Laughter, and sounds of joviality had poured from tented restaurant. Hazama had begun to weave his way through the crowd of people. This place was peaceful, and low key, sure there were homosaipens around, but not a place for lots of violence. It was around 12:09 am, and apparently Uson had caught the lunch rush. As soon as he entered the palace of provisions he could smell the aroma of delectable goodies. He picked a table near the back of the restaurant. Where a simple wooden bench, and table would provide comfort to his body. Hazama had chosen the back, as it was easier to consume the pile of nutrients. The other consumers and staff stopped their chatter as soon as he sat down, not out of fear, but out of awe. His pressence often led to silence. He simply bowed before positioning himself into a state of harmony. Glasses, and platters had begun to drop, with bowls of soup spilling from the table to the earth itself. In about ten minutes or so the reality of sound, and friendly conversations would continue shortly.

Very often the Head Jounin would take off to find what family members he still had left, he was on a quest to find a missing nin. A member of the clan, he was part of. It was told that sometimes he took a time out here to eat, and relax. Hazama hoped to find him, for he had many questions, and was eager to meet a member of his family.