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"Next match, Shikamaru Nara versus Temari."
In a corner of the stands, Shikamaru Nara had practically shrunk into his chair, his lazy face filled with resistance.
"Ah... what a drag."
Shikamaru scratched his pineapple-shaped hair and sighed so loudly that even Choji beside him stopped eating his chips.
"All this fighting really isn't suited to a pacifist like me. If only I could forfeit and go home to sleep."
Before he could finish complaining, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and gave him a hard shove in the back.
"Quit dawdling! Get down there and show them what you've got!"
Naruto Uzumaki put all his strength into that shove. Shikamaru went straight over the railing and landed with a splat on the Arena's yellow earth, kicking up a ring of dust.
"Cough, cough... these violent maniacs."
Shikamaru climbed up, covered in dirt, and brushed himself off, looking across at his opponent with a face that said he had nothing left to live for.
The female ninja from Sunagakure named Temari was already standing there.
She carried the enormous Three Star Fan on her back, her blond hair tied into four ponytails. She wore a pale purple short dress, with mesh lining hugging her thighs and outlining the explosive power in her legs.
The wind blew, gently stirring her skirt and exposing large stretches of snowy-white skin.
Son Goten sat in the stands, playing finger games with Hinata in his lap. When he caught sight of the field out of the corner of his eye, he immediately perked up.
He pulled Hinata closer into his arms and rested his