Chapter 351

On the other side.

Ten no Mihara, ice and snow realm.

The Edo Tensei Uchiha Jin watched Uchiha Jin depart, then turned directly to the grim-faced Black Zetsu.

“Black Zetsu, explain.”

“What did that young Uchiha Jin mean by those words before he left?”

His gaze was icy.

Though Uchiha Jin was arrogant and conceited, he was by no means a fool—the Demon of the Ninja World.

Those weaker than him? They lacked the capacity; he didn’t even bother listening.

But words from an equal? He was willing to think them through.

Especially—Uchiha Jin!

If he could suppress me so easily, such a person would never deign to lie.

Therefore.

From this alone, Black Zetsu must be hiding something.

I have to admit...

Though Uchiha Jin’s thinking was bizarre, he’d somehow stumbled upon the correct conclusion.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Black Zetsu hung his head, completely ignoring Uchiha Jin.

Yes!

Ignoring him!

In the outside world, Black Zetsu would have panicked and frantically tried to fix things.

But now? Different.

Though he was the third son, barely created by Kaguya before her sealing, and knew nothing of her legacy—Ten no Mihara or otherwise—his eyes as Kaguya’s son were sharp.

This ice and snow realm? Not the ninja world.

Unless Uchiha Jin permits it, I may never return to the ninja world—how then can I revive Mother?

He had no solution.

If I can’t revive Kaguya, why bother with Uchiha Jin?

So.

In response to Uchiha Jin’s question, Black Zetsu chose outright silence, then knelt on the ground and wailed.

“Mother, what should I do?”

“I’m no longer in the ninja world—how can I revive Itachi?”

“Damn Uchiha Jin! Damn Hagoromo and Hamura!”

“Ah!”

“How could an heir of Indra become such a freak?”

“I’ve hidden in the ninja world for over a thousand years, finally forged the Rinnegan, and only one Tailed Beast remains—Nine-Tails…”

“Just one step away—I was so close to success!”

“What now?”

“What on earth am I supposed to do?!”

At this moment, Black Zetsu knelt, weeping bitterly.

Though he was one of the ninja world’s hidden villains, and owed everyone in the world a debt, he only ever wanted to save his mother.

What fault did he have?

Why had heaven treated him so cruelly?

Uchiha Jin: “...”

Watching Black Zetsu sob as if his heart were breaking, though he had not answered Uchiha Jin’s question, Uchiha Jin now understood clearly.

Yes!

Black Zetsu said nothing—but said everything.

Uchiha Jin was right: I was the fool, tricked by Black Zetsu.

Thinking of this, his face darkened further.

Resentment, rage, fury…

His eyes grew complex, then hardened into boundless killing intent.

After all, he truly believed Infinite Tsukuyomi was the cure, the only path to peace—and for it, he’d shattered his bond with his closest friend Hashirama, even biting off a chunk of flesh from Hashirama’s body in the Valley of the End.

Afterwards,

He hid like a dog, spending decades to fully nurture the Rinnegan.

In his old, frail years, he laid two long-term plans—Nagato and Obito—waiting for this moment: after being revived by Edo Tensei, reclaim his Rinnegan and cast Infinite Tsukuyomi.

His sole goal?

To prove to Hashirama Senju that his plan for peace was right.

But now?

With Black Zetsu’s words, he was revealed as the fool—how could the proud Uchiha Jin accept this?

“Black Zetsu, Itachi seek death!”

Uchiha Jin, enraged beyond reason, laughed bitterly and punched Black Zetsu.

Almost instantly,

Black Zetsu’s chest was pierced—yet no blood flowed, only black liquid oozing out.

When Uchiha Jin withdrew his fist, the black fluid gathered and repaired the missing chest.

“Jin, it’s useless!”

Black Zetsu’s eyes were dull, like a walking corpse: “I am not human—I am a Yin-Yang Release creation of Mother.”

“Though Itachi’ve awakened the Rinnegan and mastered some Yin-Yang Release, your technique is crude—Itachi lack the power to truly kill me.”

“Only a supreme Yin-Yang Release technique, like the Ketsuryūhan Uchiha Jin just used, can kill me.”

“My mother? Kaguya.”

“She is the true Goddess of the Moon. The so-called Sage of Six Paths—Otsutsuki Hagoromo—is merely her child.”

“Your Uchiha clan? Descendants of Indra, Hagoromo’s son.”

“Why do Itachi think Itachi have the right to kill me?”

Black Zetsu’s tone dripped with contempt—he treated Jin as nothing.

In truth, it was natural.

If Itachi counted by lineage, Black Zetsu was Hagoromo’s own brother; Jin was a descendant of Indra—Hagoromo’s child.

Jin should call Black Zetsu Great-Great-Great… Great-Grandfather!

Black Zetsu once humored Uchiha Jin because he needed him to execute the Moon Eye Plan. But now both were sealed by Uchiha Jin, and Uchiha Jin clearly knew the truth of the Infinite Tsukuyomi—the plan to rescue Mother was utterly ruined.

Why bother humoring Jin anymore?

“Damn Itachi, Black Zetsu!”

“I will not let Itachi live—I will destroy Itachi, Itachi bastard!”

“Try this!”

Uchiha Jin lost control.

He could not accept being a pawn of Black Zetsu. His body bristled with killing intent as he unleashed every technique he possessed.

But useless!

Black Zetsu merely stared at Uchiha Jin with empty, indifferent eyes—not even bothering to retaliate or dodge.

No matter how Uchiha Jin attacked—even reducing Black Zetsu to a pile of sludge—he reformed instantly.

Five minutes later,

Though Uchiha Jin’s face was furious, he finally stopped.

No choice.

Against an opponent Itachi cannot kill, every strike is wasted time. Even in frustration, Uchiha Jin refused to waste effort on such a futile act.

Shh!

In an instant, a new figure appeared in the ice and snow realm.

“Hashirama!”

“Jin!”

Uchiha Jin’s eyes brightened instantly—he looked delighted.

Even though Hashirama had stabbed him in the back during the Valley of the End, effectively killing him once, Uchiha Jin had never held a grudge against Hashirama Senju.

They merely disagreed on ideals—but their personal bond was strong.

On the other side,

Hashirama Senju felt the same: though he’d killed Jin once, he still regarded him as a friend.

Since their parting after the founding of Konoha, these two brothers had finally met again.