Black Zetsu Naruto Novels & Stories

This is interesting. "Awoo! Awoo!" The sound of zombies howling traveled into the ears of Lucas and Scarlet. Subsequently, hundreds of zombies appeared before them. Swoosh! Following the appearance of a white aura attack, the hundreds of zombies dropped to the ground. Lucas opened up Fusion Grid in his mind and fused all the zombies. "Well, well, what a powerful human!" Suddenly, a cold voice was heard. Lucas looked in the direction of that voice and noticed a Rank 7 Dark Race standing on a tree.

Zhu Wushang then slides his back on his backrest and slants sideward with one hand lazily supporting his chin. Zhu Wushang gave out an ultimatum with a cold smile while Blacky starts to transform. Many tentacles appear with a dog-like mouth that is made of bone at the end of each tentacle. Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black.

Naturally, civilian #3207 would never pass up the chance to become someone capable of improving lives! In-person, Zen Taro looked no older than fifteen and was on the shorter side. He was scrawny, had fluffy chestnut brown hair and didn’t look like a young master of a mafia family. His warm brown eyes didn’t reflect any darkness, and he was untouched like a flower in winter by the darkness of this world. One look at Zen Taro and civilian #3207 could already tell that he had a kind personality even if he was slightly more timid than civilian #3207 was. “You must be Zen?”

I mentioned, then, I thumbed up at him. “I was just reserving this trump card of mine, but now, there’s no holding back anymore. It’s now the perfect time to test the might of this Zodiac Union,” he uttered. I nodded at him. Then, I guess this is also a rampage for us. There is no stopping me now. I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon.

Such souls had no place in my dark utopia. Meanwhile, Zeve’s soul print was an interesting mix of light, darkness, and grey. She had it all in herself. Zahir’s soul print was pitch black, the darkest shade of black, with no hope, happiness, or emotions. His soul was no less than a black hole. It could eat up all the light in this world and still be starving. Yet he pretended to be on the brighter side. Well, what else could we expect from a person who was born with forbidden knowledge?

''If I see one more wooden sword or pail of water, I am going to scream'' Zutara growled squeezing the water out of her hair. "Oh stop whining like a baby'' Riz drawled unimpressed and earned herself a fiery glare. "I am battered, bruised, contused and aching'' Zutara raged stomping around the yard.