Flames flickered in the little cave, sparks and drifting smoke swaying lazily. It was quite a pleasing sight.
Black Zetsu looked at the child under his hands in high spirits, his two short legs unconsciously swinging again.
He laid the scroll directly on the child and spread it flat, making the little troublemaker serve as a table.
The child did not object, lying there so languidly he seemed to have no bones.
When his head was pushed to one side, he watched with it tilted. When his neck was pinched and his back smoothed down, molding him into a flatter "table," he simply watched the grilled fish from a different angle.
He really did let himself be handled without a fuss, staying however he was positioned.
He was so obedient that Black Zetsu was not quite used to it.
He really had grown up, at least when it came to obedience.
As Black Zetsu watched the motionless figure beneath his hands, warm satisfaction flared in his heart like a flame.
He looked at the word [Konoha] written on the map, stroking his chin in thought.
Over the past few years, he had captured the Six-Tails, who had remained hidden in the Land of Water, and the flying Seven-Tails.
As for the Jinchūriki held by the Lands of Wind and Earth, Black Zetsu had used various means to collect enough tailed beast chakra from them to awaken the Ten-Tails.
Now all that remained were the Eight-Tails in the Shadow Organization's hands, the Nine-Tails in Konoha's hands, and the Two-Tails, who had sensed trouble and promptly sought refuge with Xihuo.
He could not covet the Two-Tails or the Eight-Tails for now. Uchiha Kagami guarded the Shadow Organization, and the abilities of his Mangekyo countered Black Zetsu far too effectively for him to