[V2] - Chapter 77. The Great Migration
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Let's rewind time a little.
It was the night the war ended.
After receiving news from the White Zetsus and understanding the current situation, Black Zetsu let out a troubled sigh.
Uchiha Madara... went blind!
Orochimaru got arrested!
And the new boss… is just a kid~
Not to mention that even that person in the sky, whom even Mom feared, got taken down by Konoha?
Even if he did manage to rescue Mom, he'd probably just be delivering her straight to the enemy.
Too terrifying!
Originally, even if reviving Madara-sama didn't work, he had planned to rely on Orochimaru's Impure World Reincarnation to form an undead army. As long as he resurrected Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, they would be able to crush the entire Ninja World and rescue Mom.
But things had changed completely!
Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama had been resurrected again.
If Madara found out anything… they'd be in real danger!
"We can't go on like this anymore!"
After scheming in the shadows of the Ninja World for over a thousand years, the mastermind—Black Zetsu—finally realized the severity of the crisis.
For his mission!
For Mom!
Before Mom is saved, he absolutely cannot afford to be captured!
Black Zetsu took a deep breath, his round eyes wide and serious. He raised his head and addressed the White Zetsus in front of him, "Right now, we must…"
Before he could finish—
Seeing the busy White Zetsus before him, he fell silent.
When he came back to his senses, he looked down at them, black lines covering his face…
Some were hanging banners; some were carrying tables; some were organizing chopsticks.
The atmosphere was bustling.
It looked just like a banquet!
He immediately roared, "What the hell are you idiots doing?!"
"Throwing a feast!"
"…"
They were really throwing a damn feast?!
Black Zetsu stared speechlessly at the White Zetsus, who replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Covering his head with one hand, he spoke in near collapse, "Is this really the time to have a feast now?!"
And they were even saying it as if it were a matter of course.
Damn it!
Do these idiots not realize that their organization is facing its greatest crisis since its establishment?
And besides—
"Uchiha Madara isn't even dead! What are you celebrating?! Feasting every day! Didn't you just say we were out of money a few days ago?!"
The moment he said that—
All the White Zetsus froze.
Then they sighed in unison and lowered their heads in dejection.
Tens of thousands of White Zetsus fell into despair at once, and the whole cave filled with a sorrowful air. Black Zetsu's eyelid twitched uncontrollably… that is, if he even had one.
What the hell is wrong with these brain-dead White Zetsus now?!
Just as the question arose in his mind—
Suddenly.
Out of nowhere—
"We might never see Madara-sama again. What's wrong with having one last feast?"
"Yeah, exactly! We've been so busy these past few days. What are you, Orochimaru, the evil black-hearted factory boss?! Can't you let your employees relax a bit?"
"The Ninja World is terrifying! Who can beat those lunatics? We might all die tomorrow. What's wrong with throwing ourselves a send-off party?"
"Right! What's wrong with throwing a feast for ourselves?!"
"Come on, everyone! Keep dancing, keep playing! Where's the banner? Hurry up and hang it! It just feels incomplete without it!"
"Damn it! Because of the war, no one's delivering food, and the delivery fees have gone up!"
"A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past. Drink up! Hang ourselves to the God Tree! Let's all go together!"
"Let's do it!!!"
"…"
These guys…
They're nuts!
Ever since this so-called internet appeared, not a single White Zetsu had been normal. They used to be such obedient, well-behaved tools!
What the hell happened to them?!
Black Zetsu stared at the White Zetsus—who had just been raising fists angrily at him, only to start drinking again—as black lines filled his face.
He really wanted to replace this entire bunch of idiots!
But right now—
A huge crisis!!!
This wasn't the time for that!
So, Black Zetsu swallowed his rage. Looking at the White Zetsus still lost in their milk tea pool and fried chicken forest below, he took another deep breath. With a hopeful glint in his eyes, he raised his fist and said, "We can't go on like this anymore!"
As he spoke, he stepped solemnly toward the center of the feast.
"Have you all forgotten the mission carved into your bodies? Have you forgotten Kaguya-sama, still sealed away? Just because of a little crisis, are you really going to lose yourselves like this? Give up on yourselves? Have you forgotten how we made it through the past thousand years?"
The more he spoke, the more fired up he got, and the more serious he looked. Seeing all the White Zetsus below, sad-faced yet still munching on fried chicken, his eye twitched, and he continued: "Although now might be the biggest crisis our organization has ever faced, we haven't failed yet! Pull yourselves together! This is just one obstacle on the difficult road to fulfilling our mission! We can do this! Once we save Mom, we'll drink milk tea by the gallon, order food from wherever we want! So we absolutely cannot give up!"
With those final words, he seemed to draw strength from somewhere, stubbornly raising his tightly clenched fist. "It's been so many years—tell me, are you really going to give up here?!"
As the words fell—
All the little White Zetsus stared blankly at Black Zetsu-sama above!
That's right!
How could they give up now?
They were carrying… the mission to rescue Kaguya-sama!
Kaguya-sama is their light!
She is their future!
They absolutely could not give up!
All the White Zetsus sorrowfully put down their fried chicken and milk tea, glanced at each other, then raised their fists and shouted loudly, "For Kaguya-sama!!!"
"For Kaguya-sama!!!"
"For Kaguya-sama!!!"
In an instant, the entire cave trembled, echoing with deafening chants.
This was their mission.
Black Zetsu nodded in satisfaction. If this didn't work… he'd have no choice but to hang all these White Zetsus on the God Tree himself.
He raised a hand and motioned down for silence. Once all the White Zetsus had calmed down, he continued with a serious expression, "Now, all White Zetsus listen to my plan!"
Since they could no longer stay in the Ninja World, and in order to prevent Uchiha Madara from finding out something and wiping them all out—
"We have to move!"
As soon as he said that, all the little White Zetsus froze, then nodded.
They really did have to move.
Otherwise…
Who knows if that 'Boss Yumi' name would work on Uchiha Madara?
But—
"Where are we moving to?"
"Where are we moving?" Upon hearing this question, Black Zetsu's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "We're moving to the moon! Hiding inside the moon not only brings us closer to Mom, but also makes it harder for us to be found! When the time comes…"
However—
Before he could finish—
The little White Zetsus burst into cheers again.
"To the moon? I thought we were going somewhere else! That's great! Now we can go online again!"
"That's right! That's right! I was so worried! I heard that soon you can even get food delivery on the moon!"
"Isn't that just like the Ninja World?"
"Keep dancing! Keep playing! A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past, a toast to Madara-sama!"
"Feast time! Feast time!"
"…"
Black Zetsu once again stared at the White Zetsus—who had gone right back to eating—with a face full of dark lines. His eye twitched again as he shouted, "Feast my ass! You idiots! Right now, immediately move out!!! Take everything you can! Don't leave a single trace behind!"
And just like that, to escape the great crisis, Black Zetsu led the White Zetsus… and began the greatest migration in history!!!
Everyone began heading for the moon.
Though—
It seemed a certain White Zetsu on the Konoha side… was completely forgotten.