Black Zetsu's base.
Asura, bound by White Zetsu in a strange fashion, had black rods inserted into his body, connecting him to the Box of Ultimate Bliss on the other side.
The face representing joy on the Box of Ultimate Bliss was now gone, leaving only a closed mouth.
The other three sides, however, still bore masklike expressions.
"Can it only produce four Satori?"
Black Zetsu rubbed his chin, selectively ignored the strange cries from the bound Asura struggling beside him, and clapped his hands.
A burly Fusion White Zetsu approached and, at Black Zetsu's signal, slowly moved toward one side of the Box of Ultimate Bliss.
With a click, Fusion White Zetsu placed his hand on the Box of Ultimate Bliss, and his chakra flowed into it.
The next moment, his body was sucked uncontrollably into the Box of Ultimate Bliss.
Meanwhile, Indra, who sat nearby calmly watching what looked like an evil ritual unfold before him, turned his gaze toward Asura, who kept serving as a power bank.
A faint smile surfaced on his cold face, but quickly faded.
Seeing his foolish younger brother treated like this, Indra could only say that he felt absolutely ecstatic.
That's what you get for competing with me for Six Paths Power, for going on about bonds every day, and for pestering me even after death.
Beside Indra stood Muku, who had changed into a white lab coat.
Yes, this laboratory's white coats were sponsored by a certain selfless Orochimaru.
Orochimaru: ...
Black Zetsu: Come beat me up if you don't like it. Never mind whether you can find me-even if you do, can you beat my eldest nephew?
Watching the monster being sucked into the Box of Ultimate Bliss, Muku felt an excruciating pain in his head, and the desire for