Nara Shikamaru, Akimichi Choji, and Yamanaka Ino hid themselves within the thick bushes, not even daring to breathe loudly. Beads of sweat as large as beans formed on Akimichi Choji's forehead, rolling down to drip onto the leaves of the grass below.
Yamanaka Ino's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap right out of her throat.
Nara Shikamaru's gaze was filled with a mixture of tension and relief, and his clothes were already soaked through with sweat.
Chapter 107