only a genuine entrance. They had never permitted it to use that entrance to