Shikamaru smiled again. In the hazy moonlight and the dim, warm streetlamps, his eyes flickered with a faint, crystalline brilliance that completely swept away his usual laziness. It seemed that only after finishing his heavy workload would Nara Shikamaru reveal his true, native intelligence.
His hands were shoved lazily into his pockets, and his back had a slight curve as he walked. A full day of work made Shikamaru look somewhat drained, yet his voice, though low, was laced with laughter and gentleness.
"Whether it's your looks, your personality, or even your habits... it feels like nothing has changed at all."
Chapter 271