MM Racing Chapter 127: Black Zetsu's Conspiracy
Chapter 127: Black Zetsu's Conspiracy
With the departure of the Thousand Hands Clan Chief, you'll be utterly crippled.
What should I do about my immortal assessment?
How am I supposed to explain this to the Great Immortal when I get back?
Besides, I really can't bear to see you sink into depravity like this.
Suppressing all the thoughts in my heart
Black Zetsu suppressed all emotion, his expression suddenly becoming serious and solemn, and he said in a deep voice:
"He, you can't keep giving up on yourself like this."
"The external situation is extremely precarious. The Uchiha and Hagoromo clans are eyeing us covetously and could launch an attack at any moment."
And your clan's elders, instead of devising strategies to repel the enemy and defend against their aggression, have taken advantage of the leaderless situation to infight and fight amongst themselves for the position of clan leader! The Thousand Hands Clan is already on the verge of extinction!
Black Zetsu said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles turning white, and a flash of anger appeared in her eyes.
My father had only been gone for a few days, his body barely cold, yet the powerful elders of the clan, disregarding the external threats, were already vying for power.
Is this the Senju clan that he has believed in since childhood?
Is this the Thousand Hands of Love?
But that anger only burned for a moment before it was quickly extinguished.
"well...."
Senju Tsuru let out a long sigh, her taut fists relaxed, her shoulders slumped, and she returned to her numb and listless state.
"Fine, let's leave it at that."
"Let those old men worry about those power struggles; I'm too lazy to care, and I can't care anyway."
My abilities are truly inadequate. Without your assistance, Immortal, I am nothing and cannot accomplish anything.
Rather than carrying these tiring burdens, it's better to simply be an ordinary person and drift through life aimlessly within the clan.
"I'm so disappointed," Senju Tsuru said.
Black Zetsu looked at him, who was so easily defeated and completely resigned to his fate, and felt a sense of helplessness.
No wonder the great immortal specifically assigned him to come down from the mountain to assist this kid.
Next second
Black Jue's expression changed drastically, and his aura suddenly became fierce and sharp.
He strode up to Senju Tsuru, looked down at the dejected boy, and sternly rebuked him:
"Senju Tsuru, you listen to me!"
"You are no longer the patriarch's son who was protected under the patriarch's wing! Do you think those elders who are vying for power will still treat you as kindly as before?"
In their eyes, you're just a useless piece of trash now!
"Without the protection of the clan leader, if you continue to be so weak and incompetent, you will never have a peaceful life!"
They'll casually send you to do menial tasks, and even when war comes, they'll use you as a lowly ninja to be sent to the battlefield to die!
"Your only way out is to pull yourself together, become self-reliant, and personally ascend to the position of clan leader to protect yourself and this precarious Thousand Hands clan!"
Black Zetsu's rebuke left Senju Tsuru momentarily at a loss.
The echoes of Black Zetsu's stern rebuke lingered in the simple mourning hall, causing Thousand Hand Crane to freeze in place.
His once empty eyes were now filled with confusion and helplessness as he stared blankly up at the stern-faced Black Jue.
"Immortal...you are..."
Seeing the boy's bewildered expression, Black Zetsu slightly subsided his murderous aura.
"Have you forgotten what happened to your father? He died fighting for the Senju clan, and after his death, he was publicly burned alive by the Uchiha and Hagoromo clans, suffering untold humiliation!"
You are his only child, are you just going to hide in this mourning hall and spend the rest of your life as a coward who escapes reality?
"You despise the fighting among ninjas because you have always lived under your father's wing and have never truly shouldered any responsibility!"
"If you continue to sink into depravity, not only will you fail to avenge your father, but you will also fail to protect the clan your father fought for throughout his life. You will even become a sacrifice in the elders' power struggle, trampled on and discarded at will! Is this what you want?"
These words struck like a thunderbolt.
Upon hearing this, the Thousand-Handed Crane clenched his fists tightly.
Soon, Senju Tsuru's eyes hardened.
The guy surnamed Hei is right!
"Immortal! I understand!"
Senju Tsuru's voice was hoarse yet resolute, the hem of her mourning clothes sweeping across the cold ground, filled with determination.
"I'll go gather my clansmen right now to resist the invasion of the Uchiha and Hagoromo clans!"
Seeing that the Thousand-Handed Crane was about to turn around and rush out
Black Zetsu immediately raised his hand and firmly pressed down on his shoulder, stopping his hasty movements.
"Eh!"
Immediately, a sinister smile curled at the corner of Black Zetsu's lips, his voice low and meticulous: "What's the rush? Rash courage can't save the Thousand Hands, let alone accomplish anything great."
"The most urgent task is not to rush to the front line to repel the enemy."
You must secretly contact your father's old followers, gather all those loyal to the old clan chief, and quietly accumulate strength.
As for resisting the Uchiha and Hagoromo clans, let those old guys who are vying for power take the lead. Aren't they desperately trying to seize the position of clan leader?
This will allow them to deplete their strength to deal with external threats.
"Once they've fought to the bitter end and are unable to control their tribe, we'll seize power and firmly take over as chieftain!"
Black Zetsu said with a sinister look on his face.
Senju Tsuru was startled by his words, her brows furrowing tightly, her face showing unease and worry: "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to... seize power while they are in danger?"
Black Zetsu shook his head slightly, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious. He stared intently at Senju Tsuru, his tone leaving no room for argument: "I don't see anything wrong with this. Those elders are selfish and self-serving, disregarding the safety of the clan and only knowing how to fight among themselves. They are not worthy of leading the Senju clan."
"You are the only son of the former clan chief, and the clansmen naturally have a lot of trust and positive feelings towards you. This is an advantage you were born with."
"If you achieve a few more victories, with the full support of your father's former subordinates, and more importantly, with me by your side to empower you, your strength will far surpass that of all the ninjas in the clan."
"In this way, your rise to power will be the will of the people and will be as easy as turning your hand."
Hei Jue said with certainty.
Looking into Black Zetsu's resolute eyes, Senju Tsuru remained silent for a moment, until the last trace of hesitation in her heart completely disappeared.
He took a deep breath and nodded heavily to Black Zetsu.
"Then let's do as the immortal wishes. I'll go."
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On the other side, the Uzumaki clan.
A boy picked up the scroll from the Six Paths Altar with a look of surprise.
"Huh? When did this scroll appear?"
"Could it be that the Sage of Six Paths has manifested himself? Seeing that our Uzumaki clan is at a disadvantage, he has specially come to help us?"
The boy with the vortex looked puzzled as he opened the scroll.
The instant the reel opens!
The boy then discovered that this was actually a scroll containing sealing techniques!
"The Corpse Demon Seal... What is this?"
The boy sat on the ground and began to study it.
Manji watched indifferently from the side, but the boy couldn't see Manji at all.
"Thus, let Death develop for a few hundred years..."
Wanci had his hands behind his back when suddenly his brows furrowed tightly.
"Why are the tailed beasts attacking again...? Are they going to give me another warning?"