"...Madara Uchiha should have seen it by now, right?"
In a secluded part of the Land of Hot Water, inside the headquarters of the Jashin-no, the Moon Worship Cult now-Black Zetsu, who had possessed the Jashin Cult's leader, gazed at the bright moon overhead and muttered to himself.
No one could understand the bleakness in Black Zetsu's heart. Just to get information about Infinite Tsukuyomi to Madara Uchiha and Uchiha Shingetsu, he had taken an absurdly roundabout route.
To put it bluntly, he had cooked an entire feast just to have an excuse to serve one little dish.
...Goddammit, if those two idiots, Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, hadn't smashed the stone tablet, would he have needed to resort to this?
Over the past few years, he had tried all sorts of things. He had carved a new stone tablet and forged historical documents, but none of it had worked!
As a clan renowned for its meatheads, the Uchiha Clan had no interest in preserving historical artifacts. They hadn't questioned the origins of the things he secretly slipped in, but they hadn't bothered to look at them either.
The stone tablet Black Zetsu had painstakingly carved became part of a new house's foundation, supposedly to secure their ancestors' blessing. The forged historical documents were casually tossed into a corner by their custodian, and once the rats had chewed them to pieces, they were actually used as kindling!
Black Zetsu's heart went ice-cold.
He wanted to drop to his knees, clutch Madara Uchiha's leg, and wail, begging him to take at least one bite of Hashirama's flesh and awaken the Rinnegan already!
Overwhelmed with grief, Black Zetsu reassessed his situation. He wasn't just up against the godlike Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju, but also Konoha, which dominated the entire shinobi world,