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Genjiro sat on the soft turf on the grass on the ground, gazing off into the distance as the sun descend, only to be replaced by mother moon and the night. He watched the great flocks of seabirds fly swiftly into the horizon, their feathers reflecting the last golden rays of the sun. He watched as the waves crashed back and forth against the crude rocks and jagged cliff, as tiny crustaceans shuffled across the smooths surface of the gritty sand and pebbles that littered the coast. He felt the cool breeze sculpt against his soft cheek, a sense of serenity filled his soul. It was a beautifully tranquil sight to behold, mesmerizing for many who found it. Yet Genjiro cared not much for the sight, for he yearned for something more. He had always imagined a world outside the island of Fujisato. A world of endless possibilities and wonders, that he often ranted about behind the curtains of being a leader. But he knew that he could never pursue any truth behind this. It was too dangerous and foolish, especially for such a person of importance like him. Many determined people had tried to find a greater world and , unfortunately, none had ever returned home to see another spring of Fujisato.

Then he heard his phone's abrupt alarm rang, which gave him a brief scare. He had soon realized, that in his long odyssey of dreams and thoughts, it was already midnight. Genjiro stood up, dusting off the dirt from his pants, beginning his stroll towards his car, which was parked not too far from the cliffside. He gazed once more into the distance before continuing his slow-fashioned walked towards the 4-wheeled automobile. But that's when he had the brightest idea yet revealed in his head; the telecommunications tower near Kyoto. He could use it to broadcast a message strong enough to be picked off from large distances from the island. He knew what he needed to do. Getting into his car, he blasted the pedal with his feet; quickly turning the car to full speed as it raced on the paved road. It seems liked hours, but he had finally arrived at the telecommunications sight. Racing into the building, soon entering the control room. He recorded some words, in his mother tongue, before slamming some controls down and watching the process of the towers preparing to transmit the message. He'd watched the monitor show him data regarding the progress of the transmission. Before long, the transmission was ready to be broadcasted. Genjiro slammed his fist onto the control station's main computing button, as it now fired its message. He had already informed most of his staff and ministers about his course of action, putting the nation in a state of preparedness.

All they had to do now was wait...

( OORP: Sorry for the lackluster roleplay. I really just had to do the introduction so I could roleplay with you guys. I promise that, with more motivation and effort, you will see my roleplay transform into how it was with Arkosta. )