"Hm?"
Sasuke instantly turned around, only to discover that the person who had appeared behind him was his older brother.
"Don't be surprised. I left a Flying Thunder God Mark on you."
Itachi looked at the countless enormous hands reaching toward them and spoke calmly.
"Be careful. Dodge this attack. Don't take it head-on."
Sasuke turned his gaze back, gave a somewhat haughty huff, then spoke.
"Relax. I don't need you to remind me."
The corner of Itachi's mouth twitched, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes. Then he continued speaking to Sasuke, who had raised his head in delight.
"Next, find a chance to get close to Asura, then leave the rest to me."
His deep eyes fixed on the sneering figure atop the giant Buddha's head, Itachi's heartbeat quickened a little.
"Asura? Got it." Sasuke controlled Susanoo, darting aside to evade dozens of enormous hands reaching toward him, constantly weaving through the gaps like a butterfly dancing among flowers.
He had already learned about the enemy from Izuna, but he still knew nothing about Itachi's plan.
Yet although he did not know what Itachi intended to do, his trust in his older brother made him follow Itachi's instructions unconditionally.
The target was too small, and Susanoo itself also provided a degree of concealment against sensing the chakra within it.
From Black Zetsu's perspective, all he could see was the massive Susanoo swaying continuously under his attacks, coming close several times to being struck and put out of action.
This made him very pleased with himself. So having power felt this wonderful.
None of his past schemes and calculations were as satisfying or enjoyable as fighting like this.
With enough power, Black Zetsu no longer needed to cater to others or grovel before people weaker than himself (yes,