The Great Love Society's flag had been flying for less than three days when Maki noticed a fatal problem.
Their territory lay in the southeastern corner of the Land of Rain.
It sat right between the borders of Iron and the Land of Rain, in a stretch of land neither side governed.
Its strategic value seemed close to zero.
But having no value had never meant being safe.
It only meant no one had set their sights on it yet.
Someone inevitably would. Hanzō was hardly magnanimous enough.
To let a bunch of unruly civilians and deserters laugh and joke here unchecked.
Maki had to keep Great Love City alive a little longer. Only then could he use it to stir anger in the hearts of the Land of Rain's civilians.
Who could attack Great Love City right now?
Konoha!
That made them his own people.
That night, Maki picked up his pen and wrote a letter to the Sannin.
[Lady Tsunade, Lord Jiraiya, Lord Orochimaru.]
[I have established the Great Love Society in the southeastern corner of the Land of Rain.]
[The coordinates of our base are on the back of this letter. Its location is remote and has no effect on any of Konoha's attack routes.]
[I ask only that you deliberately avoid this area in future operations.]
[Hanzō launched this war to rally the people through conflict with foreign nations. We can use the same approach.]
[We can build a beautiful city, then let Hanzō destroy it himself, causing him to lose the people's support.]
[Once Hanzō loses that support in the Land of Rain, his downfall will be inevitable.]
[A sturdy fortress must be corroded from within.]
[Especially when Hanzō has actually built his lair like a fortress.]
Maki was not at all worried that the