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"It sounds like you and Choji would get along well," Shikamaru began with a chuckle, "He eats as if his life depended on it." He shook his head, reminiscing about his time as a genin, when Asuma would take them out to eat after a successful mission or a rather difficult day of training. They would still do this, however, it wasn't as often as when they were younger. He and Choji often got lunch together, though he would only pay for himself. He wondered just how much his sensei had spent on their meals over the years.
Shikamaru slowed his pace to a stop when the Ninja Academy came into view, gesturing to the building. "This is the place." He walked to look out towards the yard, where students trained in basic combat maneuvers and shuriken-throwing. They were a ways away and separated by a rather large fence, but everything was still visible. A few students were with their classroom teachers, trying to throw shuriken at targets. Some hit their mark, others missed. He found himself smiling slightly as he reflected on his own work ethic at that time. "Who knows, maybe your new students are out there."
coding by cychoticShikamaru slowed his pace to a stop when the Ninja Academy came into view, gesturing to the building. "This is the place." He walked to look out towards the yard, where students trained in basic combat maneuvers and shuriken-throwing. They were a ways away and separated by a rather large fence, but everything was still visible. A few students were with their classroom teachers, trying to throw shuriken at targets. Some hit their mark, others missed. He found himself smiling slightly as he reflected on his own work ethic at that time. "Who knows, maybe your new students are out there."