Chapter 11 What?! (Ch 11)

“What?!”
Black Jue’s sharp voice echoed in the underground space, carrying with it a shock and anger that almost tore the air apart, causing White Jue next to him to shudder.
Outer Path Demon Statue? How could it appear in the Sand Village?!
The container that carries all hope, the ultimate thing that only the Rinnegan can summon!
It was obvious that Nagato, the chess piece, was under his strict watch. He stayed obediently in the Hidden Rain Village and had never even taken a few steps out of the gate.
The Outer Path Demon Statue is even more deeply bound to the Rinnegan, and there is no way it can be summoned out unless Nagato comes in person.
Could it be that… besides Nagato, there is a second pair of Rinnegan in this world?
Or, has anyone mastered the method of bypassing the restrictions of the Rinnegan and touching the Outer Path Demon Statue?
No, absolutely not!
This will completely overturn his thousand-year plan!
The Resurrection of Mother…
Black Zetsu forced himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and his voice became cold and hoarse: “White Zetsu, you must tell me everything that happened in the Sand Village in detail! Don’t miss any details!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Bai Jue’s clone responded repeatedly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, and quickly repeated the information he had obtained in detail.
“…According to the Sand Village, a material merchant named Moze, who was said to be an undercover agent planted by Konoha for many years, suddenly launched an attack. He used a puppet about three meters tall, and its appearance… its appearance was very similar to that of the Outer Path Demon Statue. Yes, that’s what it looked like! Then the One-Tailed Shukaku appeared, and besieged the puppet together with the Sand Village ninjas, and finally seemed to have sealed the puppet. Oh, by the way, the Third Kazekage is also missing, and it is very likely that he was abducted by Moze.”
“Three-meter-tall… puppet?” Black Zetsu was stunned for a moment, and his tense consciousness relaxed a little, “Outer Path Golem… puppet?”
He chewed over these words over and over again. The anger and panic that were almost boiling quickly cooled down as if a basin of cold water was poured on him, but what followed was even deeper doubt and vigilance.
Fortunately, it was just a knockoff, a poor imitation.
Nagato was fine, the Samsara Eye was still under control, and the backbone of the plan had not been fatally threatened. After so many years of forbearance and planning, the foundation was still solid.
But this does not mean that you can sit back and relax.
New questions entangled in my mind like vines, and could not be shaken off.
Konoha undercover?
Is this identity real or fake?
How much can we trust the judgment of those idiots in the Sand Village?
The attack on the Sand Village… the disappearance of the Third Kazekage… a mysterious businessman named Moser… a puppet in the shape of an Outer Path Demon Statue… these seemingly unrelated fragments scattered on the chessboard faintly outline a vague outline, pointing to a possibility lurking beneath the surface that makes him feel uneasy.
Coincidence? There aren’t so many coincidences in the ninja world!
Especially when it comes to existence of the level of the Outer Golem!
From which crack in the rock did this Moze jump out?
How could he know the form of the Outer Path Golem?
Also created a puppet with some of the abilities of the Outer Path Golem?
What kind of intelligence and technology does this require?
Did he create this thing just to create chaos in the Sand Village and kidnap a Kage?
Or is there a deeper conspiracy behind this?
“This Moze…” Black Zetsu’s voice lowered, with a barely perceptible anxiety, “His origins must be investigated! How did he know about the Outer Path Golem? How much does he know about ‘us’? Is there someone else standing behind him?”
Imitating the Outer Path Golem to create a puppet is itself a temptation and a provocation!
“White Zetsu!” Black Zetsu’s tone suddenly became stern, “Use all resources, spare no expense, and find the whereabouts of that Mo Ze! Even if he’s alive, you must find him. Even if he’s dead… you must dig out his secrets!”
Any variables that may threaten the “Moon Eye” plan, any existence that may peek into his thousand-year-old secret, must be completely crushed the moment it shows any signs!
Never let it take root!
“What?!”
A faint, old voice, as if it would die at any moment, rang out in the dark underground space, with an expression of incredible shock and a hint of anger at being disturbed.
The life support device emitted a slight but continuous hum, and the green indicator light flickered, reflecting the countless tubes connected to the withered body. The body was so thin that only skin and bones were left, and the skin was like dried bark, tightly attached to the bones.
Uchiha Madara struggled to open his eyelids, and his eyeballs, which were so cloudy that he could hardly see anything, turned with difficulty to the Black Zetsu clone beside him.
His dry lips moved a few times before a hoarse voice came out, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of rotten wood.
Just now, the information passed on by Black Zetsu, like a huge rock thrown into a stagnant pond, caused the last waves in his dying consciousness.
Outer Path Demon Statue… Even though Black Zetsu emphasized that it was just a replica, a crude puppet, the power contained in these four words was enough to wake this dying old man, whose half body was almost buried in the ground, from his slumber.
“Cough cough…” A violent cough interrupted his thoughts. His chest rose and fell like a broken bellows, pulling on the tubes on his body and making a slight friction sound.
It took him a long time to gather his strength again.
“That Mo Ze…who is he? Have you found out?” The voice was still weak, but the inquiry in it could not be ignored.
Black Zetsu’s dark, formless body swayed slightly, and he began to report in a steady tone, “Mo Ze, registered as a resident of Sand Village, fifteen years old.
His parents were killed by Konoha ninjas during the Second Ninja World War. It is said that he became a loner and did not interact with others since childhood.
He seems to have been working hard since he was nine years old. He has an excellent theoretical record in the Ninja School, but his actual ninja ability is poorly assessed. The amount of chakra in his body seems to be below average, and he is not particularly good at ninjutsu.
Records show that he loves puppetry, and after graduation he did not become a combat ninja, but instead applied to become a logistics staff. His main business is processing and selling puppet materials, and he opened a material store in the commercial district of Sand Village.
Black Zetsu paused and added, “This person seems to be extremely low-key. If he hadn’t caused such a big commotion this time, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to find anything special even if we searched through the archives of the Sand Village.”
“Is that all?” After hearing this, Uchiha Madara’s already sunken eye sockets looked even darker, and his brows were furrowed as if he could pinch a mosquito to death.
This resume… is as ordinary as a stone on the roadside, or even mediocre.
A mediocre orphan with poor ninja talent created a replica of the Outer Path Demon Statue’s original abilities and kidnapped the Third Kazekage from the Sand Village?
This sounds like a bad joke.
“This is all the information that can be quickly found on the surface.” Black Zetsu responded, “I have assigned more White Zetsu to infiltrate the Sand Village to conduct an in-depth investigation into his past experiences, interpersonal relationships, and all possible anomalies. It will take some time.”
Black Zetsu continued, “In addition, based on the traces left at the scene and White Zetsu’s initial tracking, it seems that Moze’s ability to hide his whereabouts and escape… is indeed not very good, roughly equivalent to the level of an inexperienced Genin. I have asked the White Zetsu in charge of tracking to follow him closely and ‘clean up’ all the traces he left along the way. Now, except for us, no one else will be able to find his exact location in a short time.”