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That makes me happy. They had always been like that. He wanted to someday become a magnificent man like Gai. He wanted to become a man who would warmly encourage another lost and confused soul like himself. That was a dream Lee held onto even when he was awake.
How about it Lee, would you like to join me? He was covered in mud, and absolutely unsightly in appearance. He had stumbled a few times in his fatigue, falling and rolling on the ground. It was all the dirt left over from those runarounds. Lee and Gai were both racking their brains for an answer.
What kind of a present would embody the passion of youth? Was there really any such present in this world? Well if anything represented youth, it would be how they both wore their smart looking tight green jumpsuits. Could sweat and tears be turned into a gift somehow? What kind of curry was better, bland or extra spicy?
Their conversation reached its climax. In matters like this, one must concentrate. We should retrace our steps back to the root of this conversation.
When Lee failed to contribute more to the talk, Gai asked another question. What was a wedding? Something necessary for a wedding A wedding was a ceremony where two people who loved each other became husband and wife. A wedding ceremony without the bride and groom would just be a plain ceremony, not a wedding. A useless ceremony without any meaning! Gai may have seemed like an impulsive and clumsy person, but he really was a thoughtful person.
He had the ability to see beyond the surface and into the root of the matter. For Lee, that had always been something about Gai that he looked up to and aspired to also do. Lee, you think up one for the bride! It was quite a spectacle in the early morning. If I was a bride, then And after that Going shipping with the baby in my arms.
Keeping an eye on the baby as I clean its room. Carrying the baby on my back as I open the Seventh of the Eight Gates. Having a baby is a surprisingly serious matter. To raise and look after a child, then undoubtedly, you need both physical and economical strength, right? He could imagine Hinata tenderly holding a child, and Naruto gazing at the both of them.
And suddenly Lee realised that this whole time he had been thinking only of what to give Naruto as a wedding gift. That said, the best gift for someone who would eventually be a mother- Lee, remember this well. I finally understand Neji. Lee nodded to himself, and then And on top of that, the highest possible level! Pest control and plumbing and carrying groceries. One must skilfully develop their arm muscles for such tasks In that case, the answer we both came up with must be the same.
The gifts that we should bestow are I thought of that as well! Gai senseeeeeeeeiii! Lee was ecstatic. His thoughts had not been wrong.
His sensei had approved his idea. His joy was pure and simple. Gai was crying too. As tears leaked out his cheeks, he tightened the hug.
Thanks to Gai, Lee had finally found a wedding present that suited his feelings for the couple. His heart felt light and clear. Very soon after their revelation, the two had gone to download dumb bells straight away.
The merchant was very surprised to sell two dumb bells so early in the morning. Please have a look at this, Neji. These dumbbells! These weights we carry Here we goooooooooo! On that note Afterwards, Kakashi did in fact receive several complaints, all along the same lines: So noisy! Life gets in the way, you know how it is. If you like the chapter, please download a copy of the novel to support the original author!
She was at the usual training grounds. Her usual marks. Her usual training method. Her feelings, however, were just a little bit different from usual. Another KA! It was marvellous marksmanship. But then, for someone as well trained in weapons as Tenten, hitting the bullseye of a non-moving target from where she stood was nothing, a piece of cake.
Tenten usually headed out to training before she ate her breakfast. She usually ended up eating breakfast on the training grounds, though. Her usual pattern for breakfast was eating the steamed meat buns sold by a nearby shop, and washing it down with green tea. Again, it was a show of skill so easy and simple for her that she could do it with her eyes closed. In fact, it was something students soon learned to master after entering the Ninja Academy. It was also very normal for students who came from renowned shinobi households to have the skill taught to them by a parent or sibling even before entering the Academy.
To put it simply, what Tenten was now practicing was one of the most basic techniques. His words had made a very big impression on the young Tenten. Lee who was standing next to her, was so deeply affected he started crying, and naturally ruined the moment. To begin with, Tenten had never been a ninja with mastery over a wide variety of jutsu.
Ever since the old days, while she did have a talent for space-time jutsu, her chakra control was worse than other ninjas. Because as soon as Tenten knew what her limits were, she started to frantically think about what field would be best suited for her as a shinobi. And when she found the answer, she was quickly able to resign herself to that path, and pursue it full-heartedly.
The answer Tenten had found was: Ninja Weaponry. Handling weapons like shuriken or kunai was the norm for anyone who called themselves a shinobi, but there was no one who specialised in weaponry -let alone someone who mastered it. That was what Tenten devoted herself to. Tenten forged herself a unique path to walk on. Lee admired him, and simple-mindedly trained to be just as he was.
Tenten had spent time with them, trained with them, occasionally sparred with them and gained a considerable grounding in taijutsu. To begin with, before ninjutsu orgenjutsu came into the picture, taijutsu had been the groundwork of shinobi accomplishments.
However, Lee and Neji were both learning and training along with her, and Tenten eventually came to realise that she was never going to reach their level of stamina or physical strength. That was the thought that nagged Tenten every second of her training. However, that thought was what had spurred her onto her unique path. Gai and the rest could break a boulder with their bare fists.
That was why she armed her hands with kunai. So she could be equals with Lee and Neji. So she could walk alongside them.
In time, Tenten did end up polishing her talent for space-time jutsu, and learned how to summon endless varieties of ninja weapons using scrolls. By that time, partly due to all her days spent learning about various weapons, Tenten had become completely enraptured by the charm of Ninja Weaponry. She looked twice at the weapons she held in her hands, and marvelled at their beautiful simplicity,. It was because a kunai was plain and dull that it was so charming. Her current self was continuing to train with the goal of becoming the number one master of Ninja Weaponry, after all.
Even the crudest blade had a beautiful side to it. Ninjutsu and Genjutsu, and even Taijutsu, none of them could win against the beauty of Ninja Weaponry. The sight of her kunai smoothly slicing through a target, for example, was far better than any worded explanation. That was how Tenten thought. But she had to make sure her aim was superb, or there would be no point. Every day, she silently polished her weapons, readied them for practice, and hit her targets.
Lee and Neji Tenten watched their hardwork and talent more close than anyone, and they were why she put every effort into her training. Because no matter how strong those two got, they never neglected their basics either.
All of that was why Her body, her arms, even her very fingertips, she was going to practice and practice, and instil instinct into every inch of her. But Tenten still always started out practicing by throwing kunai into the middle of still targets.
She eventually ends up throwing the kunai hundreds and hundreds of times, repeating the motions over and over again, and then eventually Be it kunai or shuriken, they fly from her hands and sink into the targets like the mark is calling for them. To constantly practice a basic skill that anyone can do, every single day, without skipping it once, repeating it over and over again The world had to be able to see that.
And so her dedicated training eventually bore fruit. Of course, she felt proud about it too. But today, devoting all her thoughts to Ninja Weaponry was something that was causing her a bit of trouble.
She was surrounded by targets that were covered with kunai and shuriken. Of course, not a single one was off-mark. Tenten had been lying down in her futon, looking listlessly up at her ceiling. She was almost on the verge of sleep when a single thought broke into her mind: Other than a kunai, I wonder what sort of a gift would be good?
Stifling a yawn, Tenten moved forward to collect her shuriken and kunai from where they had been embedded on the many targets. There were lots of posts sticking out on the training grounds that Tenten frequented.
Some of them were as tall as a normal person. Other users usually used the stakes for when they were training in taijutsu, for kicking and punching. Tenten, on the other hand, used the stakes to mount the targets that she brought along. She approached those targets, firmly and quickly pulling out the embedded kunai and shuriken in each one. For a while, she repeated the motion with each target, wracking her brain with thought the whole time.
She was no longer thinking about downloading weapons as a gift, kunai or otherwise. Her train of thought had long left that option behind. So naturally, everyone would expect that her gift to the couple would be a Ninja Weapon as well.
There was nothing strange about it. But, see, wait! Ever since last night, for some reason or another, thoughts like that kept circling around her head.
Something was nagging at her. What was bothering her? The truth was, she already knew the answer. This was what had been bothering her. Naruto and Hinata were getting married. It was a happy occasion. She lived her life without any thoughts for romance or femininity. Was it really okay for her to be like this? Was it really okay for a young woman to be like that?
But well, how could she not? There was a device you could wrap around your wrist, and with one single pull, roll out a scroll for summoning weapons in an instant. The convenience was brilliant. You could carry out an assassination anywhere, any time. It was the latest in cutting edge technology. Kunai really were the basics of Ninja Weaponry. Tenten had strong feelings about them. She had collected both common and rare weapons, but at the end of the day, kunai were always the best.
She collected both common and rare types of kunai. You could never have too many kunai. First there were those rare kunai with engravings on it.
They were a work of art. It would be best to keep them on display at home. But then, because of those kunai being at home, she needed to download a few more kunai for mission supplies. And then, well, since she was out shopping for kunai anyway, it was best to download a lot of different varieties at once to save time, right? That was how Tenten ended up unconsciously covering an entire wall in her house with her kunai collection.
She was incredibly pleased with it. Was it really okay If she went on like this and, for example, gave those custom-made kunai as a present, then it was doubtless that everyone would say this: It vexed her. I have a flying guillotine too, you know. Tenten started sharpening another kunai as she brooded.
If she could find a wedding gift other than a custom-made kunai, something suitable and elegant, then What kind of a wedding present would get those kinds of reactions? Realistically speaking, she had to think of her budget first. She had to properly manage her finances if she wanted to download a gift. Then, in that case, that limited her options for a wedding gift to Tenten calmly opened her eyes. Something that gives off the feelings of a young woman.
Her head was a mess. The thought of having to admit she was a woman with no merit besides Ninja Weaponry made Tenten feel awful. The person sounded like they were getting slowly getting closer. She knew who it was even before they came into her field of sight. A housewife, in fact. He looked like a middle aged housewife coming home from shopping. And was that red smear on his mouth lipstick? On top of everything else, for some reason Lee was carrying a dumbbell in one of his hands.
It was beyond understanding. So I dressed up like this! And after doing this I really am extra sure that dumbbells were definitely the right choice! As a matter of fact, she was only more confused. Why the cross dressing? Why dumbbells? It was all incredibly strange. Lee lifted up the dumbbell and cheerfully declared: Tenten, what are you going to give them? The inside of her head suddenly felt clear, like a mist had disappeared.
And, with that Tenten was very confident. Why in the world had she been worried? Compared to dumbbells, her gift was excellent. She felt relieved. She was fine just the way she was, after all. The pleasing sounds of weapons hitting their targets started to ring out again.
The usual training grounds. The usual targets. The usual training method. And her usual feelings. Ayyy for shikachou brotp, and shikatema OTP. Poor babies. I wonder why people always find it so calming to watch fire? It was probably something that had started generations ago, back when people were still waiting on civilisation to happen. In those days, fire had always been a constant companion to people.
Fire had illuminated their surroundings and held the darkness of night at bay. It protected people from both the cold and foreign invaders.
It had also been used as a signal, to find the location of your comrades, and the way back home. That was why, sitting in front of the warm flames, he felt such a soothing feeling.
From parent to child. From child to grandchild. From teacher to student. From friend to friend. Your feelings were tied to each other. Maybe that Will of Fire had started out as a small flame that anyone could easily put out. Even now, it was still being passed on, from person to person, and still burning bright.
It was those connections spanning generations that made fire so soothing. People would use fire to cook food and sit around it, gazing into the flames as they ate. Back then, and now, that was a sight that never changed. In fact, in this moment, Shikamaru was sitting in front of a warm fire and eating a meal with his best friend, Akimichi Chouji. The sound of clinking tableware. Most of all, the sound of sizzling meat as it cooked.
Yakiniku Q. It was the usual place for Shikamaru and the rest. When it came to barbecue restaurants like this, people usually expected them to be crowded at night only, and not be all that busy during the day.
Yakiniku Q was an exception, always bustling with people during noon and the night. Their meat was cheap, and on top of that high quality, so the restaurant was very popular.
And that meant that right now, at this very lunch hour, Yakiniku Q was no different from a battlefield. Orders were being called out from seats on every side, calls for beer or oolong tea or utensils all being met by the hurrying restaurant workers. They were hurrying around the store, circling around all the customers in a rush.
The place was hectic. Shikamaru was watching the frantic state of the workers out of the corner of his eye as he put a single piece of meat onto the grill. The deep red colour of the meat almost seemed to shine, the fat glistening like a pearl. Proof that it was fresh. The mouth-watering sizzling sound mixed in with the delicious smell wafting through the restaurant. Shikamaru and Chouji had decided to have lunch here at the usual place.
The decision itself had happened just a while ago. Shikamaru had headed out to do some shopping, and bumped into Chouji in the middle of the road. Shikamaru had entered the shop with the intention of stopping by briefly, like one would do at a tea shop, but Chouji always did this. Chouji never sat down without the intention to dedicate himself to eating all he could. He reached out with his chopsticks and flipped it over. The underside had been grilled beautifully.
Most people liked to let their meat cook for a period of time decided by instinct alone, but a recent research study had concluded that those people usually ended up cooking their meat for too long. Or at least, that was what Chouji had told Shikamaru while they were talking. Chouji had a tendency to eat meat when it was still too close to raw for comfort. Shikamaru thought it was better to grill meat a bit more.
His piece on the grill looked like it was about ready to eat. He had grabbed the piece and stuffed it into his mouth with a large sound of content. Ohhhh, sorry Shikamaru. I saw it was ready to eat, and before I even realised, my hands just He turned back to Chouji with a broad grin, and said: Shikamaru stared, wondering if Chouji had noticed the despicable timing of that comment. They really chose a great method for cooking good meat.
While Chouji talked, he kept guzzling down more rice, too. Oh man, at this rate the bowl was gonna get empty in no time. Shikamaru somehow managed to flag down a restaurant worker in the chaos and ask for another serving of rice. It was because of this that Shikamaru somehow always found himself unnecessarily meddling to make sure Chouji ate well. Chouji handled his chopsticks with frightening skill, and the meat disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chouji looked incredibly happy after eating so much meat. Meat, rice, meat, rice, meat, rice, meat, meat, meat It gave his overall appearance a clean, tidy, and composed look. There was no doubt about it. It was the goatee.
That was why there was a new dignity to how Chouji looked when he ate as well. As much as he looked like he lost himself in his food, Chouji always listened carefully when Shikamaru was talking. Shikamaru had always kept his hair like this, ever since he was a kid. It was a simple ponytail, his long hair gathered and tied up above his head. It was just that for someone as inherently lazy as Shikamaru, this was the easiest way to deal with his hair. If you had to say he was determined on anything, then it was probably that he was determined to keep his hair and clothes as simple and easy as possible.
He thought the best kinds of clothes were those you could carelessly wear anywhere, anytime, the kind that let you comfortably watch clouds or take a nap.
A kid like that was clearly different than those who cared about what the world or society at large thought of them. But seeing his best friend of many years suddenly looking like such a dignified adult gave Shikamaru something to think about.
Shikamaru had been made a chuunin at quite a young age, and similarly gotten involved with a lot of jobs to do with the administration of the village. Chouji looked up and tilted his head in confusion. Compared to the old you, your face has really changed.
I think you look a lot more steady and capable now. Shikamaru put a hand on his currently clean-shaved chin and kept thinking about the matter. Forget the both of them, it was a serving just barely enough for Chouji. That usually surprised people too.
His team had to celebrate here when their first mission had ended safely as well. And after that, after the end of every mission, they often came to this restaurant. The four of them would eat at this same table, and Shikamaru would sit in this very seat. Chouji was being yelled at by their teammate Ino. It was a mistake. Ino immediately turned to glare at him. This was outrageous. Ugh, troublesome Shikamaru thought about the matter as he overturned the meat.
To start with, there was the woman closest to him: But the meat suddenly disappeared. It was Chouji. Ino threw down her chopsticks and started screaming.
Shikamaru grumbled that he was going to end up grilling the meat again anyway, and started putting more meat on the grill. It was the usual scene for their team. And then There was a person happily watching over the three of them.
Shikamaru came back to the present, and looked at the place Asuma once used to sit. Shikamaru, Chouji, Ino, and Asuma. The four of them used to come to this restaurant after every mission, and crowd around this table.
In the past, Shikamaru had thought life would always continue like that. But, time had passed despite all that. Ino had become more feminine. Even Shikamaru had changed before he realised it. And Asuma When Shikamaru was surrounded by the familiar fragrance of cooking meat, he could fall into the hallucination where that same smell of tobacco was hanging around as well. His goatee had always smelled of tobacco from all his countless cigarettes. No matter what the situation was, he had always been calm.
Calm and easygoing. Asuma had gone on many travels when he was young, so he had a lot of knowledge, and his skill as a shinobi was even greater.
He was like a father, and he was like an older brother. It would be too expensive to treat him. If they split the tab, then he could comfortably afford it. Oh man, I should eat a bit more while I can Obachan, another serving! Chouji eventually stopped eating, for the time being at least. He looked satisfied, gulping down a cup of oolong tea in one go. When he was certain Chouji had started breathing again, Shikamaru spoke.
Had Chouji forgotten? In the first place, Shikamaru had gone out onto the streets with the intention of downloading a wedding present. Shikamaru was still undecided on what he would give as a present. After all, he had to think of something that both Naruto and Hinata would be happy with, and he was coming up pretty blank. Thus, Shikamaru had gone to visit Ino. Yamanaka Flowers.
As to be expected of Ino. She was very well informed when it came to the latest trends and fashions. As to be expected of a comrade from my team, Shikamaru thought, and felt relieved. Forget it. After that But apparently Chouji had forgotten the whole story in his meat-craze.
Even now, he was eating some ice cream. When had Chouji ordered ice cream? There were some things about Chouji that were beyond comprehension.
However, where Shikamaru was worried about the wedding present, Chouji was perfectly at ease. This was a complimentary ticket for a meal to one of the most expensive Ryotei restaurants in Konoha.
But a complimentary ticket for a meal there, as a wedding gift, was a thing of pure brilliance. But while it might have been an amazing wedding present, how could Chouji so easily let of a meal, and a high class one at that? Chouji, are you really the same guy I knew He was dumbfounded. A moment passed, and comprehension dawned. The ceiling fan was spinning around without stop as always.
The ceiling fan that continued to steadily spin around in silence. Chouji, who continued to quietly but determinedly eat his ice cream. Soon, lunchtime had already passed, and the customers in the restaurant became sparse. Peace had returned again to Yakiniku Q. Listening to the faint sound of the whirling ceiling fan in the now quiet store, Shikamaru continued worrying by himself. A complimentary high class meal. That was the present Chouji had prepared.
While it might not have had its bad side, why in the world was it for three people? Had that ryotei no sense? If it was three people, then of course Chouji would end up going! His mind imagined Naruto and Hinata getting a little dressed up for the uncommon chance to eat at a high class ryotei restaurant.
And, then, in the seat behind them. Ordering a second serving of his food as he attentively watched over them. No, right now, Chouji was fine as he was. In a way, it was a very Chouji-esque gift. Shikamaru straightened in his seat, and silently closed his eyes.
Whenever Shikamaru was thinking deeply about something -for example, his next move in his favourite game of shougi, or a complicated strategy in the middle of a mission- he had the habit of sitting in a certain way as he thought.
It happened naturally. It was the position that he could think best in. Shikamaru gathered his thoughts inside his head. Something that would be suitable as wedding present First off, it would be best if the gift was something practical and helpful. Kitchen appliances, or cookware. Matching bowls for a couple to use were a good possible option. Watches maybe, or a picture frame for the wedding photos, too. They seemed to fit the standard. Presents that could serve as happy memories of their wedding were good.
But they also had to be presents that would hold interest to both of them. After all, Ino had kicked up such a fuss over even getting something from the same shop, so getting the same present as someone else was logically just as bad, if not worse. The wedding was soon, so maybe getting a large bouquet would work as a gift? In its own way, it was a very wedding-gift-like thing. There was also the option of getting them foodstuff.
He could earn a gift certificate from a department store. But then how would he afford downloading enough to earn a gift certificate Money was.. Shikamaru slowly opened his eyes. Chouji was still eating ice cream. What to do At the end, one word had come to float pragmatically at the front of his mind: It was a good angle to focus on. In reality, it was likely that nobody would think such a thing. But honestly, giving money was an incredibly wearisome gift choice.
Shikamaru was still worrying without an end. Similarly, Chouji was still eating without an end. Wait a minute. Well, I said gochisousama Before that. About travelling in Snow Country. But you know I was just giving an example? Atrip for their honeymoon! They were just aimlessly walking around.
Shikamaru was finally free of his worries on what to get. Thanks to you, I finally thought up a good idea. Then, go and give it the once over to make sure everything was of good quality. Where would he be able to find Ino? As he and Chouji walked around, Shikamaru started glancing around storefronts. I can help.
The chances of them bumping into each other without any communication beforehand were, obviously, pretty much zero to none.
Even if such a coincidental gathering of friends had happened in a fictional play or movie, the audience would have criticised it severely, calling it an series of impossible coincidences. Just as Shikamaru thought that, Chouji let out a murmur. Reality was indeed an amazing thing. Surprising coincidences that seemed to come out of novels, like randomly meeting teammates, happened all the time. However, the sight that greeted Shikamaru after he let out his yell of surprise was a coincidence that was going to stun him even more.
Many people were always coming and going from Konoha, not just shinobi from other villages like Temari. There were shinobi coming to receive missions, shinobi returning from missions, clients who gave missions, and a great more variety of people. There was a continuous stream of visitors coming and going. Those at the village gates always kept an eye out for suspicious looking people or dangerous objects, inspecting and questioning visitors.
Temari, for example, was a shinobi from another village who carried a large tessen on her back. It was her favourite weapon of choice, a war fan that let her create a devastating gust of wind with one swing. But dangerous as her weapon was, Temari was a shinobi from an allied village, and there had been years of trust and cooperation between her and Konoha, so she was naturally given a permit to bring her tessen within the city limits.
We were just eating lunch and then She had a lot of troublesome duties to carry out. She was a sharp and capable person who aided her younger brother with her flourishing activities in diplomacy with other villages. Like today, she would casually come and go from Konoha to participate in meetings planning for the Chuunin Exams.
I thought it was definitely Ino and Temari was the best wind user in Sunagakure. No, she was probably the best wind user in the whole world of shinobi, or if not, second. She stood out for her accomplishments in diplomacy and rearing shinobi in non-combatant areas, but her personality was militant.
She was audacious and bold at heart, and generally suited to the battlefield with her belligerent attitude. It was likely because her personality was like that that she did so well in politics, but would it really be okay to ask Temari, a woman who woke gale after gale to do away with enemies on the battlefield, her opinion on a honeymoon for Naruto and Hinata? But, Ino had been classmates with Naruto and Hinata since childhood, so consulting with her seemed easier.
She was the type to point out all the latest trends and all. There was no choice but to be frank about it. Shikamaru felt strangely embarrassed. Finally, he blurted out: Even Shikamaru had been having trouble with it, and he was their classmate Shikamaru glared at the man with several grudging comments on his tongue. Chouji pretended not to notice and averted his gaze to look in a shop window.
While glaring unpleasantly towards the man, Shikamaru tried to switch the situation around. The end result was that the damage was already done, so he might as well hear her opinion.
It was perfectly understandable. That would be incredibly rude. Even Shikamaru knew that. For some reason, Temari was looking down and uneasily fidgeting. Shikamaru was convinced it was because she was troubled by the question. At this rate, there would be no progress. It would be best to offer his opinion first. An inn by the hot springs with good food is the best, huh. Shikamaru could feel all his worry draining away. It would be a fine wedding present for Naruto and Hinata.
Temari, on the other hand, looked like her composure had been disturbed. Temari had come here on business after all. I was about to go home. Shikamaru tilted his head, confused at her response.
Temari was acting odd today. What could be causing it? Flustered, Shikamaru looked at his friend. I have to eat dessert after meals. Chouji, change your mind. It was too reasonable for Shikamaru to argue against. Anyone would agree that it would make more sense for a man and woman to go check out an inn beforehand, rather than two men.
Shikamaru felt his face drain of colour. Chouji merely glanced over his shoulder at his friend, waved a hand, and then disappeared into the crowd. Shikamaru had gone completely and utterly still in utter dumbfoundment. Why Chouji?
Why did you want to eat sweet chestnuts that much? Even though you ate that much ice cream, why Does your stomach hold no end Those were the thoughts streaming through his numb, stunned mind.
Even though the streets of Konoha were always bustling with activity, the place where Shikamaru and Temari stood seemed strangely inactive. It was almost like they had a barrier around them.
They were both wrapped up in a dense silence. Shikamaru was too frightened to look Temari in the eyes. But, just then Shikamaru felt an abrupt tug on his sleeve. I'll go. How did the atmosphere get like this? Why is there such a puzzling tension He tried to objectively, and calmly analyse the situation.
Rather, it was common. Why did the atmosphere feel so strained? Shikamaru desperately wracked his brain for answers. The most likely cause was that deep down, Temari was fed up of being dragged into a troublesome matter. That was why things were different today. Good grief, the world was beyond predicting. While Shikamaru brooded, he and Temari crossed over a wooden bridge. There was a river streaming beneath it, with a light layer of steam rising from it.
It was river from a hot spring. There was a slightly cloying smell to the water, kind of similar to eggs. It was the hydrogen sulphide that was blended into the hot spring water.
The source was the volcanic belt Konoha was located atop of. A good large quantity of hot springs were present in this area, so much that in the old days the hot springs had been known as a healing area for injured shinobi. Now it was a tourist hot spot for attracting people from and outside the village.
They were passing a lot of such tourists as they travelled. Most of the tourists were usually dressed in yukata, with geta wooden sandals or leather soled sandals, and clothing that had the name of the inn or institute they were staying at.
That seemed to be the general dress code of the town. It was good for visiting the hot springs, or just walking around. Health and entertainment. The town had obviously developed by combining those two things, and many things other than inns could be found. A t most. He kept that up the whole night without a single new idea occurring to him.
Of course. Lee hadn t thought of any ot her ideas. Until he could think of a nice present besides dumbbells. I will repay Naruto-kun s friendship by putting my whole body and mind into finding the best wedding gift! Lee had declared to Kakashi. Lee s Personal Rule was in motion.
It had to be a present that nobody else would bring. Lee wasn t counting just running around the village border as one run. By the way. That someone was. Konoha s self-proclaimed Beautiful Green Wild Beast: Rock Lee. He came to a resolution: Until he thought of a gift. And although he d kept running and running.
At this time. Somewhere around his second run around the village. So there wouldn t be any landlords complaining about Lee running over the roofs. To see. There s something that I really have to tell you Neji said. His running had deteriorated to a delirious staggering. He had done absolutely nothing wrong. Neji Lee quietly murmured. Neji said. Lee had no words. When had that happened?
There was a pair of legs in Lee s vision. The sweat covering his body turned freezing cold. Th ey seemed to be watching him. Lee came to realise something: Someone was standing in front of him. Lee lay unmoving on the ground.
The fatigued and exhausted Lee let his eyes snap open again. But with Neji in front of him. Lee gazed numbly at the ground in front of him. For some reason or another. Maybe he was an illusion or maybe he was a ghost. Not to mention doing one handstand run around the village was par t of his normal training schedule. Lee was surprised that he hadn t noticed the person until now. His body had been burning hot ju st a while ago. Lee s legs buckled from underneath him.
That couldn t have been where he went wrong eit her. But he d exerted every single muscle in his body past the point of caution. Lee quickly rejec ted that thought. Why am I so incompetent? Lee squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Even though it s for a dear friend.
He had thought it would help give him a different perspective to think from. Neji understood it all. There were hundreds upon hundreds of things Lee wanted to tell Neji the next tim e they met. But then. He didn t even have the strength to try and soften his landing. Eight hundred and sixty four Lee s breathing was coming out in hoarse wheezes and puffs as he gasped out that n umber.
That person. It wasn t wrong. Could it have been that uncommon method he d tried of running backwards? Running without a break until you collapse.
He had finally reached his limit. Hyuuga Neji. Had he been wrong about that? But even if he didn t say anything. Lee slowly raised himself off the ground.
You re still the same as ever. To think that I haven t been able to come up with one good ide a. He had decided to find a worthy gift even if he had to put his life at stake. Neji crouched down next to Lee. Neji smiled.
So it was a dream Lee murmured to himself. A short. Lee looked over his shoulder to see a man behind him. They usually came i n those hastily taken naps in the middle of an extremely difficult mission. Most of the time. His life at least had been saved thanks to Naruto.
Lee dazedly looked around. Neji wouldn t appear. Lee sat numbly on the road. When Neji did appear. Neji s hand felt warm and encouraging. Might Guy. Whenever Lee woke up from those dreams. Eh wait Neji? Lee looked left and right. Pretty early on. The reason was that Gai. Most of his dreams were about things that had already happened. Lee suddenly thought it was likely that Nej i had appeared because he was concerned over how much Lee had been pushing himse lf.
It was a good thing that he hadn t passed out on the village boarder. We-weren t you going to give me some advice about the wedding presents I ve bee n so frantic about? Isn t that why you appeared? Lee got up with a start as he shouted for his friend. But only occasionally. A handful of years had already passed. A strong voice suddenly rushed out at Lee s slumped back. It was unclear whether he was finished with what he was saying or n ot.
More than stamina physical strength. Lee still occasionally saw Neji in his dreams. During the Fourth Shinobi World War. If I said this to Neji. The wind was blowing swiftly. Neji s death had been a long time ago. How would he reply? No need to say it. His figure got wrapped up in the morning mist. All things he couldn t say to Neji inside his dreams. Lee s dreams were usually about going through vigorous train ing with Neji.
But even now. It was his teacher of spirit. Gai had put his life at stake during his ba ttle with Uchiha Madara. Neji I I know. However Ga-Gai sensei Lee found himself at a loss for words. It would be Neji calmly ta lking about ond strategy or another.
Let s make a more dynamic frontal assault! There had been very few dreams were Lee could actually face Neji and talk to him. It was now morning. Lee was terribly. Someho w. When Lee was suffering. Gai said. That s my youth. Kakashi and Ebisu and Genma too. I thought that I d spend today travelling back and f orth all around the village. Lee and Gai were both racking their brains for an answer. Lee rushed over to his sensei.
Everyone in the village. Wasn t there a wedding present that combined the feelings he wanted to convey. From that day onwards. Such a feat would ve been absolutely impossible for anyone else. I ve decided to keep on proving the impossible to be possible. He wanted to become a ma n who would warmly encourage another lost and confused soul like himself.
Gai had lived his life in a wheelchair. Why would you want to do something like that There has to be a great number of people in the world who think you can t fly in a wheelchair! So I ve decided to prove them wrong with my own body. All would be well as long as the wedding present wasn t ordinary.
Gai gave a great battle cry. That makes me happy. How many years do you think I ve been spending youthful time w ith you? That s why from the very start I said to you nice youth this early in the morning. How about it Lee. How did you know?! It only took one glance at you to realise you d spent all night training and worryi ng about something. Gai spoke of such a terrifying notion with incredible ease and calm.
And it s very likely that you re concerned over the matter of wedding gifts. Lee got panicked by Gai s even shrewder question.
He had stumbled a few time s in his fatigue. The question suddenly occurred to Lee. Thank you. It was all the dirt left ov er from those runarounds. Gai s words deeply touched Lee s heart. That was a dream Lee held onto even when he was awake. I ve already done such training. He was co vered in mud. Even though I should ve retired long ago So. It was only after Gai said that that Lee realised how awful he looked. What kind of a present would embody the passion of youth? Was there really any such present in this world?
Well if anything represented youth. Lee s eyes opened wide in surprise at Gai s sharp observation. Lee had been stunned speechless because he couldn t fathom how his teacher had pos sibly managed to get onto the toolshed s roof with his wheelchair.
He wanted to someday become a magnificent man like Gai. Even now. He somehow managed to angle the wheelchair for a smooth landing. They had always been like that. Lee took courage from hearing Gai s words.
My morning training of course. If I was a bride. We should retrace our steps back to the root of this conversation. Keeping an eye on the baby as I clean its room. In that case. He had the ability to see beyond the surface and into the root o f the matter. Somehow their conversation had turned too philosophical. The me of today definitely thinks that Curry Pila f is betterWait. Gai may have seemed like an impulsive and clumsy person.
When Lee failed to contribute more to the talk. Gai asked another question. Could sweat and tears be turned into a gift somehow? To begin with. Let s think about it like this: Lee s gaze focused as he thought seriously about it.
In matters like this. Lee was desperately trying to think from the bride s point of view. His entire body stiffe ned like he d just been hit with a lightning release jutsu. The two men faced each other with their bowl cut hair and bushy eyebrows. But Lee. What was a wedding?
Something necessary for a wedding A wedding was a ceremony where two people who loved each other became husband an d wife. What kind of curry was better. We ve gone off subject to o much. Having a baby is a surprisingly serious matter.
Going shipping with the baby in my arms. So we should return. It was quite a spec tacle in the early morning. Their conversation reached its climax.
If the bride and groom aren t there. That s what s necessary isn t it? That s very poetic. That would be best. A useless ceremony without any meaning! Lee had been blind. Gai held out a hand and interrupted him. Lee said. A wedding ceremony without the bride and groom would just be a plain cerem ony. Let s think about this not from our perspective as the givers. To raise and look after a child. When you said burning youth the first things to come to mind would be sweat and te ars.
Lee felt like lightning had hit him along with Gai s words. Lee heatedly said. Yo u get the dumbbell for the right arm.
Lee became aware of a tear leaking out his eye. To protect one s house and family. Early in the morning. The merchant was very surprised to sell two dumb bells so early in the morni ng. One must skilfully develop their arm muscles for such tasks In that case. Lee peacefully said. His sensei had approved his i dea. His thoughts had not been wrong.
Gai sensei! Gai senseeeeeeeeiii! Lee sobbed. Very soon after their revelation. His joy was pure and simple. These weights we carry they will definitely be the best wedding presents! She was at the usual training grounds. Her usual training method. It was only deliberately trying to think of t he bride s feelings that let him realise that.
On that note Afterwards. Her usual marks. I too Lee sniffed. Thanks to Gai. Kakashi did in fact receive several complaints. Lee was left staring at the slowly disappearing sight of his Sensei s back in the wheelchair. Please have a look at this. As tears leaked out his cheeks.
So noisy! Her Everyday Life KA! The sounds splitting out with every hit were pleasant to Tenten s ears. Right from the start from my second round across the village I though t of that as well! Tears were rolling uncontrollably down Lee s face now. Gai nodded. In that instance. You were worried about Hinata. Lee nodded to himself. Today as well. I ll show you the wedding present I got. His heart felt light and clear. More than stamina physical strength Neji s words from that dream came to mind.
I finally understand Neji. Right now. Gai was crying too. A wedding wasn t something you did by yourself. I thought all the work that goes into fi xing up faults around the house. Lee had finally found a wedding present that suited his feelings for the couple.
Here we goooooooooo! The minute those words left Gai s mouth. And suddenly Lee realised that this whole time he had been thinking only of what to give Naruto as a wedding gift. Lee was ecstatic. Pest control and plumbing and carrying grocerie s.
The gifts that we should bestow are G ai grinned at Lee with delight. These d umbbells! Gai grinned at the strong look in Lee s eyes. For a long time. Wait for me please. That said. He could imagine Hinata tenderly ho lding a child. Konohagakure was full of a very youthful sort of weather. Gai yelled the up towards the heavens. She d head out to the training grounds in the early morning. This level of marksmanship in practice was something that anyone who called them selves a shinobi was well-versed and well-practiced in doing.
The answer Tenten had found was: Ninja Weaponry. To put it simply. Her usual pattern for breakfast was eating the steamed meat buns sold by a nearby shop. She d realised early on that she d never be the sort of ninja who could pull out large scale or complicated jutsus. Anyone who neglects their basics won t see tomorrow! Those were the words Gai had said when she d first started being taught by him.
Wedding gifts. That was what Tenten devoted herself to. On days she didn t have missions. It was marvellous marksmanship. She usually ended up eating breakfast on the training grounds. It was also very normal for students who came from renowned shinobi households to have the skill taught to them by a parent or sibling even before e ntering the Academy.
Ever since the old days. Because as soon as Tenten knew what her limits were. It went without being said that she aim ed to be more skilful than any other shinobi when it came to common weapons. His words had made a very big impression on the young Tenten. She didn t have that s ort of weak mindset. And when she found the a nswer. Tenten usually headed out to training before she ate her breakfast. In Tenten s case. Tenten had never been a ninja with mastery over a wide variety of jutsu.
Her feelings. What should I do Tenten murmured to herself again. Another KA! Handling weapons like shuriken or kunai was the norm for anyone who called thems elves a shinobi.
If you asked why Tenten was still practicing such a basic skill. A handful of shuriken were flung from her hand this time. Lee who was standi ng next to her. Tenten still took Gai s teachings to heart and continued to diligently practi ce her basics to this very day. She expressed her thoughts with her actions. Lee and Neji were both learning and training along with her.
Even the crudest blade had a beautiful side to it. Tenten learned taijutsu fiercely under Gai s tutelage. In time. That s wh y Tenten didn t skip a single day of practicing the basics.
He r current self was continuing to train with the goal of becoming the number one master of Ninja Weaponry. It was because a kunai was plain and dull that it was so charming. She looke d twice at the weapons she held in her hands. Tenten forged herself a unique path to walk on. Because no matter how stro.
T enten had become completely enraptured by the charm of Ninja Weaponry. Tenten s level had come to the point where her taijutsu was superior compared to every other shinobi but he r teammates. Her thoughts were devoted to Ninja Weaponry more than anyone else s. Tenten didn t have t he ability to so much as consider doing that with her own hands. They d influenced her greatl y. Tenten had spent time with them. They didn t understand a thing.
I m the most incapable within this team. So she could be equals with Lee and Neji. Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. In the midst of all her training. Gai and the rest could break a boulder with their bare fists. Tenten did end up polishing her talent for space-time jutsu. And Neji had always be en called a genius in the jutsu of the Gentle Fist passed down in his renowned f amily.
That was how Tenten thought.
By that time. Back in her Academy days. Lee and Neji Tenten watched their hardwork and talent more close than anyone. Lee admir ed him. That was why she armed her hands with kunai. So she could walk alongside them.
Gai s name was renowned for being the best Taijutsu user in the village. Every day. But she had to make sure her aim was superb. That was the thought that nagged Tenten every second of her training. Tenten hadn t said her thoughts out loud back then. Team Gai had the highest level of taijutsu competency in the entire village. When it came down to it. The sight of her kun ai smoothly slicing through a target. Tente n. Her body. Stifling a yawn. S he was almost on the verge of sleep when a single thought broke into her mind: Other than a kunai.
She ended up s pending the rest of the night growing more and more agitated when she couldn t fin d the answer. When Tenten had first heard about the wedding gift business. All of that was why Even though these basic skills were things that anyone could do. It was a natural result of her hard work. Tenten moved forward to collect her shuriken and kunai from whe re they had been embedded on the many targets.
Other users usually used the stakes for when they were training in taijutsu. I can t think of anything! For a while. There were lots of posts sticking out on the training grounds that Tenten freque nted. But Tenten still always started out practicing by throwing kunai into the middle of still targets.
She wou ldn t have the luxury of aiming from a standstill either. And so her dedicated training eventually bore fruit. Her skill increased to the point that if you now asked any of her comrades who the best weapon user was. To constantly practice a basic skill that anyone can do. Thanks to that. Some of them were as tall as a normal person. I wonder what sort of a gift would be good?
Tenten was shocked when she couldn t immediately think of anything. If you stand still. I ll give them some custom-made kunai! She had made her decision. In actual combat. The world had to be able to see that. She eventually ends up throwing the kunai hundreds and hundreds of times. She was no longer thinking about downloading weapons as a gift. H er train of thought had long left that option behind.
She was surrounded by targets that were covered with kunai and shuriken. Be it kunai or shuriken. She approached those targets. But today. The thing was that. That s not all I am. It was the latest in cutting ed ge technology. She collected both common and rare types of kunai. It would be best to keep them on display a t home. You coul d carry out an assassination anywhere. Something was nagging at her. If she could find a wedding gift other than a custom-made kunai. Kunai really were the basics of Ninja Weaponry.
Tenten started sharpening another kunai as she brooded. She lived her life wit hout any thoughts for romance or femininity. I have a flying guillotine too.
She d gaze at it in satisfaction and think alri ght. You re wron g. Tenten herself had always been getting caught up in thinking about shuriken or k unai or flying guillotines. It was a happy occasion. First there were those rare kunai with engravings on it.
Ninja Wea ponry Was it really okay for a young woman to be like that? On that note. So naturally. And if those ended up running out too quickly. It vexed her. If she went on like this and. This was what had been bothering her.
I m not just some kunai woman. There was a d evice you could wrap around your wrist. They were a work of art. But was it really okay for her to be like that? She d collected a large and varied enough collection of Ninja Weaponry to open her own store if she wanted to. Hearing about someone close to her getting married suddenly made one disturbing thought fly into Tenten s mind and re fuse to leave: Was it really okay for her to be like this?
From morning until night. Tenten had strong feelings about them. But Was it really okay for her to be like that? It wasn t a good idea. Naruto and Hinata were getting married.
She had collected both common and rare weapons. What was bothering her? The truth was. And her latest favourite fashion was definitely wrist accessories. Her hands silently played wit h one of the kunai she d collected. That was how Tenten ended up unconsciously covering an entire wall in her house with her kunai collection.
She only had to hear the weapon s name before deciding s he liked it. She couldn t carry those on missions. The convenience was brilliant.
Wouldn t that just be too predictable and ordinary? Ever since last night. You could never have too many kunai. But well. There was nothing strange about it. She was incredibly pleased with it. And then. What on earth are you doing?! Lee was unmistakably dressed like a woman. If you re wavering.
The only person who d be running around with such a loud voice this early in the morning was Lee. Lee waved enthusiastically as he ran towards her with a smile. She had to properl y manage her finances if she wanted to download a gift.
The kunai she d been unconsciously sharpening in her hand was now dull but shiny. Realistically speaking. The thought of having to admit she was a woman with no merit besides Ninja Weapo nry made Tenten feel awful. And was that red smear on his mouth lipstick? He d eve n made his eyebrows larger no. On top of everything else. Tenten s eyes grew wi de at the state of him. Tenten is someone with a great sense of aesthetic beauty! Those reactions would be good. You know. A housewife.
Something that I can afford with my limited budget. From shops she d already been to before to smart-looking gener al stores. At this point. She hadn t been paying attention and done a bad job. Well then to sum it up Tenten closed her eyes. She knew who it was even before they came into her field of sight. If she didn t do something. There wasn t anything strange about being surprised by the way Lee looked.
It was beyond understanding. But when Lee s figure finally approach theed training grounds. He d even gone as far as to wear an apron over the dress. Have you a lready decided on the wedding gift? Tenten burst out. What kind of a wedding present would get those ki nds of reactions? The wedding was coming up soon. Her head was a mess. She didn t even understand what she was tryin g to say anymore. The person sounded lik e they were getting slowly getting closer. Something that doesn t kill people That would be!
I have no idea what that is! It was no good. Either way. She heard someone s voice calling her name from a distance. But it had been one of a kind she coul dn t not download it. That way. He looked like a middle aged housewife coming home from shopping. If it h adn t been Tenten.
Was that make up he d tried to put on his face? He d overdone the powder his whole fa ce looked unnaturally pale. Something that gives off the feelings of a young woman. That was Tenten s rule that had gotten her to make such a large weapon collection. Tenten concluded. She didn t have any more doubts. It was probably something that had started generations ago. She didn t understand. In that instant. And in that moment. Meat and Steam The flames shimmered.
Lee lifted up the dumbbell and cheerfully declared: Gai-sensei and I have decided to give dumbbells as wedding gifts! Lee explained. The pleasing sounds of weapons hitting their targets started to ring out again. The usual targets. This was Tenten s everyday life.
I t protected people from both the cold and foreign invaders. Tenten was very confident. When it came to Lee and Gai s antics. Wh-what is this?! Why in the world are youI got it for the bride. In those days. She felt relieved.
Lee gushingly answered. I ll be continuing with my training! With that get up?! Tenten failed to keep a straight face. I wonder why people always find it so calming to watch fire? That curious thought suddenly entered Nara Shikamaru s head.