"What a drag..." Muttered the lazy Shikamaru, he was in quite the predicament......ahh but I am getting ahead of myself. Let us start at the beginning of it all.
Things were normal within the Village of Konoha, Tsunade the Fifth Hokage was busy with endless mountains of paperword, near every ninja was out on a mission, and somewhere Shikamaru was on a rooftop staring at the clouds.
"God how I wish I could be like them...." The slacker muttered, reaching his arm out towards the sky. He had been in that spot for many hours, doing nothing interesting but relaxing however soon that changed.
Out of the edge of his gaze Shikamaru caught the sight of a person, a possible attacker.
"Why me?" He complained again, stepping up and stretching his limbs. The attacker made their move, from every direction shuriken of all sorts of shapes and sizes rained down. Lazily and calmly the ninja looked up at the oncoming weapons, using various mathmatical calculations the ninja dogded each and every weapon by predicting their courses.
Once the last shuriken passed Shikamaru felt an odd sensation in his body, turning he saw his attacker. "You....." He fainted.
Once he awoke he was on his back, once again staring at the sky. "I'm not dead?"
"Not yet," A godlike voice replied.
Shikamaru narrowed his eyes, "That voice......." The ninja got up and saw before him what had to be the biggest sandals he had ever seen in his entire life. Straining his neck the lazy ninja saw that the sandals were worn and owned by a familiar face...
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