Naruto : The ultimate Troublemaker

Two Years Later.

The shinobi world had found a peace it hadn't known for generations. The Ōtsutsuki threat had been eradicated, but at what cost. The wars, the sacrifices, and the losses had left indelible scars, both on the villages and in the hearts of the survivors.

Uzushiogakure, once a bastion of power and knowledge in fūinjutsu, was now nothing but ruins. Its foundations, silent witnesses to past battles, were overgrown with vegetation. Yet, despite this desolation, life went on.

In the village of Konoha, a peaceful morning unfolded like so many others. Birds sang, streets bustled with merchants, and calm reigned under the azure sky.

In a house located at the edge of the forest, Shikamaru Nara, the village's strategic shadow, was seated at a low table on the veranda. A cup of steaming tea sat before him, and he watched the clouds pass, a tranquil smile on his face. The silence of his contemplative moment was broken by a familiar voice, much louder than his own.

"Shikadai!" Temari called out from inside the house.

Shikamaru turned his head slightly towards the noise, an amused sigh escaping him.

"What has he done this time?" he murmured to himself, already accustomed to his wife's reprimands towards their son.

He heard hurried footsteps, followed by an animated exchange.

"Can you explain to me what this is?" Temari roared, holding a scroll in one hand and pointing at Shikadai with her finger. The young boy, standing in the living room, scratched the back of his head, clearly caught in the act.

"It's nothing, Mom! Just... techniques I tried to learn..." he replied, obviously unsure of himself.

Temari raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Nothing, huh? These *scrolls* are filled with things that are way too dangerous for your age! Who allowed you to study all this?"

Shikadai opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.

Shikamaru calmly approached, an indolent smile on his lips.

"Come on, Temari, no need to get all worked up."

She turned towards him, her arms crossed. "No need? Shikamaru, he's playing with techniques that could cost him his life!"

Shikamaru shrugged, then reached out to take the scrolls. "Let me see them."

Temari, still annoyed, handed him the scrolls. Shikamaru unrolled them on the table and scanned them with his eyes. The complex inscriptions, written with impressive precision.

"Not bad, Shikadai," he said, glancing at the boy, who seemed both proud and worried.

"You think so?" Shikadai asked, hesitantly.

His gaze stopped on two techniques in particular:

*Kage no Sasayaki* (*Whisper of Shadows*)

*Kage Tensei* (*Resurrection of Shadow*)

Shikamaru narrowed his eyes as he studied the details inscribed. The complex explanations described jutsus based on advanced shadow manipulation, going far beyond the traditional capabilities of the Nara clan.

Shikamaru ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was intensely thinking.

Shikamaru remained silent for a moment, then placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder.

"Listen, you're not ready for this kind of thing yet."

Temari, leaning against the door, observed the scene in silence. She knew her husband and knew that he had probably already made a decision. After all, these were the jutsus left by his cousin, a living legend in the shinobi world.

Shikamaru carefully rolled up the scrolls, placing them in his hand.

"I'll keep them for now," he said. "These jutsus are too advanced for you. Maybe one day, when you're ready, we'll talk about them again."

Shikadai seemed disappointed but nodded, respecting his father's judgment.

Shikamaru turned to Temari and winked at her. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Later that day, as the house was quiet, Shikamaru was back on the veranda, the two scrolls before him. The sun was setting on the horizon, bathing the room in golden light. He looked at the sculpture of the Yondaime and thought of Shikai.

"In the end, you joined your sensei. Shikai-sama..."

He unrolled the scrolls again, his eyes scanning every detail.

"*Kage Tensei*..."

He furrowed his brows,

Shikamaru straightened up, crossing his arms.

"I've been too lazy these past years. Maybe I should get back into it."

A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he rolled up the scrolls and slipped them into his jacket.

"After all, you never know when a good technique can come in handy."

The wind blew gently, making the leaves of the trees dance around him. Shikamaru remained there, unaware of the reality behind the Kage Tensei jutsu.

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