Choosing to ignore Hashirama sitting beside him, Madara propped his cheeks in his hands and narrowed his eyes, waiting for Tobirama's "interrogation."
"Ahem, if everyone's here, let's begin."
Tobirama cleared his throat and addressed everyone around him.
"First, our first question. Zetsu, what exactly is your identity?"
At Tobirama's words, Madara's pupils abruptly contracted, and he turned to look at the figure behind him, who still resembled a puddle of sludge.
"Zetsu, what's going on?"
Black Zetsu raised his head, looked at everyone's stares, curled his lips in disdain, then closed his eyes.
"None of you have the right to know. That includes you, Madara."
"Aren't you my will?"
"Your will? You think you're worthy?"
As though he had decided he had nothing left to lose, Black Zetsu dropped the act completely and sneered at Madara.
"Hey! Explain yourself!"
Madara shot out of his chair, glaring at Black Zetsu, who had mocked him from behind.
For a moment, his thoughts descended into chaos.
What exactly does Black Zetsu mean? If he isn't my will, who is he?
Panic welled up in Madara's heart.
After all, Black Zetsu had stayed by his side for years!
If he isn't the embodiment of my will, how did he know what I was thinking? How did he carry out my orders so perfectly?
Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Madara's mind, one even he could hardly believe.
"You... used me?"
Seeing Madara's anger flare, Hashirama quickly stood and pulled him back into his seat, thoughtfully patting his back to help him calm down.
"Used you? Haven't I always followed Lord Madara's~ plan to the letter?"
Black Zetsu continued in a mocking tone, deliberately drawing out the title "Lord Madara," as though he were still the Black Zetsu who had once played the lackey. But that