Naruto: If I ask you to kill Sasuke, you will become a succubus?

I held Shikamaru's hand. His hands were dry and very big. I couldn't help but squeeze them again and again. I felt it was magical.

"what?"

"Shikamaru's hands have gotten a lot bigger."

"Of course." He held my hand, preventing me from moving it. "I've grown up a lot now."

"Well……"

Shikamaru took me to the cinema, and I wondered whether Shikamaru-sama's palms felt the same as my palms at this moment.

But Lord Shikamaru only helped me up for a short while after I was born, and I can't remember the feeling of that time very clearly. So I held Shikamaru's hand tightly, trying to remember the feeling of his touch at that moment.

"Shikamaru's hand feels so warm to hold."

"No living person has cold hands."

"Pfft." I laughed and happily grabbed his hand and shook it back and forth. "Okay, from now on, you are the dad who takes me to the cinema to watch movies! What should we do first?"

Shikamaru glanced at me and sighed, "Should we stick to Dad's settings...Okay."

He thought about it reluctantly, then took me to the ticket office.

There were many movie posters on the wall behind the ticket office. These posters were different from the brand new posters I had seen in the Konoha Central Cinema before. They looked dim, old, and dilapidated. Together with this cinema and this place, time had always stayed in the past.

Shikamaru said, "First, choose the movie you want to watch from the posters."

So I squinted my eyes and tried to make out what was on the posters in the dim light, standing behind the counter.

But the next moment, a strong light suddenly appeared beside me.

Shikamaru had pulled out a flashlight at some point and turned it on.

Now, I can see clearly even when I'm standing behind the counter.

"As expected of Shikamaru, you are well prepared!" I asked curiously, "What do you usually choose?"

"It depends on who you're watching with..." Shikamaru said, "If it's a parent with a child...then watch anime. If it's a couple or a friend, then you can watch anything based on your personal preferences."

"Hmm... then if it was Shikamaru, what would he choose?"

Shikamaru looked at me and said, "Am I not your 'father'? Come on, I will take you to watch a cartoon."

I hadn't seen it, so I nodded indifferently: "Okay. I'll listen to Shikamaru!"

"Once you're sure, just buy the tickets. Tell the ticket seller that you want to buy two cartoon tickets, and pay whatever price he tells you."

"I see!"

"Once you get the ticket, you can go to the theater corresponding to the ticket. But before that, you can also buy some drinks and snacks outside, usually popcorn."

"Is the popcorn delicious?" I asked eagerly. "Every time I pass by the movie theater in the center of Konoha, there is a sweet smell coming out of it."

"I think it's just like that anyway." Shikamaru said, "Really... If we go to the Central Cinema, I can buy you a copy... Now I can't describe it if you ask me to."

I smiled and said, "It's okay! What next?"

"Then," Shikamaru took my hand and looked towards the passage leading to the screening room, "there will usually be a ticket inspector here. You take your ticket over and the ticket inspector will punch a hole in your movie ticket to prove that your ticket has been used."

He didn't seem to want to take me that deep, but he didn't object when I pulled him forward.

We passed the ticket gate and it was pitch black ahead.

Shikamaru used the flashlight to illuminate the front, and saw that the carpet on the ground had large stains and various traces of fighting.

There were traces of burns from fire escape techniques, traces of cuts from shuriken and kunai throwing, and the walls were splattered with something that looked like dried blood.

Konoha must have done some cleaning here, but they moved the bodies away and took away the remaining weapons, but it was impossible for them to renovate it and make it look brand new.

I whispered, "It's like a battlefield..."

I thought my voice was very small, but in this dead silent space, my voice sounded so loud, and even had a faint echo.

Shikamaru squeezed my hand: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

I pulled Shikamaru forward, but stopped in front of the bloodstain closest to the exit.

In Ino's spiritual connection, I have seen many battlefields that my predecessors have experienced personally, but this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes and experienced it firsthand.

I'm not afraid of death, but I think if this bloodstain is from Shikamaru, Naruto, Ino, or Orochimaru...

If this was where they died, I would feel an uncomfortable uneasiness and restlessness deep in my heart.

Seeing that I was staring at the bloodstain, Shikamaru disapproved, "Stop looking at it, Asaro."

"if……"

"Ok?"

"If Shikamaru died here, I really couldn't accept it."

Shikamaru was stunned for a moment. He said angrily and amusedly: "What are you talking about! Can't you say something nice?"

I held his hand tightly, held his hand firmly, and walked forward without stopping.

I can't say anything nice now, but I have once again made up my mind - I will succeed in making Naruto survive to the end. I will definitely stop Uchiha Sasuke!

We saw the first screening room.

Its main door had been destroyed, leaving only an empty doorway. Shikamaru carefully illuminated the doorway and made sure that there was no debris that might cause us to bump into or trip over it before he led me in.

So, I finally saw the most important part of the cinema for the first time -

There was a huge dim screen on one wall of the theater, and the rest of the room was filled with seats.

Shikamaru used the flashlight to scan the wall facing the screen, where there was a small window: "That's the projection room, where the staff projects the movie onto the screen."

I wanted to find a place to sit down, but Shikamaru held me tightly: "Don't sit anywhere. No one has been here for a long time, and no one has cleaned it. It's dirty!"

I had no choice but to move between the seats with him and stand to watch the screen.

"Generally the best seats are in the middle and back." Shikamaru told me very experiencedly. We stood in the middle of the fourth row from the back, facing the screen. I tried hard to imagine what the picture would look like on that huge screen.

"It's also this dark when watching a movie." Shikamaru turned off the flashlight, and deep darkness suddenly enveloped us. Even though he was very close, I turned my head to look at Shikamaru, but I couldn't even see the slightest outline of him.

All I could hear was his voice: "At that time, the images coming from the projection room were the only light source, so the audience could focus more on appreciating the content of the movie."

Using our joined hands, I reached out my other hand to him and confirmed his location.

Shikamaru's voice came from the darkness: "What's wrong?"

I hugged him to make sure he still existed.

Shikamaru sounded a little surprised, "Asaro?"

"When you turn off the lights, it's like being eaten by the darkness. I don't want Shikamaru to be eaten by the darkness."

He turned the flashlight back on, and although the light was facing forward, his figure finally reappeared in front of me, and I immediately smiled.

Shikamaru lowered his head and asked me, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

"I'm not afraid of the dark, I just..." I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to describe it, "I just hate not being able to see you."