From the Forest of Death to...

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Otafuku Gai...

A city that seemed to always be in paradise. From the outside one would see festive people and culture surrounded by smiling faces, with a thriving night life. There was also quite a bit of prostitution and gambling in this region and one could only assume that these black market techniques were the ones that were REALLY holding this place above ground in spite of the fact that it was, quite literally, in a crater. Not a bad location for some sort of secret base, ehh? That was Makoto's thinking exactly. He was hoping to make this place his new home, in spite of Kirigakure's wishes. It had a good economy, with a positive cash flow and alot of people coming and going. It wouldn't be hard to hide illegal operations and with the layers and layers of buildings, people and classes, it wouldn't be hard to bury himself underground and find others who dwell there that were willing to help his cause; even if they weren't shinobi. It was the money that was need first, and what better way then to drain it from somewhere that people came specifically to spend money.

With the fire started, it wouldn't most likely appear in some flavor of news or even by word of mouth what had happened. He would know soon enough if he was successful in his attempt to spark up the power of nature against a village that so arrogantly called itself the leaf in the nation of fire. Many refugee of the fire would most likely end up at this very spot, and he could allow phase two to begin as he monitored some of the movement of the country. All the while, he had many different projects of his own that he wanted to work on; one of which including his deadly knowledge of puppetry, and here, the technology was well enough that it was possible to make tweeks and adjustments that were to his standards. In any case, here he was. He wasn't sure if his little female partner had followed along but he wasn't too concerned about that. He stood at the edge of the crater, the kirigakure headband hidden under the wrap of his forehead to avoid any unnecessary attention. He looked over his shoulder out of paranoia, though there was nothing there; nothing that would catch his attention at least; the trees were too thin to hide, and there was little to distract. The sky was blue, noon, as the sun hung high and shadows small. It was indeed a good day as the south wind blew a breeze. A day for opportunity. Heh...