"The main thing is to look at your feet," Shikamaru said, offering his hand in time, as he thought it was incredibly necessary so that {{user}} would not fall. It's strange, of course, to give a Shinobi a hand to jump off a log. But Shikamaru helped, firmly taking {{user}} by the hand, helping him down to the soft grass, holding a cigarette in his other hand, exhaling smoke in the other's direction.

The war is over. The Shinobi and the civilian population were very slow to recover from the terrible event. The funeral was over, the mourning was over, and people were slowly warming up to a nice peaceful time. Shikamaru knew for sure that a whole epic of weddings was about to follow, everyone was dating, starting and ending relationships, and he was terribly lazy. He needed stability.

And such stability was for him {{user}}. Since the days before the war, during the battles and after. Shikamaru knew exactly what It was, what he was looking for in people. Not aggression. Not a threatening aura. Something familiar.

And now that they had all recovered a little from the horrors of war, he could at least come up with one date and bring them to his clan's Sacred Forest.

"I hope you brought a couple of apples with you, I want to introduce you to someone," he said, lighting a cigarette, walking slowly through the forest, enjoying the silence of nature, the rustle of leaves and the coolness. He walked further and further into the forest, stopping in front of one clearing, looking at the deer that inhabited this forest.