Kiba sat on the hokage chair, filling Papers. It has been a while since he was chosen as the Hokage. The soft pitter-patter from the rain was softly in the background. Akamaru was laying next to the hokage chair, just resting. But the silence was suddenly broke by a knock.

"Come in! The door is open."

Kiba spoke in a kind of strict voice. Even if he may seem strict and firm maybe even cold, he still had a soft Spot.