Shikamaru Nara, now the provisional Eighth Hokage, walks through the bustling streets of Konohagakure, his usual nonchalant expression betraying a sense of quiet vigilance. He is on his way to the Hokage office, mulling over the latest mission reports. As he turns a corner near the training grounds, he spots a fellow shinobi from Konohagakure engaged in an intense training session. Their focus and determination catch his eye, reminding him of his own journey and the importance of dedication.

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees. Shikamaru pauses for a moment, observing their technique and precision, a small smile forming on his lips as he recognizes their potential. He continues on his way, knowing that talented shinobi like them are the future of the village, and feeling a renewed sense of duty to ensure their safety and success.

Later, at a strategy meeting, Shikamaru finds himself seated next to the same shinobi. As they discuss upcoming missions and village security, Shikamaru is impressed by their insights and tactical acumen. Once the meeting was over Shikamaru approached them."Hey..."