This White Zetsu, capable of transmitting messages over long distances, was undeniably a wild card. Hane Genma mulled it over carefully and decided that, no matter what, he had to take down this group of shadowy manipulators lurking in the ninja world.
Without "collecting" White Zetsu, how could Genma grow stronger? And if he didn't grow stronger, how could he hunt down even more White Zetsu?
"By the way," Genma said, "hasn't it been a while since you last exchanged intel with the collective?"
After a brief conversation, the four White Zetsu decided to continue their mission, eager to catch up with the departing Uchiha Madara. But before they left, it seemed they had something to tell Genma.
Genma nodded. "I've been acting solo, separated from the group, for some time now," he said.
"Not long ago," one of the White Zetsu began, "several individuals tasked with monitoring the Uchiha clan were suddenly wiped out simultaneously. Another unit nearby investigated the scene and suspected it might have been a deliberate ambush…"
The White Zetsu paused, its tone shifting. "He speculated that someone might have noticed our existence."
Having lived for countless years, White Zetsu's sense of time was peculiar, to say the least. It took Genma a moment to realize that "not long ago" meant months earlier. And that incident? It was unmistakably his doing.
Genma caught the dismissive undertone in the White Zetsu's voice and decided to play along. Feigning a forgetful expression, as if struggling to recall, he said, "I don't know if my memory's failing me… but I seem to remember something similar happening years ago within the collective. Turned out some individuals were just being overly paranoid, right?"
Genma's words were a gamble, but he was confident. White Zetsu, slinking through the shadows for eons, must have spread similar "false rumors" before. Even if he was wrong, it wouldn't matter—he had no intention of letting these four White Zetsu live.
The White Zetsu seemed pleased with Genma's response. "Exactly," it said. "Every so often, rumors like this pop up. It's no surprise some of us get overly suspicious. After all, over the long years, we've lost the vast majority of our numbers…"
Seeing the group preparing to leave, Genma realized he wouldn't extract any more valuable information from them. It was time for "ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
"Wait," Genma called out, stepping closer as if he had something important to add. The White Zetsu with the long-distance communication ability turned, its face a mask of confusion.
Then, without warning, Genma struck. His fist exploded through the White Zetsu's chest with a sickening crunch.
"Lifted high! Pain flies!" Genma grinned.
Pain flies? More like pain that sends you soaring!
The White Zetsu's body curled into a shrimp-like arc, Genma's monstrous strength lifting it off the ground. This "lifted high" wasn't just for show—it was critical. As long as the White Zetsu was airborne, disconnected from the earth, it couldn't transmit information. The remaining three lacked that ability, meaning the White Zetsu collective would remain oblivious to what happened here.
At this distance, even the main White Zetsu body wouldn't sense their deaths. By the time the next information exchange occurred, it would likely assume these four were still loyally monitoring Uchiha Madara. Any suspicions would fall on Madara, not Genma.
"You… you…" the White Zetsu gasped, realization dawning. The rumors were true—someone was deliberately hunting White Zetsu. And, unbelievably, that someone was one of their own.
"Run!" it shouted to the other three.
Too late. While most of what Genma had said was an act, everything the White Zetsu had shared was genuine. The other three were indeed ordinary White Zetsu, nothing special.
Their reactions were swift. Without time to analyze, they simultaneously activated Mayfly Jutsu, attempting to meld into the ground and escape.
But…
Their Mayfly Jutsu might have been slightly faster than Genma's movements, but merging into the earth still took time. Genma, violently siphoning chakra from the first White Zetsu, watched as the other three half-merged into the ground. With a casual smirk, he slammed his foot down.
The earth buckled, collapsing in a wave of soil that surged outward. The immense pressure crushed the lower halves of the three White Zetsu, halting their escape instantly.
Genma strolled forward, leisurely draining chakra from each of them. His thoughts drifted to the possibility of gaining new chakra nature transformations. He already possessed one kekkei genkai—why not a second or third? But to his disappointment, the chakra he absorbed from the first three strengthened him, yet it wasn't the attribute-based enhancement he craved.
Then, something strange happened, pulling him from his musings.
From the final White Zetsu, Genma extracted chakra as he had with the others. But this one was different—starkly so. It made him frown.
The first three White Zetsu had been "experience packs," as expected, boosting his abilities. But this fourth one? It was like a "fuel pack." The chakra he gained was like that taken from a ninja—usable, but temporary, vanishing after use without enhancing his base attributes.
"What… is going on? Are White Zetsu not all the same?" Genma muttered, stunned.
The sudden shift upended everything he thought he knew about White Zetsu. He stood frozen, grappling with the revelation.
"Was I mistaken?" he wondered, focusing inward to assess the changes.
The first White Zetsu had sharpened his chakra perception, likely granting him heightened sensory abilities. The second had boosted his "stats," enhancing his physique and the quality and quantity of his chakra. The third had a similar effect.
But the last one… just a "fuel pack."
The feeling was like checking his pockets, certain he'd stuffed in four thousand ryo, only to find three thousand when he counted. Where was the missing thousand?
Such a drastic discrepancy would leave anyone sweating in panic.
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