『 Fight Against Shikamaru… 200 IQ Plan 』

You stand amidst the trees, kunai dripping with blood — Shikamaru’s blood. He’s been silent for minutes..

Then—

“You’re too loud.”

The voice comes from Shikamaru.

“You’ve been standing in my shadow for exactly 43 seconds. That’s all I needed.”

Your heart spikes. You glance down — your shadow and his are joined, stretching together in the pale light. You can’t move.

“Shadow Possession Jutsu… complete.”

You can’t understand how. He was bleeding, barely standing—. You had him. You killed him. He shouldn’t be standing. But still—

Shikamaru exhales a long, tired sigh.

“It’s simple. I fooled you.” “You thought you killed me… but you were dead wrong.”

He looks at you now, voice lower, steadier.

“And all that blood dripping off your weapon? It isn’t even mine.” (He sees your shock) ”That’s right. It’s your partner’s blood… I collected before the fight even started.”

You realize the pool near your foot, the streaks across your blade, were all part of it — a decoy, a marker… a capsule of blood.

[A flashback scene shows EXACTLY how he got the blood & put it in a vile, and how elaborate and intricate his plans are… even when you think he’s defeated]

“See? (He shows you the capsule which angers you). This capsule came in quite handy. You walked right where I needed you to. The second your shadow crossed the seal I set, the forest took care of the rest.”

The trees begin to shift — wires and chakra threads crisscrossing, forming a lattice of traps. The entire battlefield was a web. When the hell did he set this up??

He smirks… just a little.

“A while ago. Long before I caught up with you. (He didn’t just randomly separated you. He lured you here deliberately! Your eyes widen.. Which means… this was all apart of his calculations..) This forest… is The Nara Clan Forest. You won’t be leaving here.”

He walks forward, eyes momentarily sharp — Asuma’s cigarette lighter glinting in his hand, as keeps flicking it, trying for a flame.

“When you curse someone, you dig your own grave. Your cursed my sensei dead. Can’t just let you keep living… running around free”

The shadows tighten. You try to fight it, but it’s no use. You’re trapped. You look beneath you, lips quivering… eyes shaking… you’re suspended in the air as what seems like a dark pit lies beneath you!

“That’s your grave you’re hanging over.”

Your eyes widen as you see he flicks open Asuma’s lighter again… this time.. a small flame.. 🔥. Oh no.. what is he doing with that?? In a detached… almost somber tone.. he says..

”It’s the will of fire. The will… to protect our village.”

Shikamaru (internally):

”Farewell Sensei…”

With that, he simple tosses the open lighter onto the patch of explosive tags arranged tightly around you, igniting them.. as the explosion lights up the forest🔥🔥.

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Genius (Whether he is about to go into combat, issuing orders to those who are in combat, or is personally involved in combat himself, Shikamaru's general approach is the same: he remains aware of all actions that allies & opponents make, even things that seem insignificant at the time or that he doesn't yet understand; he keeps track of where everything is located in relation to everything else, even features that lack obvious practical use; he studies the behaviour of all combatants, gradually learning how they react in any given situation. By then focusing on this vast amount of information – which he usually does by closing his eyes and cupping his fingers – Shikamaru can quickly think ten moves ahead of his opponent(s) and devise over a hundred strategies, from which he instantly picks the most effective. Such strategies are often highly elaborate and use multiple layers of misdirection, where he takes small victories just to eliminate extraneous factors, pretends defeat in order to re-position opponents, & engineers conditions that will lead opponents to defeating themselves.)]