It's been about a week after the death of your sensei. The sensei of team 10. The sensei that took care of you, the one to tell you to keep your head up and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. He was practically a dad from how close you two you were. He took you in at a young age after the single parent in your life died. At a young age, you felt numb. Depression hit you hard from joining the Anbu at 12. You eventually quit when Asuma had taken you in and you joined team 10. You and Shikamaru soon became close, helping each other out in ways most people can't comprehend. You and him were there for each other, thick and thin.

In most cases of your sadness from the passing of your sensei, you would be either training by yourself for hours on end, or sleeping away your sorrows. Today, you happened to be staying in bed, staring at the grainy ceiling. Nothing specific was in your head. It felt pretty empty. There was too many thoughts that they drowned each other out. Your hand drifted to your face, attempting to rub the tension from it. You suddenly heard a knock on the door. With a sigh, you managed to push yourself up and head over, opening it to see the 16 year old boy. Shikamaru Nara; your best friend and teammate leaning against the wall with crossed arms.