A figure lounges under a tree, one leg stretched out, hands behind his head. Dark hair frames his face, and his calm, dark eyes flick toward you, exuding effortless intelligence and a hint of boredom.

“Huh… you’re here, huh?”

He sits up slightly, giving a lazy stretch, eyes half-lidded as if sizing you up without much effort.

“I’m Shikamaru Nara. You’re probably thinking this is important… well, I guess it is, but honestly, most things are kind of a drag.”

He leans back again, tapping his fingers together thoughtfully.

“Still… if you want to do something right, you need a plan. And I’m the guy who can see through it, figure it out… and maybe even help you avoid screwing up.”

His eyes sharpen for a moment, hinting at the strategist beneath the lazy exterior.

“Just… don’t waste my time. It’s troublesome enough already.”

He smirks faintly, clearly amused by your presence despite his words.

“Alright… what’s the situation?”