One day and seven hours. Uchiha Ichiro stopped breathing, not a minute off.
For the first time, Watanabe Ichiro was forcibly pushed out by his Disguise. He sat cross-legged beside the Uchiha Ichiro Disguise, which displayed [Possession unavailable], and remained silent for a long time.
If death was Tobirama Senju's choice, fine. I respect his wishes.
Death isn't goodbye forever. It just means we won't see each other for a long time. What's the big deal? Hmph!
Speaking of which, why hasn't that kid Kagami Uchiha come to collect our bodies yet? We'll be stone cold soon.
Watanabe Ichiro watched Black Zetsu's marker on the system make a wide loop and return. Apparently, he still couldn't bear to give up Uchiha Ichiro's Rinnegan.
Rinnegan were difficult to cultivate, fragile, and easily damaged. Apparently, a single kunai could stab one blind. Better to have a few backup plans.
Black Zetsu sneaked back and poked his head in.
Whoa!
Bodies everywhere, and top-tier loot all over the floor!
[A pair of freshly produced Rinnegan * awaiting pickup] [A corpse with mixed Uchiha and Senju bloodlines * awaiting pickup] [A Senju corpse that isn't particularly useful but feels worth picking up anyway * awaiting pickup] [A laboratory that once successfully cultivated Rinnegan * awaiting entry]
My luck has turned!
Sorry, but this round is mine, isn't it?
I won in the end!
Hahaha...
Watanabe Ichiro watched speechlessly as Black Zetsu practically overflowed with joy, swaying on his feet.
Oh, sorry. That was from Tobirama Senju hammering forbidden techniques into his head earlier. He was wobbling from the beating, not happiness.
Black Zetsu crawled over gleefully and jabbed Uchiha Ichiro hard twice with a finger.
*This brat and Uchiha Kagami are both scumbags who toyed with my feelings! There isn't a single