Chapter 97 Black and White

"His name is Madara?" Obito asked. For some reason, he always felt that the name sounded familiar.

"Yes." White Zetsu replied.

"What about you? What are your names?" Obito asked.

"We?" The spiky White Zetsu seemed confused by this question, and a hint of doubt flashed in its red eyes.

"Yes, what are your names?" Obito repeated. "Aren't you sent to take care of me? I have to know your names, right?"

"We are White Zetsu." The spiral White Zetsu replied, his tone full of confusion.

Obito frowned, becoming even more confused.

"Are you kidding me? White Zetsu is just the name of your race, not your name. Just like my name is Obito, you can't just call me human, right?"

The two White Zetsu still seemed not to understand what he was saying, but they turned their heads and looked at each other, as if communicating in some way. After a moment, their bodies relaxed and were no longer as stiff as before.

"Well, it seems we really don't have a name," admitted the spiked White Zetsu.

Obito really wanted to sit up and take a closer look at these two strange creatures, but if he moved even a little, the wounds on his body would be affected, causing severe pain, so he had to give up this idea and waved at them, signaling them to come closer.

"Okay, come here. I can't keep calling you White Zetsu No. 1 and White Zetsu No. 2."

The spiked White Zetsu walked over confusedly, followed closely by the spiral White Zetsu.

Obito looked carefully at the White Zetsu with spikes on it, wondering what name to give it.

He reached out his good hand and flicked White Zetsu's head gently, just like he had done before when he and Kakashi had an argument.

"Let's call you Xiaobai." He said, because he noticed that the back of this White Zetsu was covered with a layer of pearly white scales, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

"Xiaobai?" Bai Jue tilted his head and repeated it in confusion.

"I will call you Xiaobai from now on." Obito said affirmatively. He stretched out his finger and wrote the word "Bai" on the skin of White Zetsu. "This word represents whiteness and purity." He wrote another word - "Zetu". "This word represents firmness and protection. What do you think of these two words? I think they both suit you very well."

That strange light flashed in Xiaobai's eyes again, and Obito felt a powerful force surging in his body.

Xiaobai seemed to have not reacted to what was happening. It blinked blankly, its eyelashes trembling slightly, as if it had just woken up from a dream.

Its pupil suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, then quickly expanded, almost occupying the entire eyeball. After a while, its eyes returned to normal. It looked at Obito with an incredible look, as if it had seen something incredible.

"You may regret it if you do this." Xiaobai said softly.

Obito snorted, pulled the corners of his mouth, and revealed an ugly smile. He also knew that doing this would probably bring him trouble.

White Zetsu was supposed to be mindless tools, but he tried to give them names and emotions. This might destroy Madara's plan, but he didn't care. He couldn't watch these two creatures with a similar fate as himself continue to be used as tools.

"I don't care." Obito said firmly. "If you're afraid that old man will know, then don't tell anyone."

Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about this question before. Then, he was pushed aside by his companions. The spiral-shaped White Zetsu stretched out a twisted finger, pointed at himself, and said anxiously:

"What about my name? What's my name?"

Obito was taken aback by its enthusiasm, but soon, he couldn't help laughing.

"How about I call you Gulu Gulu?" he said, gently stroking the spiral lines on its face.

As the strange light reappeared, Obito could clearly feel the fluctuations of its consciousness.

"It's too long." Gulu Gulu complained, and as he spoke, he glared fiercely in Xiaobai's direction.

Obito coughed lightly, and the wound on his chest made him gasp in pain.

"Then I'll call you A Fei, which means flying. What do you think?"

Gulu's body trembled slightly, as if it was suddenly frozen, but soon it became more active than before.

"I love that name!" it declared loudly.

Obito tried hard to force a smile, and this time, he finally succeeded.

"As long as you like it. Okay, now, can you give me a hand? I want to try and see if I can stand up."

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He said calmly, "I wrote your story on the back of the book of fate, right next to the railway track. I already knew your fate."

I replied: "Listen carefully, I am a robin with a brand new destiny, you underestimate me."

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Obito's road to recovery was long and difficult, which was not surprising, considering he almost died that night - in fact, according to White Zetsu, he did die for a few minutes. But as Obito gradually recovered, he found that the world seemed different.

Madara used cultured cells and ancient chakra to piece together his broken body, and from then on, a strange energy began to surge in his body, an energy that was both perception and strength.

He could now sense not only chakra, but also the presence of life, whether it was the faint vibrations of the rats moving underground in the valley or the powerful energy lingering in the bones of the giant creature above his head.

It was this strange feeling that made him doubt Black Zetsu. Although he was still weak, he could feel that Black Zetsu was not simple.

That is a more ancient existence.

And that wasn't the only thing he sensed.

"Hey, Gulu Gulu."

"That's not my name, kid." Ah Fei reminded in a relaxed tone.

White Zetsu went out to meet up with his other companions, who had just returned from the Hidden Mist Village.

White Zetsu would occasionally tell him about things outside, provided that Madara and Black Zetsu were not present. The old man usually stayed close to the golem, but when he and Black Zetsu joined forces, he could gain enough energy to stay outside for a few days, provided that Black Zetsu absorbed enough chakra from the golem beforehand.

If it takes too long, the strange chakra in the golem will disappear and he will die.

Obito tried not to think about Madara's departure, but he couldn't help but worry. Although Madara trusted Black Zetsu, he just couldn't like that guy.

"Was there something wrong with my heart when the old man was treating me?" he asked his friend.

While checking Obito's daily health data, A Fei answered nonchalantly:

"Your heart? No, your injury only reaches your sternum. Your right lung is more seriously damaged, but your heart is far from the injured area. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I feel like there's something extra there. It's very faint, but I... I don't know what it means."

Ah Fei put down what he was holding and walked to the bed.

Obito's Sharingan flashed a strange light in the darkness. Even people with intact eyes rarely saw such a strange sight. Its pupils seemed to contain endless mysteries and exuded the breath of death.

"Let me take a look." Ah Fei said, turning on the semi-permanent medical device beside the bed.

Obito lay back obediently. He had become accustomed to Afei's excessive nervousness - although Afei would never admit it, he was sometimes even more talkative than White Zetsu.

However, Ah Fei was better than Madara - if Madara knew he had a cough or a fever, he would definitely keep him in bed for at least a week.

Obito was tired of lying in bed. Although the old man seemed stern on the surface, he was actually very caring.

...Of course, he didn't dare say this in front of Madara.