Ino?
No! Th-this... was this punched out, fist by fist?
S-so this... was a training ground?
Hearing Ino Yamanaka's abrupt, excited voice from upstairs, Shikamaru Nara subconsciously glanced up. But his gaze quickly snapped back to the scene before him, his expression slightly stiff.
At that moment, before him stood an utterly ordinary stretch of woods and a clearing.
Just an ordinary patch of woods and an open space behind the house.
There was nothing unusual about it.
In fact, aside from this clearing and the woods opposite it, there was nothing behind the house that looked remotely shocking.
Other than three wooden posts, there was nothing in this rather large clearing.
Yet it was this seemingly unremarkable sight that had shocked Shikamaru Nara so thoroughly that he had ignored Ino Yamanaka's excited cry.
Or rather, compared to Ino Yamanaka's words, which clearly suggested some major discovery, the clearing before him concerned him more.
Though... they had weathered with age, these had indeed been made by punches, one after another! They were all fist marks!
The marks on the posts were all fist marks! At that moment, his gaze was fixed upon those three wooden posts.
He could clearly see the uneven dents on two of the posts. Though all three were now covered in moss, though tiny fungi had sprouted from the rotting wood, though the leftmost post had snapped in half, with one section lying to the side and half of it already decayed, Shikamaru Nara could still tell that the dents on the posts had been made by someone punching them again and again.
That was right. These three posts had been used for training.
For taijutsu training! Looking at the dense fist marks, Shikamaru Nara could not imagine what kind of training someone had undergone to