In Kumogakure, in the mountains beyond the Valley of Clouds and Lightning.
One White Zetsu after another pulled their heads out of the damp earth. A few had excitement in their eyes, eager to get started, but most looked solemn.
Could creatures like White Zetsu look solemn too?
They probably could. After Black Zetsu, Obito, and the others had instilled the meaning of life in them, even the most optimistic among them could not help growing solemn when the moment came to sacrifice their lives for that meaning.
Perhaps ancient warriors had worn the same expressions when charging between two armies.
"Oh my, oh my, I haven't pooped in the Land of Lightning yet. Should I give it a try~?"
A White Zetsu who had come over from Orochimaru's swayed, cupped their cheeks, and spoke bashfully.
Well, of course, there were plenty of oddballs among the White Zetsu too.
Especially these oddball White Zetsu who had acquired intestines from Orochimaru.
"I'm pooping first! Don't fight me for it!"
White Zetsu Number One immediately squatted down, tightened their abdomen, and prepared to push.
At the sight, the surrounding White Zetsu immediately gathered around, their eyes fixed on Number One's movements, envy showing in their gazes.
Ah, how they longed for intestines of their own.
If they had their own intestines, even if they died on the battlefield, they could poop as they died.
A figure wearing a dark blue robe and a white mask, with the Uchiha Gunbai secured behind him, slowly emerged from thin air, directly facing Number One's backside.
The White Zetsu behind Obito had their view blocked by him and could no longer clearly watch their companion perform this ancient ritual unique to White Zetsu. Their face instantly fell.
Of course, beneath his mask, the face of Obito,