Naruto: Black Zetsu, Stop Acting. I've Already Read Your Script

After the Battle of the Valley of the End, everyone believed Madara Uchiha was dead.

Only Black Zetsu knew that its script had just begun.

What it didn’t know was that Madara had already flipped the entire script to the ending as soon as he awoke.

Hashirama was still talking about love and peace, the Five Kage were still fighting over territory, the shinobi world was still trapped in its cycle of hatred, and the Otsutsuki were still waiting beyond the heavens to reap their harvest.

Madara smiled.

Peace? That’s a fairy tale the weak tell the strong.

This time, he wouldn’t be anyone’s pawn. He wouldn’t wait until he was old and dying to make his move, and he certainly wouldn’t give anyone a chance to talk him down.

Hashirama Cells, Uzumaki sealing techniques, Tailed Beasts, the Rinnegan, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, the Tenseigan, Karma, God Tree Fruit…

If it could be seized, he’d seize it. If it could be taken, he’d take it. If it could be killed, he’d kill it. If it could be used, he’d use it.

Black Zetsu wanted to perform? First, he’d lock it in a furnace and let it perform in there.

The shinobi villages refused to submit? Susanoo would descend, and they’d quiet down.

The Otsutsuki arrived? Perfect. Time to plunder their homes.

While the shinobi world still thought its nightmare had begun, Madara had already taken the throne and turned his gaze to the stars.

“Peace is nothing but an order imposed by the strong.”

“And I am the shinobi world’s final script.”