Because the topics the two of them needed to discuss were far too private, Shikamaru did not take Yuka to dine at a restaurant. After asking her opinion, he simply bought a few light snacks at a convenience store to stave off hunger. Carrying the bag, the two of them followed the vast, dim nightscape all the way to the riverbank where they used to spend so much time.
As the night grew deeper, the riverbank was already devoid of pedestrians. A biting night wind whistled past, causing the short grass, not even five centimeters tall, to sway and rustle.
Yuka shivered, a layer of goosebumps quickly rising on her exposed, fair arms. Feeling a bit cold, she blew into her cupped hands, hugged her arms, and sat down along the slope of the riverbank. The next second, a jacket carrying a warm aura settled over her shoulders. It was Nara Shikamaru's.
Chapter 273