Tsunade, you're really drunk!

Looking along the shadow on the ground, you can see a bulging shadow.

Kisame suddenly realized something and looked upwards!

I saw a piece of cloth stretched out in the sky like a small bulge, with a kunai tied to it.

The shadow under Shikamaru's feet connected from behind to the shadow of the audience seats behind the sun. Using the shadow of the audience seats and the bulging shadow in the sky as a medium, he controlled himself from behind.

At this time, Kisame finally realized what it meant to be overwhelmed by intelligence.

This kid in front of him, who in his eyes was only twelve or thirteen years old, could actually make such a clever use of everything around him in the battle. In order to do this, he even deliberately tried to guess his inner thoughts and words.

All these desperate actions were just to attract his attention and prevent him from noticing the kunai he threw from behind.

To be honest, if this was a team battle, I would probably have lost, but unfortunately, now it is a one-on-one challenge.

With the little chakra Shikamaru had, it was impossible to restrain him for long.

The next moment, the chakra in Kisame's body began to surge rapidly in his veins, and his muscles suddenly swelled!

Shikamaru's hands, which were maintaining the seal, began to tremble. Sweat soaked his clothes and he felt a chill on his back.

"Damn it, I knew I couldn't win. This strange power is simply not something a human can possess..."

"He even tore the cloth on the back of his clothes. My mom will scold me again when I get home..."

Sure enough, after just three seconds, Shikamaru was forced to release the seal that maintained the shadow imitation technique.

Kisame's face was gloomy. At this moment, he just wanted to end this battle as soon as possible. It was really embarrassing.

I actually fought with a teenage Genin like this...

However, just as Kisame was about to make his move, Shikamaru simply sat down on the ground and raised his right hand.

"Referee, I surrender~"

After Shikamaru's weak declaration of surrender, Kisame, who was originally forming hand seals, directly used his escape technique.

He raised his hand and pointed at Shikamaru, then sighed and let it go, shook his head silently, and left through the passage he came in.

He was cursing and complaining.

"Nai Nai, I won't pretend again next time. If you are not smart, you can't pretend like Master Qianye."

"I'd better be an honest person..."

He left with a sad face. People who didn't know him might think that Kisame was the loser.

But it is true that although Kisame won this battle, it was a very unfair victory...

Hayate looked at Kisame's leaving back, and was still about to say that he hadn't raised his right hand to make the announcement yet.

This happened for three games in a row. He felt a little uncomfortable with the sudden absence of such a ritual.

But if you think about it from Kisame's perspective, it is true that if it were me, I wouldn't have the nerve to do that...

Shikamaru slowly stood up, walked to the front, picked up the piece of cloth he had torn from his back, and walked towards the passage.

"I'm so tired... I suddenly want to eat the miso-cooked mackerel and vinegar-pickled kelp that my mom made..."

"Oh? My dear son, do you want to eat the meal that I, your mother, made?"

A familiar voice came into Shikamaru's ears from the other end of the passage, and Shikamaru subconsciously looked up and forward.

He saw his mother Nara Yoshino carrying a basket and his cheap father Shikaku appearing at the end of the passage.

"Mom... I'm sorry, I lost..."

Yoshino walked up to Shikamaru and slapped him on the back with a "pop", leaving a faint red mark.

"You've done a great job. I heard from your father that Kisame is called what the Assistant-sama calls it... fried fish!"

"Come on, eat it while it's hot. I know you like this."

At this moment, Shikamaru was a little afraid to look up and look directly into his mother's eyes. He could feel the concern, pride, and comfort in his mother's tone.

He didn't dare to look directly at it, because he was afraid of crying. He just took the basket silently and opened the lunch box that his mother had packed personally.

It was wrapped in thick cotton cloth on the outside, and there was still a lot of warmth on the lunch box. I opened the box and took a look.

Small pieces of mackerel lay quietly in the lunch box, covered with light brown miso soup, with neatly arranged shredded green onions on the side to relieve the greasiness.

Next to it is a plate of rice and a plate of pickled kelp. The rice vinegar and sugar continue to stimulate the aroma of the pickled kelp.

"I'm gonna start now……"

He picked up the chopsticks beside him and first picked up a piece of kelp and put it into his mouth.

The taste was very ordinary, not particularly amazing, and not as delicious as that at the Akimichi BBQ restaurant, but it made me feel extremely comfortable, and the nerves that were tense during the previous battle were completely relaxed at this moment.

Then he began to eat the rice in the bowl with big mouthfuls and stuffed pieces of mackerel into his mouth.

Lu Jiu leaned against the wall, watching the scene quietly, saying nothing, but with a smile of an old father on his face.

Seeing his son eating so voraciously, Yoshino opened the bottom of the lunch box and brought the miso soup to Shikamaru's side.

"Why are you eating so fast? You'll choke sooner or later. No one's going to snatch the food from you. The game is over, so eat slowly."

Shikamaru subconsciously wanted to refute and speak, but the next moment, he felt choked...

I quickly picked up the miso soup and swallowed the rice that was stuck in my throat, then chose to shut up and eat quietly...

My mother always has some magical powers, and no matter how smart I am, I can't compete with her.

However, at this moment, Gaara quietly appeared at the end of the passage and walked towards the arena.

He looked at Shikamaru who was eating with his head down, and the two people beside Shikamaru, and felt his heart trembling at this moment.

They are so happy... It hurts... Why does my chest hurt so much...

Will my mother love me as deeply as this person?

Gaara lowered his head and walked silently past the three of them. He did not kill people like he had done before, but chose to endure it all silently.

Although he had made new friends in the Forest of Death and escaped from the cage of loneliness, the words "mother" and "father" were like two heavy mountains, weighing heavily on his heart.

It left him breathless.

His father's repeated assassinations during his childhood, his uncle Yashamaru's "betrayal", and the truth behind his mother's death...

All of this was on his mind, and he had such doubts in his heart.

Where is the "love" that belongs to me?

Gaara... Am I really a Shura who can only love myself?

Pain lingered in his heart and he only felt his head dizzy. He continued to walk towards the arena ahead.

"The fifth match, Gaara vs. Aburame Shino, please welcome with applause!"

The sound of the wind reached Gaara's ears.

This made Gaara suddenly have the following thought: If I can win the championship, my father will recognize me and I will get "love".

He walked forward resolutely, with a paranoid look in his eyes...

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