I had arrived in Water Country. The tales were true. Black Zetsu had begun civil war here in earnest. Turning the people against each other once again, he had opened a cycle of hatred the people of the Water once thought was closed. He had cut a wound that should have healed. He had done something that should of never been done. Many lay littered across the ground. Zetsu, humans, animals. This war had taken its toll. How could one be so cruel? The will of that accursed princess was truly evil. But I had to ask. I had to dare. This was no longer about a single shinobi, nor nation.