Uchiha: Starting as the Jinchuriki of Tobirama Chapter 359 - 111: Zetsu: Aomi Is Not a Good Guy! Silly Kid,

After Aomi "laid all cards on the table" with him, Zetsu found both joy and a heavy realization that his millennia-old mission had changed...

How to protect the Chakra that originally belonged to Kaguya from Aomi’s hands?

Zetsu quickly went through several plans in his mind, such as guarding the Tailed Beasts, supporting the Ninja Alliance Army...

But the more he thought about it, the stranger it seed. Wasn’t this putting the cart before the horse?

He was the Chakra collector of the Ninja World, not the Ninja World’s "Savior"!

Aomi’s identity made Zetsu’s heart very conflicted. Exactly how should he treat him?

And at this mont.

Uchiha Obito was staring intently at a few lines of words Aomi had written...

"...Go to Nanguan River with Obito...it’s the most beautiful place..."

"...Soone is having a wedding there..."

"...War is scary, but with Obito, it’s not scary."

"Obito is the best."

"If it’s Obito, he can surely bring peace to the Ninja World, right? He’s my hero..."

Each sentence was like a knife, sharper even than the knife Uchiha Setsuna used to pierce Uchiha Rin’s chest, repeatedly stabbing the already broken heart of Uchiha Obito!

He couldn’t even vocalize the pain as tsunami-like regret swallowed Uchiha Obito, repeatedly washing over him.

Once there was a girl who trusted him so much, loved him so deeply, but he failed to cherish it...

And she died right in front of him!

Uchiha Obito’s heart was still there, but it was already empty.

Zetsu, although heartless, watching Uchiha Obito in such pain and struggle, it was as if a heart grew within him, beating strongly.

As Uchiha Obito struggled in the words left by Aomi.

[From confrontation target Uchiha Obito: You have received Dojutsu·Kamui (left)!]

Aomi’s left eye slowly began to spin.

Zetsu, very close to Aomi, raised his head warily to look at Aomi, but he saw this man smiling at him, with a left eye exactly like Obito’s...

Left, right, they were identical!

"...Bind the target, draw on the power from the stirrings of the mind, and finally plunder the soul..." Zetsu’s mind quickly recalled Aomi’s description of the Dojutsu.

Clearly, Aomi had quietly and soundlessly absorbed Obito’s Dojutsu...

So the next step, isn’t it to plunder his soul?

What Aomi spoke of was the ultimate confrontation...

But of course Zetsu doesn’t know, he only knows his brother will show no rcy, even Kaguya will be calculated into the targets, how could he spare a re Uchiha Obito?

No way, he must protect Obito!

He must protect the ignorant Uchiha Obito from Aomi’s hands, this is the hope of the entire Ninja World, the hope of reviving Kaguya’s mother!!

Zetsu roared in his heart, shouting like a main character calling for bonds or friendship, he was about to engage in the final duel with Aomi, his inner actions mirrored those of a protagonist on the verge of a breakthrough, already starting to burn himself...

But when Aomi’s gaze t his, the fla in Zetsu’s heart was instantly extinguished, and he lowered his head.

Unable to do it...

Zetsu was shocked to find that he seed truly afraid of Aomi.

And what made him even more fearful was the next scene—

Uchiha Obito slowly walked toward Uchiha Rin’s body, seeing the Flying Thunder God Mark newly imprinted by Aomi on his arm, his eyes narrowed, and his tone beca much more normal, whispering softly:

"Aomi...?"

Zetsu painfully closed his eyes, roaring in his heart: "You foolish child, run!"

"He is not a good person!!"

And on the mountain top.

Senju Tobirama, seeing Aomi whose head was already full of gray hair, felt anxious like Zetsu.

The speed of the physical changes in Aomi was too fast.

What to do, what exactly should be done?

At this mont, the Ninja World’s smartest ninja and the behind-the-scenes manipulator beca inexplicably coordinated across vast mountains and rivers...

Perhaps, would they have a chance to join forces?

But Aomi didn’t care about this at all, just stood there with a smile, watching the scene, admiring his masterpiece.