Jiraiya still tried to say something, but Leaf Dragon did not pause for him even for a moment. As he retreated, he switched targets and charged straight at the Two-Tails.
Black Zetsu had already set his mission priorities. Sealing the Two-Tails took precedence over killing anyone who got in the way, so he automatically moved to carry out the first task.
Watching Leaf Dragon move without the slightest hesitation, Jiraiya pressed his lips together, a hint of hurt in his eyes.
Although Hatake Sakumo had already given him the relevant information, explaining that this Leaf Dragon retained Big Brother Leaf Dragon's acting skills and memories but would obey orders to the letter, and would most likely show no mercy even to familiar faces.
But... who wouldn't want to be that miracle, that exception?
(I didn't have time to keep writing the main story. Your corporate-slave author got a sudden notice from the boss about a business trip tomorrow and is currently having a breakdown while packing. I'll do my best to update next week, but I can't promise anything because of work.)
(...What, you're asking about my stockpile of chapters? What corporate slave has fancy things like a stockpile?! Sobbing uncontrollably.)
[Short side story: A famed blade had a spirit]
Timeline: On the night Leaf Dragon gravely wounded Hatake Sakumo, Black Zetsu hid in the Cave with several wounded people. Yin was grilling fish, and Leaf Dragon had a fever after getting soaked in the rain.
The half-dried firewood crackled as it burned, scattering tiny sparks, with gentle warmth radiating from the flames.
Leaf Dragon leaned groggily against the rock wall. The coolness against his back brought a little relief to his feverish body. Craving that chill, his usually straight spine unconsciously curved slightly to rest against the stone, revealing