suma, who’d gone through any crisis with a cigarette in his mouth and his same easy going attitude, had been everything Shikamaru aspired to be.
And yet, that Asuma could no longer be found in this world.
He’d died, in a battle against the ‘Akatsuki’ group who had been making schemes to take over the Earth.
He’d died for the sake of letting Shikamaru live…
Asuma had understood they had no chance of winning against the inhuman abilities of the Akatsuki member they had been faced against, and died while risking his life to protect Shikamaru and his other comrades.
He, too, had spent his last moments thinking of others.
Shikamaru had yet to find anything he would sacrifice himself to protect.
Of course, the people of his village and all his comrades were extremely precious to him. But it felt like those feelings were different from the extent of fierce protection that his father and Asuma had displayed.
Perhaps that meant that Shikamaru still hadn’t become an adult.
He thought that in the first place that ambiguous word ‘adult’ referred to a child who’d at some point simply become trapped in their own body.
In that case, even Kakashi was a child at heart.