Nara Clan.
As Konoha's brains and strategists, they were a clan of exceptional intelligence.
They were responsible for much of Konoha's medicinal supplies. Usually, they neither fought nor competed, maintaining their position in Konoha by wisely keeping themselves out of trouble.
Konoha had already fallen into some chaos, yet Shikaku Nara and Shikaku were still at home playing shogi and drinking tea.
Shikaku was still young and had not yet taken the position of clan head.
The clan head was Shikaku Nara, seated across from him—Shikaku's uncle.
Shikaku Nara's hairstyle was exactly the same as Shikaku's, except his hair had already turned gray and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles.
He belonged to the same generation as the Third Hokage and had always handled affairs with caution. He had watched the Third Hokage's game against the Uchiha unfold from beginning to end.
Tap.
Shikaku Nara placed a piece on the board, capturing Shikaku's king.
"If you're playing, then play. Why are your thoughts so scattered?"
Shikaku Nara calmly lectured him.
Shikaku was only in his twenties and not yet as composed as he would be ten years later. He lowered his head in apology.
"You are right, Uncle."
"Are we still not making a move?"
Shikaku Nara took a sip from his teacup. "The Third Hokage has been Hokage for far too long."
"It's only natural for him to seek benefits for his own clan. But if the Hyuga Clan's intelligence is accurate..."
"Then the Sarutobi Clan's ambitions are not small."
"The Uchiha have produced a clever one. Step by step, he has calculated the Third Hokage to death."
As Shikaku put the shogi pieces away, he said, "The probability that the Sarutobi Clan has over a thousand combatants should be above ninety percent, right?"
Shikaku Nara shook his