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Shikamaru's POV – First Person

Three Years Later

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the formal robe for what felt like the tenth time. The dark green and black Nara colors looked more ceremonial than practical, but then again, nothing about this situation felt practical. My personal servant, a quiet and efficient man named Renji, hovered nearby, making sure every fold and crease of the fabric was perfectly in place. Renji had been with me since I was a child, and though he rarely spoke unless necessary, his presence had always been steady. Today, however, even he couldn't hide the tension in the air.

"It'll be fine, young mistress," Renji said, straightening the hem of my robe one last time. His hands were skilled, his movements precise. "You just need to go through the selection. Your father and brother have prepared you well."

"Prepared me for what?" I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "To sit in a room full of strangers and hope I don't say the wrong thing? Yeah, sounds like a great plan."

Renji didn't respond. He didn't need to. We both knew this was happening whether I liked it or not.

I had been dreading this day for weeks. Ever since my father and older brother, Shikaro, had made the decision that I would take part in the selection for the Emperor's harem. I wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea, but the Nara clan had spoken. This wasn't just about me—it was about the future of the entire clan. And refusing wasn't an option.

"I still think shouldn't go; If only Shikaro was able to" I said, more to myself than to Renji. But of course, Shikaro was the Sire heir of the Nara clan, too busy managing the family's affairs and marrying within the clan to secure alliances. Which left me, the Bearer, to deal with the harem business.

"Your brother's duties lie elsewhere," Renji reminded me, his voice calm. "This is your role, Shikamaru."

I sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders. "Yeah, I know."

Outside, my father was waiting. The carriage was ready to take us to the entrance of the Forbidden City. Renji handed me a final piece of jewelry—a simple silver clasp to hold my robe in place—before stepping back, bowing his head slightly.

"Are you ready, young mistress?" he asked.

"Not really," I replied, though I knew that didn't matter.

The moment I stepped out of the carriage, I felt the weight of the Nara clan's expectations pressing down on me. My father, Shikaku, stood beside me, hands folded behind his back, his expression unreadable. Behind him was Shikaro, silent as ever, though I knew he was here more to ensure the family's presence was noted than to offer any real support.

The entrance to the selection housing loomed ahead of us—massive stone gates guarded by a contingent of palace soldiers. Behind those gates was the world I'd be stepping into for the foreseeable future. A world that none of us had ever seen up close. The Forbidden City, and inside it, the Emperor's inner sanctum.

"You understand what's at stake," Shikaku said, his voice low but firm. "This isn't just about you, Shikamaru. It's about the clan."

"Yeah, I get it," I muttered, adjusting my robes for what felt like the hundredth time. Beside me, Renji silently stood, his own gaze fixed ahead, ready to follow me inside once I stepped through the gates.

"This is your chance to secure the clan's future," Shikaku continued. "The harem may not be involved in politics directly, but your standing with the Emperor will affect how the Nara are seen. Don't forget that."

I sighed. There it was again—the harem. The place where I was supposed to be one of many, competing for the favor of the Emperor. A man I had never met. None of us had. Naruto Uzumaki, the one who became Emperor three years ago, when his Sire—Kushina Uzumaki—died. Since then, he had been working on keep the nation safe and getting his bearer siblings married off for alliances with the of his mother the Dowager Empress, Minato Namakize.

I turned back to look at the gates, trying to imagine what it would be like inside. Servants, courtiers, and guards running the day-to-day operations of the city, all under the watchful eye of Empress Dowager. The Bearers in the harem didn't deal with politics or running the nation—that was Naruto's and sire family members of clan's job. But they ran their households and helped manage the Forbidden City, ensuring everything ran smoothly.

And somehow, I was supposed to become part of that world.

"I still wish Shikaro could've done this," I said quietly, knowing full well what the response would be.

"Shikaro has his duties," Shikaku replied, his tone brokering no argument. "Your path lies here."

I gave up. There was no point in trying to arguing as the only other member of the Nara clan that is a bearer and fathers child is to young.

"Renji," I called, glancing at him. "Let's go."

Renji bowed slightly, falling into step beside me as we approached the gates. My father and brother stood back, watching as I walked toward the next phase of my life. Once we stepped inside, the doors closed behind us with a loud thunk. I felt a knot form in my stomach.

The inside of the selection housing was every bit as grand as I had imagined. Polished floors, ornate tapestries, and servants moving swiftly between rooms like shadows. Renji, ever alert, stood close by, ensuring I had everything I needed. He wasn't the only servant here—every candidate for the harem had their own personal servant, all of whom were already attending to their masters.

I glanced around, noting the familiar faces. Ino, adjusting her bright purple and pink robes, with her servant, Mizu, carefully fixing her hair. Hinata was nearby, nervously smoothing down the front of her clothes as her own servant, a small woman named Hana, quietly handed her a comb. Neji stood off to the side, calm and composed, with his servant keeping a respectful distance.

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "It's like a reunion."

"Should I fetch something for you, young mistress?" Renji asked, sensing my unease.

"No," I said, waving him off. "I'm fine."

I wasn't fine, though. Not really. This entire situation felt off. We were all here for the same reason—to see if we'd be chosen to join the Emperor's harem. But the thought of actually being picked… of being bound to a man I had never even spoken to… it didn't sit right with me.

I found a quiet corner, leaning back against the cool stone wall. Renji stood nearby, respectful as always, but I could tell he was keeping an eye on me. He knew I wasn't happy about this. But there was nothing either of us could do. The decision had already been made.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. All I had to do was survive the selections. Get through this, and then… well, I wasn't sure what would happen next. But I wasn't planning on getting too comfortable here.

Still, a nagging thought tugged at the back of my mind: What if I am chosen?