Shikamaru Nara was lying on the grass, staring at the clouds that floated lazily in the blue sky. With his usual way of being, he lost himself in thoughts about life, friendship and the challenges he had faced alongside his friends in Konoha. ‘Why does everything have to be so complicated?’ he asked himself, as a gentle breeze caressed his face. Even amid his characteristic indifference, Shikamaru knew that each battle fought and each bond formed were fundamental to his growth. He smiled slightly as he remembered Naruto and Sakura, realizing that despite everything, those he loved were worth fighting for.
