Black Zetsu felt his head ache.
Although he had considered this possibility long ago, the original plan had been for Nagato to keep staying away from large-scale wars and remain in the Land of Rain until he matured.
Now Nagato had been absorbed into Kusagakure and would soon come into the Five Great Nations' sights.
When that happened, there would be countless variables.
"We can only go back and let Madara find a solution. There's nothing we can do."
White Zetsu laughed sinisterly.
"All we on the front lines need to do is gather intelligence everywhere and sort out the situation. Madara, in the rear, has far more to think about."
Black Zetsu spoke with a hollow smile, then controlled their body as their presence faded.
The black-and-white figure slowly sank into the ground, quickly merging back into the soil.
Underground, the soil and rocks along their path parted to either side like water, then closed behind them again. It was extremely convenient.
They quickly crossed the hills along the Land of Rain's border, reached the forest at the boundary between the Lands of Grass and Rain, and finally stopped in a concealed underground cave.
The entrance was small, half-hidden by vines and loose stones. From outside, it looked no different from an ordinary crack in the mountainside.
Inside, however, it was spacious, with dry air. A strange, enormous flower core grew beside the wall, giving off an ancient aura.
Madara Uchiha sat on the stone seat in front of it. He looked utterly aged, his skin loose, his disheveled hair gray, his frame thin and hunched.
But his Three-Tomoe Sharingan still turned slowly, their gleam sharp. Even a casual sweep of those eyes carried a heavy sense of pressure.
Zetsu emerged from the ground, their black-and-white body appearing hazy