The smell of blood filled the room, the sound of blood gushing out mingling with the dull thuds of heavy bodies hitting the floor.
The man standing ramrod straight wasted no time, raising his arm and giving his blade a slight flick to the side.
Cold steel flashed, and the blood slid off the blade without a trace.
He sheathed his sword in one fluid motion, turned back, and lowered his gaze, awaiting the next order from the person before him.
Black Zetsu looked at this thoroughly tamed human weapon with immense satisfaction. As expected, a subordinate stolen from someone else was so much easier to use.
There was no need to worry about his betrayal or consider his feelings. He could issue orders and use him however he pleased... What a treasure he had stumbled upon.
Compared with Leaf Dragon...
Black Zetsu looked at the infant, who had been startled by the noise and started crying again. The longer he looked, the more dissatisfied he became.
You're just a little brat with Uzumaki blood, not some important descendant of the Senju or Uchiha. What makes you so sure I won't kill you for making me angry?!
You've got some nerve! All you do is cry, cry, cry, every single day!
Frustrated, he picked the child up and rocked him, then found his own childish thoughts laughable.
Why am I getting angry with a little thing who can't even talk?
I'm warning you, you'd better be very useful to me when you grow up!
Otherwise, with how often you torment me, hmph... I'll make sure you get a proper taste of my methods of torture someday, no matter what...
Although Black Zetsu had not been looking after him for long, he had already become a competent nanny, his baby-soothing skills