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People's prejudices are like mountains.
The general view holds that White Zetsu are sinister, cunning, evil creatures who'll stop at nothing for ethereal, unattainable goals. But what if one observes White Zetsu without prejudice?
Couldn't they become Yūshin's exclusive benefactors—noble beings devoted to selflessly serving Yūshin alone?
Though this era's White Zetsu have all been brainwashed into God Tree servants, their core essence remains that of ancient shinobi who, after experiencing Infinite Tsukuyomi and hanging on the God Tree to dry for ages, transformed into their current state... This was Yūshin's understanding of the facts.
In a sense, while incomparable to true "fruit," they could still be considered things grown from the God Tree.
The God Tree was still a tree, and if something grew on trees, juicing it might yield nutrient-rich liquid.
Having received corresponding benefits—despite previously causing severe gastric discomfort—Yūshin still set his sights on White Zetsu.
He saw in White Zetsu hope for ordinary shinobi to transcend bloodline limitations.
Regrettably and sadly, this was unavoidable.
As everyone knows, shinobi and shinobi with Ōtsutsuki bloodlines are two different species.
Without taking extremes or performing insane bodily modifications, ordinary shinobi face accessible yet insurmountable ceilings.
If Yūshin's "White Zetsu experience pack" speculation proved successful, he'd possess the possibility of breaking through that ceiling... White Zetsu might not live gloriously, but could die honorably.
To verify his hypothesis, Yūshin first needed to capture another White Zetsu.
But White Zetsu were elusive—live capture proved extremely difficult.
Black Zetsu and White Zetsu had hidden for millennia, secretly manipulating the ninja world's direction.
Under their instigation, the ninja world never achieved true peace. Despite committing countless evil deeds and serving as puppet masters for so many years, they'd never been detected—demonstrating their concealment abilities.
Fortunately, Yūshin was different—being a "White Zetsu-Man," he somewhat counted as one of their number.
Indeed, he possessed the ability to sense "his kind." As long as other White Zetsu appeared within his range, they could detect each other immediately.
The prerequisite was Yūshin's body maintaining partial White Zetsu transformation during encounters.
"White Zetsu, oh White Zetsu—where can I find White Zetsu?"
Yūshin felt somewhat impatient to verify his speculation. In his envisioned path to strength, there was clear division of labor...
White Zetsu would handle sacrificing lives; he'd handle leveling up—truly a win-win situation.
Unfortunately, such deep mountain forests contained no White Zetsu—they were busy monitoring the entire ninja world.
Just as Yūshin anxiously wondered how to obtain fresh White Zetsu, good fortune found him again.
On the fifth day after settling in this camp, while Yūshin practiced the Mayfly Technique, his "White Zetsu-ized" body seemed to receive certain information.
He quickly "whitened" his brain, decoding this message... It was a gathering signal, requesting all White Zetsu within range to assemble at a specific location quickly.
Speak of the devil—experience packs... ahem, White Zetsu were about to appear, likely in groups.
This opportunity couldn't be missed. Yūshin barely hesitated before deciding to participate in this gathering.
Even mixing among White Zetsu, his exposure probability remained extremely low.
Considering the risks versus potential benefits, he had nothing to hesitate about.
Yūshin immediately summoned two deputies.
Kansen Hagūgen had now become Kansen Morinaga, while Ryūnosuke Hagūgen became Ryūnosuke Hayasaka.
"The camp has settled down, but this doesn't mean we can waste too much time. Next, I plan to carefully scout the surroundings, preferably clarifying the Tsugawa Clan's movements...
Additionally, we need supply replenishment. If possible, I'll obtain some grain—we can't rely solely on fishing and hunting for food."
This was ordinary, conventional, and correct action. Kansen and Ryūnosuke had no reason to object.
"Captain, what about your injuries?" Ryūnosuke asked.
"Completely fine now."
"Understood. We'll handle the camp—please ensure your safety."
"Good, I'm counting on you both... I can't determine this mission's duration, but I'll definitely return as soon as possible."
Yūshin briefly packed his ninja tools, then quickly departed the camp.
"The Clan Leader really has changed." Watching Yūshin's departing figure, Kansen couldn't help commenting.
"It's Captain..." Ryūnosuke immediately corrected, then added his own sentiment: "Responsibility makes people grow."
Yūshin had initially been just an ordinary shinobi of average ability, but now had become everyone's spiritual pillar.
...
The information White Zetsu transmitted to Yūshin through instinct or secret techniques proved difficult to interpret textually, linguistically, or logically. Yūshin simply knew he should attend the gathering.
This information couldn't provide specific coordinates for any location—it could only serve as guidance, indicating the destination's direction and whether he was getting closer or farther, higher or lower.
He would follow this guidance, traveling to the gathering point in a somewhat clumsy manner.
Yūshin's silhouette burst through morning mist. Dawn sunlight pierced clouds, casting cold light patches while forest streams meandered over rocky riverbeds—everything appeared verdantly alive.
Such scenery matched his mood.
At this moment, Yūshin's heart felt somewhat restless with anticipation.
Following the guidance, approximately two days later, he reached the gathering point.
Before approaching further, he underwent full-body "White Zetsu-ization."
After carefully examining the surrounding environment, he soon discovered a cave concealed among tree groves.
Yūshin didn't enter through the entrance—he used the Mayfly Technique, his body silently passing through rock layers.
His face quickly emerged from the inner cave wall. After openly observing without concealment, he passed through the rock wall into the cave.
Currently, over ten White Zetsu had already assembled inside—resembling a radish conference.
Besides full-body White Zetsu-ization, Yūshin hadn't even altered his appearance, yet felt no concern about this—confident it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
"Why do you look like this?"
Indeed, upon discovering his appearance, a nearby White Zetsu questioned him.
This White Zetsu's voice contained only curiosity without suspicion—what could they suspect? The current Yūshin looked identical to White Zetsu.
"Bad luck—got caught in a shinobi's area-effect ninjutsu, nearly entered a dying state. Fortunately, I managed to parasitize this shinobi in time, barely preserving my life using his chakra," Yūshin replied.
"That's truly unfortunate."
The White Zetsu's tone remained casual—neither considering their "companion's" survival worth celebrating nor their death worth lamenting. White Zetsu weren't human after all—one couldn't expect them to possess genuine human empathy.
Care about companions? This wasn't in White Zetsu programming—they only focused on Mother, causing disasters, monitoring the world, caring about Rinnegan and vegetables.
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