Naruto: What Kind of Starter Pack is 13 Years Late?

Black Zetsu was very confused right now. He didn't know what to do.

The moment an Ōtsutsuki appeared, he even had a rebellious thought.

"Perhaps mother is better off in the seal?"

At least, being in the seal ensures safety. But the problem is, his mission since birth was to rescue Kaguya, so wouldn't doing nothing go against his mission?

Moreover, he had worked so hard for so many years, and now he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Even though Madara chose an idiot like Obito as his representative, at least everything was progressing steadily.

If he were to give up, he would be extremely unwilling.

"Blacky, what exactly are you doing?"

Black Zetsu was lost in thought, but White Zetsu was not happy. Standing under the scorching sun was not comfortable at all.

"Also, what's been going on with you lately? Why do you always seem so preoccupied?"

"Shut up, you wouldn't understand."

Black Zetsu's thoughts were interrupted by White Zetsu, and he felt annoyed.

"How could an idiot like you understand my affairs!"

"There are differences even among idiots. Look at Obito, he's an idiot, and he's always miserable. I'm also an idiot, but I'm happy every day, hehe."

"…"

Black Zetsu felt like his intelligence was being challenged. Aren't idiots stupid in their own ways?

"Come on, tell me, maybe I can help you figure something out."

White Zetsu spoke confidently, which almost made Black Zetsu roll his eyes.

"If I have to rely on your help, then I'm truly finished!"

"Oh."

White Zetsu nodded, but then Black Zetsu suddenly spoke, "You will never understand my confusion. I've done so many things just to achieve one goal, but in the end, I find that the situation has become even worse."

"…"

White Zetsu blinked, thinking, "Didn't you just say that if you relied on me, you'd be finished?"

"Do you know that feeling?"

Black Zetsu didn't know what White Zetsu was thinking, he continued to sigh.

He was too suppressed, he was almost despairing from the news Obito brought back.

If he didn't vent properly, he felt like he would collapse.

Black Zetsu said, "That feeling of working so hard for so long, only for it to potentially all be for nothing, it's terrifying."

"Mm-hmm, I know, because no matter what, I can't poop, and I can't understand the pleasure of pooping, so I understand you."

White Zetsu nodded seriously, and his words almost made Black Zetsu give in to the urge to strangle this idiot, but in the end, he still sighed.

"It's different. We might have to face an unimaginable enemy, and all the preparations we've made might not be enough to deal with them."

"You will never understand how terrifying they are, nor will you comprehend their immense power. With people like that, we…"

"They, aren't there only one person?" White Zetsu felt a bit confused, and he stroked his chin.

"Ah, I get it, just like cockroaches, if you see one, there are countless others?"

"Idiot, even one is hard to deal with!"

Black Zetsu couldn't hold it in anymore. He was seriously considering strangling this bastard beside him.

Anyway, he was already close to despair, so why not just go with the flow and 'I'm tired, let's destroy it,' and kill these bastards?

"Nah, nah, don't be angry, don't be angry, you're even scarier than Obito!"

White Zetsu instantly sensed the killing intent from Black Zetsu, but he still spoke with a grin, "Just one, but we have many people here. Many against few, why should we be afraid of him?"

"Fool, in front of a true powerhouse, what does numbers mean?"

"Then why don't we try to create someone similar?"

"Idiot, can such a person be created?!"

Black Zetsu roared, but then he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His mother, and even her clan members, were unique and incredibly powerful. But that doesn't necessarily mean they can't try harder, does it?

For example, Madara and Hashirama back then, even if their combat power wasn't comparable to an Ōtsutsuki, it doesn't mean they couldn't do it.

"Besides, Madara, this pawn, if the plan goes smoothly, his own power won't be too bad…"

Black Zetsu calculated precisely. According to his estimation, Madara could reach a level similar to his 'good big brother.'

Probably.

"Such an ability should be able to cause trouble?"

Black Zetsu felt that perhaps he really shouldn't give up so early, after all, how could he just stop after so much effort?

Perhaps he could still struggle a bit, perhaps he could calculate more carefully, perhaps he could do more?

"You seem to have an idea, Blacky?"

White Zetsu immediately noticed the change in Black Zetsu.

He spoke with a grin, "See, I told you if you talked to me, maybe I could help you. Even though I'm an idiot, I'm not bad, right?"

"Indeed, though you're an idiot, you're sometimes quite useful." Black Zetsu unconsciously nodded, but then he shook his head again.

"But I still need to think about this, after all, nothing is simple!"

Madara's resurrection is not a simple matter, and it's not easy for others to replace him.

After all, deploying White Zetsu could easily cause trouble, and he had to think it through carefully.

"But mother, I will definitely try my best…"

He looked up at the sky again, but this time he wasn't as confused as before.

"It's just, this Ōtsutsuki Takeshiki, why does he feel so strange?"

"Ōtsutsuki Takeshiki, Takemi …"

"Do all the troublesome guys now have 'Take' in their names?"

— — —

"Little Jiraiya, it's been a while since you've been to Mount Myōboku."

Inside Mount Myōboku, Jiraiya walked towards the hall dedicated to the Great Sage Toad, with Fukasaku and Shima standing on his shoulders.

Hearing Fukasaku's words, Jiraiya scratched his head.

"Things have been busy lately, so I haven't been able to come. Now that I have some free time, and also some questions that need answers, so…"

"Damn it, you only come when you need something, don't you?" Shima was displeased hearing this, and she heavily knocked him on the head.

"You just forgot about us? Little Jiraiya, you—"

"Sorry, sorry, my bad, my bad."

Jiraiya rubbed his head, thankfully Fukasaku spoke up to help him out, "What important matters, Little Jiraiya?"

"Many things have happened in the Ninja World recently, and…"

Jiraiya opened his mouth, unsure how to begin, but in the end, he sighed and said, "And, I seem to have met my former disciple, the one with the Rinnegan."

"Hmm?"

His words stunned both Sages.

"At your request, we specifically investigated, and the intelligence we received was that they had all died. What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know either, but now he might become our enemy, and even the enemy of the Ninja World."

Jiraiya's face was filled with bitterness, these matters were very distressing to him.

"Besides that, a troublesome individual has appeared in the Ninja World, which is also the purpose of my visit this time."

"It seems truly troublesome." Fukasaku and Shima's expressions also became heavy.

"Let's hurry, we're almost there."

Jiraiya nodded and said no more. They sped up and quickly arrived at the deepest part of the great hall.