In the pitch-black cave, Madara Uchiha gazed at the scenery outside. The feeling really was quite remarkable.
"Lord Madara, the plan is already underway. If nothing unexpected happens, we should hear back from Obito Uchiha soon," White Zetsu told Madara Uchiha.
"Mm. One more thing. That Sasori from today-you know what to do." Madara Uchiha glanced at White Zetsu.
"I know, Lord Madara. Everything has been arranged," White Zetsu replied directly.
"Mm. What was going on with that Sōkyū Hatake today?" Madara Uchiha's gaze turned cold as he looked at White Zetsu.
"Lord Madara, there are some discrepancies between Sōkyū Hatake and the intelligence we have." White Zetsu shuddered.
"What discrepancies?"
"According to our intelligence, Sōkyū Hatake shouldn't possess such a powerful presence at this point, and he shouldn't be that strong, either..." White Zetsu said bluntly.
"Black Zetsu."
"Lord Madara." At Madara Uchiha's quiet call, a pitcher plant appeared before him.
"I need an explanation." Though Madara Uchiha's body was now old and frail, his imposing presence had not diminished in the slightest.
"Lord Madara, this truly wasn't covered by our intelligence. We'll step up our information gathering on Sōkyū Hatake from now on." Black Zetsu understood Madara Uchiha's meaning very well.
After all, Madara Uchiha had entrusted all intelligence work to him, yet something unexpected like this had happened. To Madara Uchiha, that was intolerable.
"Mm. Another thing-we need to pick up the pace with Obito Uchiha. I don't have much time left. As the embodiment of my will, you must understand the urgency of this matter," Madara Uchiha said bluntly. This was the top priority.
"I understand, Lord Madara. Everything is proceeding according to plan." Looking at the aged Madara Uchiha, Black Zetsu's lips curled into a mocking smile.
If it weren't for his mother, Black Zetsu