"What do you want?"
Black Zetsu's voice remained sinister and deeply unpleasant to hear.
Kabuto Yakushi could even hear a hint of a threat in his words.
As for whether Black Zetsu had meant to threaten him, of course he had, and not just a little.
Granted, when facing Shihōin Naraku, Black Zetsu seemed extremely deferential. Apart from a few private schemes, he would divulge any other information to him.
But that was because Naraku was too powerful, a true God of the Shinobi World. Facing a ninja like that, Black Zetsu had no choice but to bow his head.
On top of that, Naraku held information he could use against Black Zetsu, forcing him to rein in his inner arrogance.
But before Kabuto Yakushi, Black Zetsu naturally displayed a different attitude.
Even if Kabuto Yakushi was still useful, Black Zetsu only regarded him as a somewhat important tool.
And a tool he could discard at any moment!
So when facing Kabuto Yakushi, Black Zetsu's attitude was quite normal.
"What do you want!"
Black Zetsu repeated himself. He was nowhere near as patient as he was with Naraku, and was clearly growing irritated.
"Leaving aside what I want for now, if you want me to join you, wouldn't it be more appropriate for that Madara you mentioned to invite me himself?"
Kabuto Yakushi adjusted his glasses. A white gleam flashed across them, and his eyes were filled with a different meaning.
"Oh?"
Black Zetsu's tone changed slightly. Then he stared at Kabuto Yakushi and slowly stepped back.
Before Kabuto could react, the space beside him twisted, and a hand clad in a black glove reached for his neck.
The sneak attack was blindingly fast.
With a faint crack, the newcomer seized Kabuto Yakushi firmly by the neck, as easily as