The Ultimate Purpose of Starting a War!

The biting wind carried fine snowflakes like countless tiny ice needles, lashing Minamoto Takuya's face.

After leaving the Land of Rivers, he arrived in the eternally white expanse of the Land of Snow.

"My lord, you've arrived." Kazahana Dōtō, who had been waiting outside the transportation node for quite some time, immediately stepped forward. His voice was loud, yet filled with bone-deep respect.

He wore a heavy fur cloak against the cold, his shoulders blanketed in snow. Clearly, he had been waiting for a long time. Before coming here, Minamoto Takuya had naturally notified the crows on this side.

"Mm." Minamoto Takuya gave a slight nod, his gaze sharp as a blade as he went straight to the point. "There haven't been any problems with the transport line, have there?"

"Please rest assured, my lord!" Kazahana Dōtō straightened his back even further, his words brimming with confidence. "Nadare Rōga is in charge of capturing them on the front line between Konoha and Kumogakure, then transferring them to the starting point of the underground railway.

Throughout the transport, Mizore Fuyuma personally escorts the cargo without leaving its side. Not even the Land of Snow's unique blizzards have caused the slightest delay.

As for the final stretch into our secret terminal, I personally supervise the handover to ensure nothing slips through the cracks!

No link in the chain will be allowed to fail!"

He paused, an undisguised sneer of contempt for his elder brother appearing on his face. "As for my dear elder brother, the Daimyo of the Land of Snow, Kazahana Sōsetsu?

He's probably still holed up in his palace, tinkering with that naive underfloor heating project of his, isn't he?

How much use can heaters developed at the expense of the nation possibly have in a land frozen over like