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International Organisations / Re: COSNAT Discussion on Troyes
« Last post by Altona on Today at 10:41:25 AM »Altona fully supports the proposal put forward.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: An Inquiry To King Aldwin VI of Weißenwald
« Last post by Altona on Today at 10:31:06 AM »"I would normally support such changes" Prince Lukas began, "but I would argue that the fact that COSNAT does not have a cultural exchange element, nor an educational one, it would be extension mean that the body has created one, what could be described in the charter as an "associate organisation" we already have ties to CETO and under our membership of regional bodies already have these commitments. Remember we are all small nations, we all have less staff, less funds and less time to commit to repetition of projects. I believe the aims that the Pharoah wishes to achieve are already in place just via other means. So what I suggest is that perhaps rather than placing this on a cultural level we have it that in future years Clysperis may be a guest nation at the COSNAT business expo's. That would entitle their businesses to come and showcase their abilities wherever we host it, they can send delegates meaning they can also see what we have on offer. I think this adds more actual value to anything as there is nothing like this in place already. "
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International Organisations / Re: Association of Dauntel and Shaw Nations (ASDN) HQ Thread
« Last post by Abertone on Today at 10:04:18 AM »Abertone is supportive of this approach
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Sporting Hub / Re: Rugby World Cup 2024 - OOC
« Last post by Abertone on Today at 10:02:31 AM »Add ABertone to everything please
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Sporting Hub / Re: Kinai Grand Tour 2024
« Last post by paralipomena on Today at 09:54:57 AM »Kinai Grand Tour - Stage 3
Stage 3 (TTT) results
1 - MKTkom 22:14
2 - SV Meergesellen + 00:14
3 - Tolsenn-Lark + 00:17
4 - Jaeyal-Suchul Team + 00:30
5 - Phoenix Cycling + 00:37
6 - Hachinobu Seisei + 00:39
7 - AABL-Ujredi + 00:43
8 - AureaTerra + 00:44
General classification
1 - Hermenegild Suuma (AABL-Ujredi) 13:10:20
2 - Galbeyte Egal (MKTkom) + 00:47
3 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:01
4 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) + 01:06
5 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) + 01:20
6 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 01:21
7 - Abrus McGlathery (Tolsenn-Lark) + 01:30
8 - Daisaku Fujimoto (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:40
9 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:46
10 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 02:08
Points classification
1 - Hermenegild Suuma (AABL-Ujredi) - 60 points
2 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) - 33 points
3 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) - 19 points
4 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) - 18 points
5 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) - 18 points
Mountain classification
1 - Daniel Longbridge (Phoenix Cycling) - 11 points
2 - Kozo Egashira (Hachinobu Seisei) - 8 points
3 - Asketyll Omdahl (MKTkom) - 6 points
4 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) - 6 points
5 - Tariel Kipiani (MTKkom) - 5 points
Youth classification
1 - Galbeyte Egal (MKTkom) 13:11:07
2 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) + 00:19
3 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 00:34
4 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 01:21
5 - Hans Richter (SV Meergesellen) + 01:27
Team classification
1 - SV Meergesellen 45:33:53
2 - AABL-Ujredi + 00:18
3 - Hachinobu Seisei + 00:52
4 - Phoenix Cycling + 07:13
5 - Tolsenn-Lark + 07:28
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Sporting Hub / Re: Rugby World Cup 2024 - OOC
« Last post by Achkaerin on Today at 12:47:38 AM »Bid deadline has expired, no bids received.
Dave (among others) has suggested that the fall back host for this year be the Iwi, so that's where we're going.
Sign ups will remain open for approx another week or so.
Dave (among others) has suggested that the fall back host for this year be the Iwi, so that's where we're going.
Sign ups will remain open for approx another week or so.
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Sporting Hub / Re: Kinai Grand Tour 2024
« Last post by paralipomena on April 19, 2024, 11:15:46 PM »Kinai Grand Tour - Stage 2
Stage 2 results
1 - Hermenegild Suuma (AABL-Ujredi) 6:23:52
2 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) + 00:36
3 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) + 00:49
4 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 00:57
5 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) + 01:01
6 - Hans Richter (SV Meergesellen) + 01:01
7 - Kazushi Eto (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:01
8 - Levan Chabradze (MKTkom) + 01:01
9 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) + 01:01
10 - Abrus McGlathery (Tolsenn-Lark) + 01:01
11 - Daisaku Fujimoto (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:01
12 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 01:01
13 - Galbeyte Egal (MKTkom) + 01:01
14 - Hermann Takkala (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:01
15 - Imeda Kupatadze (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:01
General classification
1 - Hermenegild Suuma (AABL-Ujredi) 12:47:23
2 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:05
3 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) + 01:26
4 - Galbeyte Egal (MKTkom) + 01:30
5 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) + 01:35
6 - Daisaku Fujimoto (Hachinobu Seisei) + 01:44
7 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) + 01:46
8 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 01:50
9 - Abrus McGlathery (Tolsenn-Lark) + 01:56
10 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 02:37
Points classification
1 - Hermenegild Suuma (AABL-Ujredi) - 60 points
2 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) - 33 points
3 - Andrew Mason (Phoenix Cycling) - 19 points
4 - Kimmo Peltonen (AABL-Ujredi) - 18 points
5 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) - 18 points
Mountain classification
1 - Daniel Longbridge (Phoenix Cycling) - 11 points
2 - Kozo Egashira (Hachinobu Seisei) - 8 points
3 - Asketyll Omdahl (MKTkom) - 6 points
4 - Naozumi Iga (Hachinobu Seisei) - 6 points
5 - Tariel Kipiani (MTKkom) - 5 points
Youth classification
1 - Galbeyte Egal (MKTkom) 12:48:53
2 - Karl Sturmwald (SV Meergesellen) + 00:05
3 - Friedrich Wagner (SV Meergesellen) + 00:20
4 - Heinrich Müller (SV Meergesellen) + 01:07
5 - Hans Richter (SV Meergesellen) + 01:11
Team classification
1 - AABL-Ujredi 44:26:02
2 - Hachinobu Seisei + 00:46
3 - SV Meergesellen + 01:09
4 - Phoenix Cycling + 07:13
5 - Tolsenn-Lark + 08:28
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International News Networks / Re: Rokkenjima Broadcasting Corporation (RBC)
« Last post by Beatrice on April 19, 2024, 10:26:19 PM »
IRN Repels Kusanse Drone Attack Against Assets In The Region
Kusanese forces launched a failed attack against the Imperial Rokkenjiman Navy.
The Imperial Rokkenjiman Navy shot down hundreds of Kusanese drones as the hermit kingdom attempted to strike out at the Imperial Rokkenjiman Navy as well as elements of the Royal Clysperi Navy which acted in concert with the IRN to largely repel the attack. Chrysanthemum Throne called the attack an "unwarranted provocation" and promised "a response at time and place of our choosing. Kusanese agression will not be tolerated," Chrysanthemum Throne said following the attempted attack. Speaking with the RBC it was noted that no Rokkenjiman assets were damaged in the attack, however, it was also determined that assets involved in the attack "will be destroyed in short order. We will not abide Kusan's ambitions, nor will be held at bay by them, we will show them the error of their ways," a source from IHC shared with the RBC.
"We may expand our retaliatory strikes," the source continued, "as they hold hostage Princess Sophia. We've a decent understanding as to where their air defenses are, so I would expect a response which targets sites directly involved in the launching of drones against the IRN, but also one which renders the anti-air defenses of Kusan rendered inoperable. This will not be a proportional response, it will be a response dependent upon the conditions on the ground. Even independent action from the Imperial Diet, I fear, we are in fact in a state of war with the Kusanese," an unnamed operative shared with the RBC.
While Imperial High Command declined a request for comment the RBC confirmed Rokkniman strikes within Kusan independently, the results of the strikes apparently knocking out air defenses in the southern regions of Kusan. "The IRN is leveraging all its assets against the Kusanese," one anonymous officer shared with the RBC, "and wheras the Army and Air Force cannot act, the IRN will punch whoever and whatever the Empress needs to be hit. We are at war," the source continued, "and we'll either see our Princess home or her captors dead There is no in-between here, we will not leave Kusan until Sophia leaves Kusan." Several sites in Kusan have reported retaliatory strikes which have rendered space operations "impossible."
For her part the Empress has not commented on the attacks, stating only "the Princess will be returned, period. Kusan is in charge on the path she is returned to Rokkenjima at present, and any deaths which result as to that path, will be on Kusan."
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Vignettes / Re: Lifetimes of Change (Historical Vignettes set from 1891 - 2011)
« Last post by Daitō on April 19, 2024, 12:44:14 PM »The New Dawn
Nikokyo, Kyūre, Izumi Prefecture
November 11th, 1945
5:26 PM
It was late in the day, and yet, despite Iwao’s warnings before he had left, here Yuna was, standing in line as soldiers, both Fusanese and Achkaerinese, walked the streets of Kyūre. They weren’t a bad sort, these foreigners. Certainly, Yuna had known a few growing up in the cosmopolitan Hatsukaichi, so she’d had at least some experience dealing with them, but never on this scale, and most definitely not with this profession. For what it was worth though, as the soothing tones of jazz—music which had been banned by Sonyu for being “unpatriotic”—played over the radio, they kept the peace, here in Nikokyo and beyond, not only in other wards, but across the nation. The boys who had done so much for Fusan had come home.
It was not all well in Fusan, though. Unemployment was high, hunger was common, and there were shortages of just about everything someone would need just to survive. And that had, of course, driven up prices. A half a dozen eggs had gone from costing 50 sen to 15 mon, a carton of cigarettes from 20 sen to 6 mon. It felt as though, perhaps, things would only get worse from here, but as Yuna stood in line with her sister-in-law, she felt she had to hold onto hope that their situation would improve. And they were among the lucky ones, too. Sure, they’d lost family, and you couldn’t put a price on that, but at the very least, they had their home and enough money tucked away to live relatively comfortable lives for the time being.
“Yuna, do you know what this line is for?” Azumi asked, growing more and more impatient with each passing minute. A cacophony of music, conversations, and children saying ”give me” in broken English with the hopes of getting chocolate from the Achkaerinese garrison filled the air, almost drowning out what she had asked.
“No clue.” Yuna replied, watching a pair of children run down the street, one clutching some sort of toy. “But whatever it is, we need it. Even we’re short on most things.”
“You’re right on that.” Azumi nodded as a car rolled by. “Still, this place has changed a lot.”
“Hm? You mean from July, right?”
“Nah. From before the war, even.” Azumi said. “It being a military town, the streets were never this busy.” She added, reminiscing on days now gone before saying “It’s… nice.”
“I see.” Yuna nodded along as they moved forwards a few steps. “It reminds me of how Hatsukaichi was, truth be told. Back when I was young.”
“You really should head home soon, check in on everyone.”
“Ah… I’ve been meaning to.” Yuna admitted quietly. “It’s just… With what happened, I’ve been dreading to see what’s come of it.”
“Yuna…”
“I know, I know. I’ll go at the start of next month, alright?”
“That’s not it.” Azumi sighed before pointing ahead. “It’s our turn.”
Before they knew it, the two women found themselves looking over a bowl of soup, most of its ingredients a mystery, though there seemed to be noodles and some sort of meat, but also some unconventional “ingredients” which Azumi was certain were there by mistake. A minute passed, during which time they stared at the bowl, then at each other, and then back again, both silent as they mulled over whether they’d actually eat it. It was calories, so that was important, but… was the paper really necessary? Eventually, after carefully plucking the paper out with their chopsticks, they would both give it a try, and much to their surprise—though it probably shouldn’t’ve been, owing to their comparatively bland diet for the last few years—they actually wound up enjoying it. Say what you will about the Achkaerinese, they could put a soup together from leftovers better than most, Yuna thought.
As they continued to eat, someone ran into the ramshackle impromptu market, holding up a newspaper of some sort, a grin stretching across his face from ear to ear. It had to be good news, whatever it was, and soon, they’d have their answer.
“The Ardians just surrendered, the war is over!” He shouted, and before they knew it, what had been a busy street soon turned into an impromptu party celebrating the end of not simply a war which Fusan was no longer really a part of, owing to the armistice and all, but an end to the Ardian Empire as well. Nearly a millennium of on and off warfare had just come to an end, and though it was the end of the day, it seemed as though a new dawn had arrived. Fusan had overcome many trials, but in the end, it had been rewarded.
How fitting it was then, Yuna thought, that this news came a year after she last saw her brother.
Nikokyo, Kyūre, Izumi Prefecture
November 11th, 1945
5:26 PM
It was late in the day, and yet, despite Iwao’s warnings before he had left, here Yuna was, standing in line as soldiers, both Fusanese and Achkaerinese, walked the streets of Kyūre. They weren’t a bad sort, these foreigners. Certainly, Yuna had known a few growing up in the cosmopolitan Hatsukaichi, so she’d had at least some experience dealing with them, but never on this scale, and most definitely not with this profession. For what it was worth though, as the soothing tones of jazz—music which had been banned by Sonyu for being “unpatriotic”—played over the radio, they kept the peace, here in Nikokyo and beyond, not only in other wards, but across the nation. The boys who had done so much for Fusan had come home.
It was not all well in Fusan, though. Unemployment was high, hunger was common, and there were shortages of just about everything someone would need just to survive. And that had, of course, driven up prices. A half a dozen eggs had gone from costing 50 sen to 15 mon, a carton of cigarettes from 20 sen to 6 mon. It felt as though, perhaps, things would only get worse from here, but as Yuna stood in line with her sister-in-law, she felt she had to hold onto hope that their situation would improve. And they were among the lucky ones, too. Sure, they’d lost family, and you couldn’t put a price on that, but at the very least, they had their home and enough money tucked away to live relatively comfortable lives for the time being.
“Yuna, do you know what this line is for?” Azumi asked, growing more and more impatient with each passing minute. A cacophony of music, conversations, and children saying ”give me” in broken English with the hopes of getting chocolate from the Achkaerinese garrison filled the air, almost drowning out what she had asked.
“No clue.” Yuna replied, watching a pair of children run down the street, one clutching some sort of toy. “But whatever it is, we need it. Even we’re short on most things.”
“You’re right on that.” Azumi nodded as a car rolled by. “Still, this place has changed a lot.”
“Hm? You mean from July, right?”
“Nah. From before the war, even.” Azumi said. “It being a military town, the streets were never this busy.” She added, reminiscing on days now gone before saying “It’s… nice.”
“I see.” Yuna nodded along as they moved forwards a few steps. “It reminds me of how Hatsukaichi was, truth be told. Back when I was young.”
“You really should head home soon, check in on everyone.”
“Ah… I’ve been meaning to.” Yuna admitted quietly. “It’s just… With what happened, I’ve been dreading to see what’s come of it.”
“Yuna…”
“I know, I know. I’ll go at the start of next month, alright?”
“That’s not it.” Azumi sighed before pointing ahead. “It’s our turn.”
Before they knew it, the two women found themselves looking over a bowl of soup, most of its ingredients a mystery, though there seemed to be noodles and some sort of meat, but also some unconventional “ingredients” which Azumi was certain were there by mistake. A minute passed, during which time they stared at the bowl, then at each other, and then back again, both silent as they mulled over whether they’d actually eat it. It was calories, so that was important, but… was the paper really necessary? Eventually, after carefully plucking the paper out with their chopsticks, they would both give it a try, and much to their surprise—though it probably shouldn’t’ve been, owing to their comparatively bland diet for the last few years—they actually wound up enjoying it. Say what you will about the Achkaerinese, they could put a soup together from leftovers better than most, Yuna thought.
As they continued to eat, someone ran into the ramshackle impromptu market, holding up a newspaper of some sort, a grin stretching across his face from ear to ear. It had to be good news, whatever it was, and soon, they’d have their answer.
“The Ardians just surrendered, the war is over!” He shouted, and before they knew it, what had been a busy street soon turned into an impromptu party celebrating the end of not simply a war which Fusan was no longer really a part of, owing to the armistice and all, but an end to the Ardian Empire as well. Nearly a millennium of on and off warfare had just come to an end, and though it was the end of the day, it seemed as though a new dawn had arrived. Fusan had overcome many trials, but in the end, it had been rewarded.
How fitting it was then, Yuna thought, that this news came a year after she last saw her brother.
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Vignettes / Re: Lifetimes of Change (Historical Vignettes set from 1891 - 2011)
« Last post by Daitō on April 19, 2024, 12:43:54 PM »The Last Duty
Nishiatago, Kyūre, Izumi Prefecture
September 24th, 1945
2:11 PM
Nearly a month had flown by since the war had come to an end in Fusan, since the bombings had ceased and the sirens were silenced, and it seemed that life was returning to the city of Kyūre once more. Where once, there were burned out buildings, now there were wooden barracks and small shops sprouting up amidst the ruins. Many bore signs of damage, of course; a typhoon had ripped through the region not even two weeks prior, yet all around, though times were most certainly hard, there was still life. It was as though the people had come together in defiance of fate to rebuild their lives. Perhaps it was understandable too, Yuna thought as she and Iwao walked. After all, they had won.
Maybe not in the traditional sense, she admitted, but she’d been able to talk to her father again a few days ago, and he explained to her in great detail what had truly happened. Something about the political calculus in Shinkyo forcing them to frame the armistice as a defeat in broadcasts, if only to prevent instability in Ardia from triggering a wave of refugees fleeing into the east of the country. In her mind, of course, she saw no problem with their collapse, but then again, she had every reason to hate them. Well, their government, anyways. Still, it was a shame that Haruto would not be coming home for a few weeks longer, owing to the new Prime Minister, Kazumasa Toshinari, ordering that all military officers in the city remain to aid in the transition of power, but what could she do?
As to why she was out here, she thought, clasping her husband’s satchel with her stump of a right arm and Iwao’s hand with her left, she wasn’t entirely certain. Certainly, she knew that she was seeing him off, something to do with his duties in the navy, but to what end yet eluded her. Granted, that was because she hadn’t actually asked, but she knew better than to inquire about military affairs these days. Doing that might get the Kempeitai on her. She recalled how a neighbor received a visit because of her family’s flag not being displayed, such an act being “unpatriotic”, and all because her husband had helped with it and had since been conscripted. She simply didn’t need to give them any excuses. As it happened, though, Iwao would soon tell her anyway.
“I’ve been ordered to Kurume...” He said as they stepped through a puddle, passing by an old couple who were sitting on their porch. “...in order to help facilitate the arrival of the Achkaerinese. Just one last duty before I’m discharged, with the downsizing and all.”
“The Achkaerinese? Why would you need to help with a bunch of civilians?” Yuna asked, at which Iwao sighed.
“Not civilians. Soldiers.”
“Soldiers? Wouldn’t that mean an occupation?”
“Nope, they’re just gonna help us get back on our feet. Besides, it’ll deter the Rokkenjimans or Ardians from making any moves.”
“Do you think they’ll come here?”
“Oh, most certainly.” Iwao said with a nod. “Look, I know it goes without saying, but do be careful around them, just in case.”
“I will.”
A few minutes passed, and before long, the great stone gate which marked the border between Nishiatago and the city center came into view. Out beyond it, though barracks did exist, much of the land was now flat, save for a few stone buildings which, while burned out, still stood as a reminder of the old Kyūre. One not scarred by the war, not scorched by flames which burned bright enough to turn midnight into dawn. No matter how many times she saw it, the impact it had on her never did change. It was an emotional gutpunch, so to speak, and it reminded her of what Hatsukaichi might look like, were she to go back. No, when she went back.
“Do you know when you’ll come home?” Yuna asked as they stopped at the gate, it being half-way between the station and home.
“I’m afraid not. Could be a week, could be a few months. It might even be until January, at the absolute latest.” Iwao admitted. “Let’s pray for next week, though.” He smiled before embracing her.
“Stay safe.” Yuna said once that was done and before he walked off.
“I promise, I will. And if I can, I’ll call you, too.” He replied as he began making his way down the long, empty road to the station. “And remember, stay away from the soldiers if you can!” He shouted just before he disappeared from view. And with that, it was time to return home.
Nishiatago, Kyūre, Izumi Prefecture
September 24th, 1945
2:11 PM
Nearly a month had flown by since the war had come to an end in Fusan, since the bombings had ceased and the sirens were silenced, and it seemed that life was returning to the city of Kyūre once more. Where once, there were burned out buildings, now there were wooden barracks and small shops sprouting up amidst the ruins. Many bore signs of damage, of course; a typhoon had ripped through the region not even two weeks prior, yet all around, though times were most certainly hard, there was still life. It was as though the people had come together in defiance of fate to rebuild their lives. Perhaps it was understandable too, Yuna thought as she and Iwao walked. After all, they had won.
Maybe not in the traditional sense, she admitted, but she’d been able to talk to her father again a few days ago, and he explained to her in great detail what had truly happened. Something about the political calculus in Shinkyo forcing them to frame the armistice as a defeat in broadcasts, if only to prevent instability in Ardia from triggering a wave of refugees fleeing into the east of the country. In her mind, of course, she saw no problem with their collapse, but then again, she had every reason to hate them. Well, their government, anyways. Still, it was a shame that Haruto would not be coming home for a few weeks longer, owing to the new Prime Minister, Kazumasa Toshinari, ordering that all military officers in the city remain to aid in the transition of power, but what could she do?
As to why she was out here, she thought, clasping her husband’s satchel with her stump of a right arm and Iwao’s hand with her left, she wasn’t entirely certain. Certainly, she knew that she was seeing him off, something to do with his duties in the navy, but to what end yet eluded her. Granted, that was because she hadn’t actually asked, but she knew better than to inquire about military affairs these days. Doing that might get the Kempeitai on her. She recalled how a neighbor received a visit because of her family’s flag not being displayed, such an act being “unpatriotic”, and all because her husband had helped with it and had since been conscripted. She simply didn’t need to give them any excuses. As it happened, though, Iwao would soon tell her anyway.
“I’ve been ordered to Kurume...” He said as they stepped through a puddle, passing by an old couple who were sitting on their porch. “...in order to help facilitate the arrival of the Achkaerinese. Just one last duty before I’m discharged, with the downsizing and all.”
“The Achkaerinese? Why would you need to help with a bunch of civilians?” Yuna asked, at which Iwao sighed.
“Not civilians. Soldiers.”
“Soldiers? Wouldn’t that mean an occupation?”
“Nope, they’re just gonna help us get back on our feet. Besides, it’ll deter the Rokkenjimans or Ardians from making any moves.”
“Do you think they’ll come here?”
“Oh, most certainly.” Iwao said with a nod. “Look, I know it goes without saying, but do be careful around them, just in case.”
“I will.”
A few minutes passed, and before long, the great stone gate which marked the border between Nishiatago and the city center came into view. Out beyond it, though barracks did exist, much of the land was now flat, save for a few stone buildings which, while burned out, still stood as a reminder of the old Kyūre. One not scarred by the war, not scorched by flames which burned bright enough to turn midnight into dawn. No matter how many times she saw it, the impact it had on her never did change. It was an emotional gutpunch, so to speak, and it reminded her of what Hatsukaichi might look like, were she to go back. No, when she went back.
“Do you know when you’ll come home?” Yuna asked as they stopped at the gate, it being half-way between the station and home.
“I’m afraid not. Could be a week, could be a few months. It might even be until January, at the absolute latest.” Iwao admitted. “Let’s pray for next week, though.” He smiled before embracing her.
“Stay safe.” Yuna said once that was done and before he walked off.
“I promise, I will. And if I can, I’ll call you, too.” He replied as he began making his way down the long, empty road to the station. “And remember, stay away from the soldiers if you can!” He shouted just before he disappeared from view. And with that, it was time to return home.