In the dark underground space, Black Zetsu slithered in.
"Master Madara, the Third Mizukage's emotions are becoming increasingly unstable and erratic."
"He's just a useless pawn."
Sitting on a stone chair, Uchiha Madara, with his white hair, aged face, and wrinkled skin like dried bark, showed no concern for the Third Mizukage.
Black Zetsu grinned: "However, if the Third Mizukage continues to lose control, it could become a problem."
"No matter. A pawn is still just a pawn."
Uchiha Madara lifted his head to look at Black Zetsu.
"Have you found a suitable target yet?"
As long as it didn't affect his plans, Uchiha Madara didn't care whether the Third Mizukage lived or died.
What mattered to him was whether Black Zetsu had found a suitable candidate.
He was eager to find someone from the Uchiha clan to take his place, someone who could pretend to be him and carry out his plans in the ninja world.
"I haven't found a suitable candidate yet," Black Zetsu replied, troubled by the high standards Uchiha Madara had set for the selection.
In order to revive his mother, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, Black Zetsu couldn't just randomly grab anyone.
This left him still searching for the right person.
"The only one close enough would be Usagi Xin, who was once seen alongside Nagato. But that kid isn't easy to control."
"Usagi Xin? A half-blood?" Uchiha Madara frowned slightly. He needed a full-blooded Uchiha, not someone of mixed lineage.
"I'll keep looking," Black Zetsu said.
There were plenty of Uchiha clan members, but finding one that met Uchiha Madara's criteria wasn't easy.
The candidate needed to have decent talent, be easy to manipulate, and gullible enough to believe any deception.
In simpler terms, they needed to find a pure-blooded Uchiha genius who was also a bit of a fool.
This made things quite difficult.
But for the sake of Uchiha Madara's plan, and for his own agenda, Black Zetsu could only begrudgingly continue his search in Konoha for the right target.
"No rush. Since the pawn is no longer useful, let's make the most of it before discarding it."
"Uh..."
Seeing the single eye of Uchiha Madara, with its three tomoe spinning slowly, Black Zetsu fell silent.
Though a bit of a failure, that pawn still had some use. Wasn't it a waste to throw it away just like that?
Fine. Whatever you say, I'll do.
Sighing inwardly, Black Zetsu turned and looked at White Zetsu, who had been squatting quietly nearby, forbidden from speaking by Uchiha Madara, and asked:
"Wanna know what it feels like to poop?"
Uchiha Madara, due to his condition, couldn't act personally, so Black Zetsu needed to head to Konoha to keep an eye on the Uchiha clan and find a suitable candidate.
That meant someone else would have to control the Third Mizukage.
Thus, White Zetsu became the first choice.
"Really?" White Zetsu blurted out excitedly, his hands flailing as he babbled, "If I go with you, I'll finally know what it feels like to poop?"
What a weirdo!
Black Zetsu was speechless.
"Get lost!!" Uchiha Madara, who had just closed his eyes, growled in frustration.
The reason he forbade White Zetsu from speaking was because this weirdo kept asking him what it felt like to poop. Over and over. Who could tolerate that?
Especially when White Zetsu was a chatterbox.
Let's just hope this guy doesn't ruin the Mist Village.
Shaking his head, Black Zetsu took White Zetsu with him and headed to the Mist Village.