Black Zetsu withdrew his gaze, looked at the wounded subordinates who needed treatment, and let out a weary breath. Shaking his head, he felt he was simply overthinking things.
As a creation of Kaguya's will, perhaps he had no right to make requests. Although he always styled himself as her third son, he knew his actual standing was not that high.
Hagoromo Otsutsuki and Hamura Otsutsuki's betrayal had made Kaguya Otsutsuki wary. She would never again create beings so fully developed, with minds of their own and the ability to defy her.
Black Zetsu was not quite sure what sort of being he really was. But his lack of power and the commands within him that constantly scrutinized his every action were enough to prove that, in Kaguya's eyes, he probably had not come into the world as her "child."
What am I, then?
He finished treating Shisui Uchiha's wounds and turned his gaze to Leaf Dragon, who lay quietly on the ground.
Ah, I'm a tool.
What difference is there between Leaf Dragon and me?
He pressed a hand against Leaf Dragon's chest. There was a Cursed Seal there that could be detonated at any moment.
He pressed a hand against his own chest. There was nothing there, but fused inseparably with his black body were [commands].
The moment he entertained the thought of "not wanting to save Kaguya," his previous useless memories and erroneous thoughts could be washed clean at any time.
Like a downpour washing everything away, it would leave behind a clean Black Zetsu who would strive for nothing but saving his mother.
There's no difference between Leaf Dragon and me.
I should just do my job and not ask for too much.
The wounded subordinates were bandaged one by one, and their breathing gradually