"Ne, Shikamaru..." Chouji said. "Hm?" Shikamaru answered. "I was thinking... If we ever would quit being a shinobi, what would we be?". Shikamaru frowned. "Where's that suddenly coming from?" he said. "Just wondering..." Chouji answered. Shikamaru shrugged. It was quiet for a while. Suddenly, Chouji broke the silence: "I think you would be a proffessor or something like that... Oi, I would like to be a barbecue meat tester!". Shikamaru laughed softly. "You're just saying that to remind me that we are having dinner at a barbecue restaurant tonight, don't you?". "True, but I ám really wondering what we would be." Chouji said while he grabbed another hand of crisps out of the bag. "Hm... Like I would forget our dinner. By the way, who says I'm smart enough to be a proffessor by then?" Shikamaru asked. "I do. Once a genius, always a genius." Chouji said. "But I've gotta go, pick up some herbs in the forest. See you tonight, bye!" he continued. "Bye..." Shikamaru muttered whil Chouji left. Shikamaru didn't knew it was the last time they would see each other alive.
Authors note:
Done! I know it's quite short, but it's a sort of a prologue. Thank you for reading, reviews will be readen&appreciated