Chapter 305
Black Zetsu's Choice
Chapter 305 Black Zetsu's Choice
Over time, the wood in the brazier burned down to just dark red embers.
Occasionally, a small cluster of sparks would burst open, tracing a brief arc between the two before falling and extinguishing.
"You demand an explanation," Obito finally spoke. "Fine, I'll give you an explanation."
He picked up the virtual reality helmet from the stone platform and gently stroked its silvery-white shell with his fingers.
Then he raised the helmet to the firelight, looking at the sapphire on his forehead, which gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the flames.
"What does Izumi Taketori rely on most right now?" Obito asked.
Black Zetsu's yellow eyes followed his movement: "Virtual helmet, anonymous platform, and the entire system that supports this."
"Yes." Obito put down his helmet. "The bombs he uses to intimidate the Five Great Nations require natural energy and chakra."
"He obtains natural energy from the forbidden techniques of the Onigumo clan, and his chakra is drawn from the entire ninja world through a virtual helmet."
"And the key is the mark inside this helmet that can absorb chakra."
"His entire system requires this mark to support it."
He turned to face Black Zetsu, his three-tomoe Sharingan slowly turning in the dim light.
"This is his lifeline; everything else is built upon it."
"Once the virtual reality headset is disabled, or its entire system is compromised."
"Then all his plans and strategies based on this will begin to collapse."
Black Zetsu didn't respond; he knew Obito was telling the truth.
But it is also known that doing so is almost impossible.
Virtual reality headsets have penetrated every corner of the ninja world, and even the high-ranking officials of the five great villages are using them.
Disabling it is only a theoretical option.
It is extremely difficult to achieve.
"Do you think you can disrupt this system?" Black Zetsu asked.
"I don't know," Obito admitted frankly, "but it's worth a try."
"Once we find its lifeline, we can destroy or seize it."
"Then the tide will turn and become our advantage."
"I can choose to trust you again," Black Zetsu said. "After all, you are his choice."
Black Zetsu naturally didn't want to give up, since Obito was easier to control.
Unfortunately, only soft applause could be heard underground.
"A good plan, a good idea."
"You have indeed found my Achilles' heel, and you have also found the key problem."
At this moment, both Obito and Black Zetsu's expressions changed drastically.
Both of them recognized the voice very clearly.
It was precisely the subject of their discussion—the Izumi River of the Taketori!
The Izumi River of Taketori, which had arrived quietly, slowly stepped out of the darkness.
Obito's plan was perfect, and the problem he found was also crucial.
Unfortunately, even if he hadn't come today, their plan would not have succeeded.
Because he had already obtained the Tenseigan, even if the other party found Mumei and destroyed her Eight Thousand Spears Eye Technique.
It also cannot fundamentally undermine his plan.
Because of the Tenseigan, one has the power to absorb chakra.
As for the Tsukuyomi space, those cloned Mangekyou Sharingan are fully capable of supporting it.
Perhaps in terms of control and creating illusions, he is not as relaxed as Wuming.
But now, Izumi is completely independent of Wuming and can independently support the existence of this system.
"Taketori Izumi River!"
How did you manage to find this place?
Obito's voice echoed in the underground space, carrying suppressed anger and fear.
His Sharingan was fixed on the white-haired figure emerging from the darkness.
He lowered his center of gravity slightly and reached his right hand discreetly into his sleeve.
Izumikawa's figure emerged completely from the shadows, the remaining dark red light from the brazier illuminating his face in a clear contrast of light and shadow.
The heterochromatic eyes, one red and one blue, stood out conspicuously in the dim light.
With that unchanging smile on his lips, he was as composed as if he were attending a pre-arranged tea party.
"You already know the answer to this question yourself."
Izumi stopped about 10 steps away from the stone platform, his gaze passing over Obito's shoulder and landing on the virtual reality helmet next to the platform.
"You're just unwilling to admit it."
Obito was still staring intently at the spot where the Byakugan had once been, wondering what kind of eye it was.
Why did he change his eye roll?
After Izumi said those words, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
It's that helmet!
"I never expected it to be that thing." Obito's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, and it even sounded a little self-deprecating.
"You've included a backup plan in the helmet; as long as I wear it, you can locate me no matter where I am."
"Yes," Izumikawa admitted.
"If you don't use the virtual reality headset and don't use the Sharingan's power during the Ninja Tournament, I really won't be able to find this place."
"At least not that soon."
As he spoke, Izumi's gaze swept past Obito and landed on the other side of the stone platform.
Black Zetsu's pitcher plant leaves tightened slightly, and the gazes of Yellow Eye and Izumi Kawa collided silently in the air.
Izumi's meaning is clear, whether it's towards Obito or Black Zetsu.
"But what really confirmed my location was something else."
Izumi looked at Obito again: "You used the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan during the Ninja Tournament."
"That fluctuation of pupil power was far too obvious, like a lighthouse being lit in the darkness."
"This allowed us to detect the anomaly immediately, and combined with the chakra mark in the helmet for reverse location, your location was no longer a secret from that moment on."
Obito remained silent for a moment, his Sharingan slightly shifting as his eye power condensed in his sockets.
He still has a trump card, which is his Divine Power Intangibility.
This is also the source of his confidence to talk nonsense with Izumi River here.
He needed intelligence; he needed to better understand the power that Izumikawa held.
"You guys?" Obito muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the helmet, which he then picked up.
"As expected, this power is not your own, but comes from someone else."
"That's a very good assessment, that's certainly true." Izumi agreed with him.
"Unfortunately, you didn't have much of a chance to do it."
"That's not necessarily true." Obito's one eye looked at him. "Next time—next time I will definitely find your lifeline."
"Black Zetsu, make your move!"
"It's definitely time to take action."
As Izumi's voice faded, Black Zetsu transformed into a lump of black mud, directly covering Obito's body.
The black mud quickly covered Obito's entire body and took control of him.
A distinctive, husky voice rang out: "Sorry, Obito."
"He is no longer someone you can contend with."
Black Zetsu could sense that the power emanating from Izumi was completely different from before.
The power emanating from that eye filled him with fear.
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