Konoha
Since when did I stop saying things were troublesome…?
That was the thought passing through Shikamaru’s head as he gaze up at the blue sky. Even though the wind wasn’t that strong, thin clouds were hurrying along one after another,
passing in and out of his line of sight. Their flustered state seemed similar to Shikamaru’s own. He laughed derisively at himself for the thought.
At any rate, he was busy.