Leaving the cavern where he had met Toyotomi Yinglang and the Evil God, Black Zetsu slipped back into the boundless curtain of rain and the shadows of the underground rock strata. His consciousness, which had remained as still as an ancient well for a thousand years-or so he believed-now churned like a deep pool struck by a massive boulder.
The truth of the "ranch" revealed by the Evil God, Toyotomi Yinglang's claim that "Isshiki isn't dead," and that so-called "more perfect resurrection plan"... Too much information, too many variables, too many... dangers and opportunities had come crashing down at once. Even this thousand-year-old ghost felt dizzy trying to process it all, along with... a faint excitement.
The dangers went without saying. The Sage of Six Paths might be a "rancher" even more ruthless than Mother, the venomous snake Ōtsutsuki Isshiki lurked nearby, and the Evil God and Toyotomi Yinglang were two unfathomable, mysterious beings whose goals remained unclear.
A mistake at any stage could ruin his thousand years of planning in an instant, or even plunge Mother into eternal damnation.
But the opportunities... were just as enormous!
Handled properly, he might be able to use the Evil God's and Toyotomi Yinglang's power to eliminate the Sage of Six Paths' "eyes"-Konoha and Mount Myōboku-and weaken or even temporarily drive back that old bastard. At the same time, he could use their intelligence on Isshiki to take precautions, or... kill him with someone else's blade?
More importantly, there was Toyotomi Yinglang's proposal to use "Obito Uchiha" as a vessel...
Black Zetsu's mind raced like a precision machine of conspiracy as he began sorting through, adjusting, and reweaving the web he had spun across a thousand years.
Obito Uchiha... his talent, Kamui, his obsession with Rin Nohara... Black Zetsu silently mulled over this