It was fall, and winter was on Iwa's doorsteps. At least, that was how it felt to him. There was an unerring similarity in the temperate weather of Stone Village to Kirigakure, but it came in waves of nostalgia to Hira. Small triggers would fire, bringing fourth memories of home that could not be so easily quelled. In its own right, Iwagakure had become his new home. A temporary one at best, he wondered frequently if home was simply where the heart was.
Ever since he had come into contact with Haruka, answers had revealed themselves to all of his problems. He wasn't weary of this, for it wasn't too good to be true in his eyes. Some people simply had to ruin the happiness of others for their own entertainment. It was almost as if shinobi in Stone desired nothing more than to create chaos. Unable to comply, the nation would certainly fall to shambles if no one stood up and acted in its stead.
At first, the idea rang in his head like a delicate bell. Shortly after, thousands more began sonorously clambering--carrying with them the impetus of a new age. It was almost as if you were stuck in a room for a lifetime, and suddenly, in one instant some one entered and turned the lights on. Some truth had been revealed, and he was compelled to be the agent responsible for delivering a message. (To whichever end it was received)...
Flipping the mouthpiece of his headset down, he adjusted the frequency. He listened to the noise of dead airspace, wondering if she would hear him.
Ryuujin Koyoko, this is Nakamura Hira. I request your immediate presence at the exterior of the capitol. I would like to discuss the affairs of Iwagakure with you personally, without the interference of any individual. One on one. Come at your leisure, alone as I am. This is a matter of diplomacy, and not violence. Show me the respect I offer you.
He stood there, in the chill of the setting sun. Dusk would soon wreath the city, and that was when he felt most at home.
[Topic Entered. Requesting Ryuujin Koyoko's presence through /Private Intercom/]