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Obviously, everyone present was one of their own... their own Zetsu. Nothing to suspect among themselves.
Throughout the long course of history, if White Zetsu were viewed as a species incapable of reproduction, then by now this species had already lost the vast majority of its individuals.
And if you asked how these individuals died, you could only say most perished from unknown AOE attacks.
White Zetsu died without knowing why, while the casters had no idea they'd scored bonus kills.
Therefore, Yūshin's explanation was sufficient and trustworthy—several White Zetsu might even empathize with his experience.
One White Zetsu could naturally perceive another's essence. In their view, Yūshin had no issues whatsoever.
Everyone was White Zetsu—suspicion? Why suspect anything?
For millennia, only White Zetsu had disguised themselves as other shinobi to sow discord. When had there ever been a shinobi transforming into White Zetsu without detection?
White Zetsu possessed millennium-long thinking inertia—the concept of being impersonated simply didn't exist in their minds. Thus Yūshin easily infiltrated the "experience pack" ranks.
The cave was dry with ample space. After Yūshin's arrival, the White Zetsu quieted again. About a day later, all White Zetsu from the surrounding area finally converged here.
"Twenty-two, twenty-three..."
Yūshin silently counted in his heart. Currently, twenty-three White Zetsu had gathered in this small mountain cave.
"Everyone's assembled," one White Zetsu stepped forward, standing face-to-face before the others.
"Is this gathering's purpose the same as usual?" another White Zetsu asked.
"Same as always—you report valuable intelligence to me, then I report to the main body."
"Nothing worth mentioning. A few small ninja clans' destruction—does this count as influential major news?"
"I also lack high-value intelligence."
"Our surveillance range originally lacked valuable targets anyway—just some here-today-gone-tomorrow small ninja clans in chaotic warfare."
"..."
White Zetsu made reports while complaining. When Yūshin's turn came, he simply replied "Nothing" and finished.
After all White Zetsu completed their reports, the leader finally spoke:
"The ninja world has indeed seemed somewhat peaceful recently. Apparently we should intensify our instigation of major ninja clans, further escalating their mutual conflicts..."
"Peaceful..."
Yūshin thought silently—apparently small shinobi like him didn't even register as people in White Zetsu's eyes.
Invisible meant nonexistent; nonexistent meant no ripples; no ripples meant no impact, naturally no significance—how much could life-and-death struggles between small and medium ninja clans affect the ninja world's development or history's course?
"Transfer two people to Area 037, strengthen surveillance. More importantly, we have other upcoming actions—those transferred can prove useful," the lead White Zetsu continued.
"Area 037 is?"
"Just the Uchiha Clan's village."
Hearing the next action involved Uchiha, one White Zetsu immediately said: "I'll go—it's too boring here."
Upon hearing this, Yūshin's mind stirred: "Count me in."
Yūshin couldn't possibly attack White Zetsu here—otherwise intelligence like "a shinobi capable of impersonating White Zetsu is hunting White Zetsu" would inevitably leak, spelling disaster for him... He couldn't instantly kill twenty-three White Zetsu capable of using the Mayfly Technique.
So he needed to find isolated White Zetsu, traveling together without arousing suspicion. In such circumstances, nothing beat joint mission execution.
"Good, you two transfer to Surveillance Area 037."
The lead White Zetsu agreed. White Zetsu showed no differences among themselves—selection was unnecessary since anyone would suffice.
After consideration, it finally said:
"Everyone, for that great goal, while monitoring the ninja world we must also pay attention to our own safety.
Throughout thousands of years, we've lost too many individuals—we can no longer continue such losses... 1,157—this is our current surviving number. Further losses will make complete ninja world surveillance and monitoring difficult."
"1,157... so many experience packs."
If Yūshin's experience pack theory proved valid, how many levels could these packs raise him? Well, he was thinking too ambitiously—how could he possibly eliminate all White Zetsu?
All White Zetsu represented a golden mountain Yūshin couldn't possibly move—he could only quietly collect a few nuggets at the mountain's base.
After brief exchanges, the White Zetsu meeting disbanded, departing in different directions.
Yūshin followed behind his mission companion, moving toward so-called Area 037. He had to follow—he had no idea where the Uchiha village was located.
...
One day later.
Yūshin and this White Zetsu both traveled using the Mayfly Technique, achieving very fast movement speeds. By now they'd completely separated from other White Zetsu—besides themselves, no third White Zetsu individual could be sensed in the vicinity.
Thus, Yūshin, who'd been silently following behind, began speaking, preparing to gently tap on a heart sealed for over a millennium.
"Do you think we can truly complete that plan?" he suddenly asked without preamble.
"What do you mean?" The White Zetsu was confused.
White Zetsu brains simply didn't permit such doubts—this was determined by physiological, organic brain structure. They were born to save Mother; brains incapable of wanting to save Mother simply couldn't develop.
"We've already devoted over a millennium to that plan, but what progress have we achieved? Nearly zero. Is wasting such long lives on this ethereal plan truly worthwhile?"
"The world clearly contains more meaningful things, more worthy of investing time and effort. Why persist in checking unrealistic plans? By the way, are you male or female? Any thoughts on cultivating female White Zetsu?"
"You... what are you saying?" This White Zetsu's brain was nearly crashing.
"I..."
Yūshin suddenly extended both arms, his palms emerging from behind the White Zetsu, pressing against its temples from both sides of its head.
Then he pushed palms together and applied crossed force. With a crisp crack, this White Zetsu's head directly rotated one and a half turns.
"You're tired—I just wanted to advise you to rest well."
"Abandon collective thinking, embrace individualism. Though you've lost life, you've gained eternal liberation. How about it—doesn't abandoning Mother bring sudden enlightenment and boundless freedom?"
One could only say Yūshin consistently considered others' welfare.
Thinking what others think, worrying about others' concerns—after brief contact, people often concluded "he's actually quite nice."
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