A lush fruit forest somewhere in the Land of Fire.
"You should eat more fruits so that you can defecate enough!" Ah Fei shouted, grabbing a handful of fruits and stuffing them into his mouth with great enthusiasm.
"Yes, Master Ah Fei!" the White Zetsu responded in unison, their voices filled with blind obedience.
Without delay, the White Zetsu climbed up the fruit trees, plucking fruits—ripe or not—and shoving them into their mouths without hesitation.
Even though most of the fruits were still unripe, none of them seemed to care. After all, the goal was simple.
As one of the White Zetsu muttered, "As long as we can poop something big, it's worth it."
"That's it! Eat more!" Ah Fei yelled with excitement, watching the scene with deep satisfaction. He was moved by their loyalty and obedience.
Suddenly, Ah Fei clutched his stomach with a pained expression. Something inside him stirred, a sensation that grew rapidly stronger.
Then, his eyes lit up. "Haha! The urge has finally come! This time, I will create the most perfect piece of poop ever!"
But just as the moment was about to arrive, the noise around him grew louder. The rustling of leaves, the chattering of the White Zetsu, and the buzzing insects were all too distracting.
Ah Fei frowned. Such an important task required absolute focus. He needed peace and silence.
Clutching his stomach tightly, he dashed into the nearby bushes. "Perfect poop, here I come!" he whispered to himself, filled with anticipation.
He squatted on the ground, face tense in deep concentration, as if he were meditating for enlightenment.
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Underground.
"This should be it..." Black Zetsu muttered as he slithered through the dark underground passage.
Not far away was a fruit forest. If his memory served him correctly, this was the place Peter had mentioned.
Carefully and silently, Black Zetsu moved toward the surface. He had no intention of alerting anyone, especially not Ah Fei or the White Zetsu.
He poked his head cautiously out of the ground, surveying his surroundings.
But as soon as his head emerged, he was met with a strange white object... right in his face.
"Huh?" Black Zetsu blinked, confused. "What is this?"
He squinted and examined the white object closely.
"Wait... why does this look like… a butt?" he muttered.
A second later, his eyes widened in realization. "No way... this is really a butt!"
Indeed, someone was squatting right above him—facing away from him.
Before he could retreat or even scream, a horrifying sound echoed above.
Crackling!
A wave of white excrement rained down directly on Black Zetsu's face.
He was frozen.
"Huhhh... That felt amazing!" Ah Fei exhaled in relief, stretching and grinning.
Just then, he turned around to admire his "masterpiece," only to be struck by a terrifying sight.
A black head was sticking out of the ground... right in the middle of his poop!
His smile vanished instantly. His pale face turned ghostly white.
"What the hell?!" Ah Fei screamed, covering his mouth in horror. "I... I pooped out a head?!"
Hearing Ah Fei's horrified scream, the nearby White Zetsu rushed over curiously.
They gathered around the bizarre scene, staring at the poop-covered head.
"Master Ah Fei, you're incredible!" one of the White Zetsu gasped in admiration.
"Yeah! How did you manage to poop out black-and-white feces?" another asked, genuinely puzzled.
Then a White Zetsu frowned and said, "Doesn't it look... a lot like Lord Black Zetsu?"
Everyone froze for a moment.
Slowly, the White Zetsu leaned closer, studying the mess on the ground as if it were a divine artifact.
One of them held up its hands and measured the shape. "Exactly the same size as Lord Black Zetsu's head!"
Another poked the poop curiously. "It's... it's bouncy."
Their playful expressions gradually turned to ones of horror.
"Oh no," one whispered. "That's not poop… That's Lord Black Zetsu!"
Just as the realization hit, Black Zetsu let out a chilling shriek from beneath the mess.
"Ahhh! Ah Fei! I'm going to kill you!" he roared, fury vibrating in every syllable.
The air turned cold.
But instead of attacking, Black Zetsu dove into a nearby river in a desperate attempt to cleanse himself.
"Ahhhh! It really is Lord Black Zetsu!" Ah Fei screamed in terror and took off running without a second thought.
He knew if he stayed, he would meet a brutal end.
The White Zetsu stood frozen in panic.
"What should we do? Lord Black Zetsu is after us!"
Ah Fei, already two miles away, turned back and shouted, "Oi! You idiots! What are you waiting for? Run!"
"Right! Run! Run!" they cried and scrambled to escape.
But before they could take a step, a cold, bone-chilling voice stopped them in their tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?"
It was Black Zetsu. His voice was low and terrifying.
Every White Zetsu froze, drenched in cold sweat.
"It's over... we're dead!" one whispered, his legs trembling.
They turned around slowly, only to find Black Zetsu standing there with a murderous expression.
"Lord Black Zetsu, we were just passing by…" one of them stammered.
Black Zetsu ignored him.
His dark eyes locked onto Ah Fei, who was trying to hide among the group.
The White Zetsu quietly stepped aside, exposing Ah Fei to Black Zetsu's full view.
With nowhere left to hide, Ah Fei laughed nervously. "Ahaha... Lord Black Zetsu! Long time no see! Have you... uh... made any good money lately?"
Black Zetsu didn't respond. He just stared.
Sweat poured down Ah Fei's face.
Does he know about the embezzled public funds?
No, impossible. I was careful! No one should know...
But judging by that look...
Should I confess? No, no way. If I do, he'll kill me!
With shaking legs, he put on an innocent face. "Master Black Zetsu, is something wrong?"
Still no answer. Only an even colder glare.
Ah Fei panicked. He was sure now—Black Zetsu knew.
He's going to punish me… right here!
Suddenly, the White Zetsu around him dropped to their knees, shouting in unison:
"Master Black Zetsu, please make the decision for us!"