Izuna walked down the underground corridor beneath its rather cold lighting.
Led by White Zetsu, he arrived at the room where Madara had been resting these past few days.
Looking at the empty room, which contained nothing besides a bed, Izuna felt a bitter pang.
Even inside Sasuke's belly, he had a little courtyard in a bamboo grove.
Yet his big brother could only live somewhere like this.
Black Zetsu: The problem is, your big brother has an Impure World Reincarnation body. What am I supposed to furnish his room with?
Do you want me to get Madara a photo album of Hashirama so he won't be so lonely every night?
Just as Izuna lowered his head, lost in bitter thoughts, a mark on his back lit up.
A figure in a black robe instantly appeared behind him.
"Senior... Izuna, long time no see."
The young man's voice rang out behind him, carrying both a youth's distinctive immaturity and an inexplicable air of maturity.
"Itachi, huh? Sure enough, that fellow Tobirama would never forget about this."
Izuna knew who had appeared behind him without even turning around.
Itachi.
"Yes. Though this is a little impolite, may I ask if Zetsu has returned?"
Scarlet light flashed past, and White Zetsu, who had just been about to escape and report back, instantly lost consciousness, sinking into a world of Genjutsu.
"Zetsu? I don't know."
Izuna shook his head decisively.
He had only gone out for some dumplings and returned after hearing of his big brother's defeat. He hadn't asked about Zetsu, either.
Come to think of it, wasn't Zetsu his big brother's will?
It seemed he must have escaped, and that fellow Tobirama wanted to corner Zetsu at home and kill him.
"I see. Understood."
Looking at the face before him, which