[V2] - 19. White Zetsu's Mission
---
In the end, Konoha still lost.
Speaking of which, Rock Lee facing Gaara was still quite a stretch. Luckily, Tsunade happened to be nearby placing bets, so the rescue was very tily. Otherwise, Rock Lee probably would've ended up with a crippled leg again.
Yuto even speculated that Konoha lost so quickly perhaps because Tsunade bet on Konoha to win~
The following matches had nothing to do with Konoha anymore—after all, Konoha was out of the ga.
However—
There was still no sign of Otsutsuki Urashiki to this day. No one knew what that guy was doing. Even the Nine-Tails had already left the village, and yet he still hadn't acted?!
At this mont—
In the spectator stands, many of the audience mbers were gradually leaving the venue.
However, one figure remained...
A slovenly middle-aged man with long black hair and a weary face still sat in the stands, fiercely taking a drag from his cigarette. Then, he took it from his mouth.
"I lost!"
After a while, he patted the dust from his body, let out a long sigh, stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked off with a desolate back.
He hadn't walked far—
Just arrived at a slightly more secluded spot—
Suddenly—
"What the hell have you been doing?! Weren't you supposed to keep an eye on our future boss?!" Several figures erged from the ground and pinned the slovenly man down, yelling angrily, "It's only been a few years and you've already forgotten our dream? Forgotten our mission?!"
Dust flew everywhere.
However—
The middle-aged man being pinned didn't get angry. Instead, he rolled over, jumped to his feet, and looked at his forr comrades with excitent. "You guys finally showed up! Is the organization calling back? Did you receive all the spores I sent back?"
Just as he said that—
The previously furious White Zetsu beating team fell silent.
Finally, the Reviewer White Zetsu from the [Future Boss Care Team] sighed, stepped forward, and patted Uncle White Zetsu on the shoulder. "Your mission isn't complete yet. Our future boss still needs your watchful eye! You absolutely can't let her go astray again! You know how hard it was for us to find such a suitable boss!"
"I think I'm the one going astray," Uncle White Zetsu replied grumpily. "Think about it! The organization sent out to look after the future boss and didn't give a single ryo! It's been three years! Do you even know how I've survived these past three years?!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he got. He grabbed Reviewer White Zetsu by the collar.
"You think coaxing a child doesn't cost money? I haven't had Yuto Milk Tea or topped up 648 in ages! Isn't it about ti I returned to the team?! You see this 100-ryo betting slip? I collected tons of trash bottles just to scrape that together—only for Konoha to actually lose!"
"Don't forget our mission! You can't keep gambling like this!"
"How much longer?!"
"Three more years! Just three more years and the future boss will start academy. Things will get easier then. This ti, no more screw-ups!" Reviewer White Zetsu looked firmly at Uncle White Zetsu. "We have to start from childhood education! Three more years—just hold out three more years and you can co back. I'll treat you to milk tea then!"
"You said three years before—and now another three years... If this keeps up, I'll be planting trees already. Just get soone else to take over!"
"Everyone else is busy!"
"Playing gas? Drinking milk tea? Sleeping?"
"You'd better change your tone with . Otherwise, with this many people here right now—want to see if we bury you and use you to plant trees?"
After those words fell, Uncle White Zetsu went silent for a mont before saying, "Alright! Now tell your plan!"
"First, you must gain that little girl's trust!" Seeing Uncle White Zetsu getting his spirits back, Reviewer White Zetsu nodded in satisfaction, coughed twice deliberately, then looked him up and down seriously and said, "This look of yours just won't do. A greasy, slovenly middle-aged man—like so useless loser who relies on pachinko balls to get by!"
"That's right! That's right! Isn't it said that girls these days are all face-obsessed?"
"I heard that as long as you're good-looking, your values follow your facial features—so you still need to be more handso!"
"We need to show off the charm and elegance of our little white army!"
"That's a boss we worked so hard to find! We must raise her from childhood! When the ti cos... we'll bring despair to this Ninja World!"
The rest of the little White Zetsus all started chattering noisily.
"You're carrying our future on your shoulders, 9527!"
You know—
After becoming completely disillusioned with the adults, they decided to start grooming a kid from scratch. After much effort, they finally found one who perfectly matched their internal image of a boss.
She inherited both the Uchiha and Hyuga bloodlines.
Especially that damn guy's Sharingan... three tomoe—so powerful! To be honest... it was the first ti in a thousand years they'd seen anything like it.
So naturally, his kid must be a genius too.
Especially when they first saw her... it was like seeing Kaguya-sama herself.
She was just too suitable!
Also—although the boss currently doesn't have any money, her father does!
Once he dies, and with help from the little white n corps to inherit his fortune, she'll beco the new richest person in the Ninja World.
And she's still so young... incredibly malleable. With their guidance, she would definitely beco a boss who dotes on her subordinates and constantly tops up 648 for them!
So: talented, rich, considerate to her followers.
What a perfect boss!
Thinking of this, all the White Zetsus clutched their faces in emotion. Even though they had no tears, they were still deeply moved.
Just a few more years to go.
Besides, Madara-sama has been dead for so long already. If they hadn't taken turns trimming the grass on his grave, the grass would probably be taller than them by now!
They believed... the bright future would surely belong to all White Zetsus.
"Black Zetsu also really cares about your mission," the Reviewer patted Uncle White Zetsu on the shoulder with a sigh, speaking with a tone containing vicissitudes of life, "Didn't you notice? We all ca here in person this ti. We even bought you milk tea!"
"You guys..." Uncle White Zetsu looked at them emotionally, covering his eyes with his arm as if trying to stop tears from falling (though there were none at all). "Can you stop acting? Just hand over the milk tea already!"
"Well... to be honest, we drank it on the way here!"
"Damn it! Go to hell!"
Hearing this, Uncle White Zetsu clenched his fists in frustration and glared at them. But after glancing around at the five or six little White Zetsus nearby, he thought... they were all his people, after all. It was just milk tea—no need to get that mad.
[Hmph! You despicable, short-sighted fools! As long as I stay by the boss's side, one day I'll beco her most trusted aide. I'll drink milk tea cup after cup, make you all serve and pour my tea! I'll drive you crazy to death. Hahaha!]
"Alright! The rest is up to you now!" Reviewer White Zetsu patted Uncle White Zetsu on the shoulder and sighed, "We believe a beautiful future awaits us! Once the boss grows up, we're sure we'll fulfill our mission!"
As those words fell—
All the White Zetsus...
Lifted their heads to gaze into the distance.
The setting sun cast its golden light across the Ninja World.
It definitely symbolized a bright future!
===
Read upto [V2] Chapter 80 in /kurato6180
Reviews
All reviews (0)