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The group is still processing the limited assistance they have received from Kaguya's army, but Hashirama suddenly speaks up, his curiosity piqued. "Is there any way we could trade for more White Zetsu? We need all the help we can get to stop Isshiki."

Before anyone can respond, Black Zetsu emerges from the shadows, his voice smooth but with an edge of amusement. "Oh, you want more?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think we can arrange something. How about this—every slap I give Hagoromo, you'll get one extra White Zetsu. A maximum of ten. I think that's fair, don't you?"

A tense silence fills the room as everyone stares at Black Zetsu, unsure whether he's serious or simply toying with them. Hagoromo, looking less than thrilled, steps forward. "You've got to be kidding," he mutters under his breath, but he knows there's little choice if they want more reinforcements.

Naruto looks at the situation and then laughs. "Well, I guess if it means more help, it's worth a few slaps, right?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood.

Sasuke rolls his eyes, not amused by the spectacle about to unfold. "This is ridiculous," he mutters, though even he can't help but feel a bit of tension in the air.

Onoki gives a sigh, shaking his head. "I'm not sure how much I like this, but we don't have the luxury of refusing. If this is what it takes, then so be it." This work was created by shredder121

With a resigned nod, Hagoromo steps forward, his face stoic, ready for whatever Black Zetsu has in store.