Black Zetsu recalled what he had seen that morning. His mouth twitched, and he shoved the thought out of his head.
Forget it. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and getting angry won't help me beat him.
He summoned his courage, reached out, and took hold of the hem of Kaguya's clothes.
Kaguya glanced down but did not pull away.
Black Zetsu's eyes instantly filled with tears.
Chants drifted over from the Training Ground, loud enough to make the ground tremble.
"Youth! Burn! Youth! Burn!"
Thirty figures in green bodysuits punched, kicked, stood on their hands, and tumbled in perfect unison beneath the sun.
Might Guy stood at the front of the group in the latest bodysuit, the character for "youth" on his chest gleaming in the sunlight.
He spotted Genya and his two companions from afar, and his eyes instantly lit up.
It was the sort of gleam a man who had starved for three days would get upon seeing a bowl of braised pork.
He shouted, his voice carrying across the entire Training Ground.
"Genya! Let's have a contest of youth!"
All thirty green-clad figures stopped at once and turned to look their way.
Genya hurriedly waved him off.
"Where's your best friend, Kakashi? Go compete with him."
At that name, Might Guy deflated like a punctured balloon. His shoulders slumped, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
"Kakashi... goes to the Prison to visit Obito every day."
There was an indescribable hurt in his voice.
"When I ask him to compete, he says he's not in the mood. When I ask him to eat with me, he says he has no appetite. When I ask him to reminisce about our youth together, he says..."
Genya prompted him, "Says what?"
"He says, 'Guy,