In the same gloomy corner, Black Zetsu stared at his own arm in disbelief, as excited as a thousands-year-old child.
"Mother! Mother, I’ve been chosen! Mother, I can finally save you!"
The thought of his mother filled him with a surge of bitterness. All he wanted was to rescue his mother from the fires of suffering—what was wrong with that? Why did everyone have to oppose him? That Uchiha Madara! He had expected that after reading the words on the stone tablet, Madara would defect without hesitation. Who could have imagined that the mere rumor of a Holy Grail—something that didn't even exist yet—would bewitch him so completely, washing all his plans down the drain?
Chapter 115