Eight more hours passed. There were approximately forty hours left until the army of "New Humans" was estimated to reach Konoha.
The sky was inexplicably stained a somber gray, and a torrential downpour began to cascade down. Black Zetsu watched the rain in the sky, unmoving; the gloomy heavens seemed a mirror of his own heart, filled with uncertainty about an unknown future. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he had been restless for a while now, plagued by a persistent, ominous premonition.
After a long time, he let out a heavy sigh. It was time to see the King. As long as this King remained, his Holy Grail would not fall into the hands of another.
Chapter 130