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The atmosphere in the room is tense as the Brown Zetsu steps forward again, his presence commanding attention. "To assist in your upcoming battle, we will send 10 White Zetsu, each with the strength of a Kage," he announces in his usual flat tone.

Kakashi, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face, responds dryly, "That's a drop in the bucket. You've got over a million White Zetsu, all of them at Kage level. Why only ten?"

The Brown Zetsu gives a subtle twitch but remains composed. "This is all that will be sent for now. You may call on them if necessary."

Hashirama, ever the optimist despite the circumstances, sighs in resignation. "We'll take all the help we can get. Every bit counts in the battle ahead." He turns to the others. "The more we have on our side, the better our chances."

The Brown Zetsu nods and then adds, "I won't speak for the next ten minutes. Black Zetsu is busy training the rest of the Zetsu in ninjutsu and combat skills. As you can imagine, it's quite the spectacle. They're… struggling." He lets out a soft, almost sinister chuckle, clearly enjoying the thought of his fellow Zetsu in discomfort.

The room falls silent, but everyone can feel the unsettling aura that the Brown Zetsu exudes. A sense of unease lingers in the air as they prepare for the challenges ahead, with the strange mix of Kage-level allies and a mysterious sense of dread tied to the Zetsu's next moves.