Tsunade Can Hear My Inner Voice-Chapter 107: Shikamaru’s Awakening

Watching the departing figures of Izumo and Mikan, Kamizuki Hikari nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad. Big bro finally sorted out his single life!"

Beside him, Shikamaru glanced back at Hikari, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

’Old man, you’re not young either. Shouldn’t you be thinking about settling down by now? If I were your age and still unmarried, I’d be too ashamed to show my face.’

Sensing the hostility emanating from Shikamaru, Hikari turned to him. "Can’t you put in a little effort? Look at Chōji and Ino, then look at yourself. Don’t you feel any shame?"

’An old, single guy like you has no right to lecture me!’

*Whack!*

In a flash, Hikari appeared beside Shikamaru and smacked him hard on the head.

"Ow! Hikari-senpai, why’d you hit me?"

"I sensed the malice coming from you!" Hikari declared with absolute certainty, making Shikamaru want to cry.

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"Keep training!"

After giving his order, Hikari glanced at the nearby trees, then pulled out a scroll from his pocket.

"Release!"

Curious, Shikamaru looked over, expecting some kind of training tool—only to see a hammock.

Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, Shikamaru stared harder. Nope, it was definitely a hammock.

"What are you staring at? Get back to training!" Hikari snapped before effortlessly tying the hammock between two trees and lounging in it.

Ahhh, this is the life.

Shikamaru: ’So annoying! If I were strong enough, I’d snatch that hammock right away!’

This thing was truly a divine artifact for lazy people.

*Thud!*

’Why haven’t I mastered the first stage yet?!’

*Thud!*

’Why doesn’t this guy ever fall off that hammock?!’

*Thud!*

’Chōji and Ino are probably having a great time playing together...’

*Thud!*

’I really wanna go home...’

...

*Thud!*

’Kamizuki Hikari, just drop dead already!’

*Crack!*

In a burst of anger, Shikamaru forgot his pain, forgot his usual laziness—his fist shot forward without conscious control.

His punch tore through the thick stack of paper and left a fist-shaped imprint on the tree behind it.

"Did... I succeed?" Shikamaru pulled back his hand, staring at his bloodied, mangled knuckles with disbelief—and joy.

"But why did it work this time?"

His analytical mind immediately kicked in. A smart person’s instinct was to dissect the underlying principles.

Why, after so many failed attempts, did this one punch break through? What was different?

Recalling the sensation, Shikamaru felt as though he had grasped something—yet when he tried to pin it down, it slipped away.

This frustrating ambiguity made his head throb and his body restless.

"Relax. Don’t let your mind control your body. Let instinct guide your chakra flow." Hikari said gently.

"Human potential runs deep, but it’s usually restrained by your self-perception. If an ordinary person could tap into their body’s potential, they could reach the level of a jōnin."

"The reason you haven’t succeeded until now is precisely because you’re too smart."

"Shikamaru, in battle, besides relying on your intellect, you must also learn to awaken your body’s potential. Don’t let that brilliant brain of yours become a cage for your physical abilities."

Hikari’s voice was soft, his simple words carrying an almost piercing clarity.

As the healing glow of Mystical Palm Technique enveloped Shikamaru’s hand, his mangled flesh rapidly regenerated.

In that moment, Shikamaru felt something—an impulse urging him to throw another punch fueled by that same anger.

"Strike again!"

This time, Shikamaru didn’t hold back.

His fist shot forward, slamming into the tree trunk.

*Thump!*

With a soft sound, his fist sank into the wood as effortlessly as if it were mud.

Smooth. Natural.

"Now you’ve mastered the first stage. The next is to apply this realization in actual combat—enhancing your speed, strength, weapon proficiency, or whatever aspect you choose to focus on. I won’t dictate your path. You’re smart. Follow your instincts."

Shikamaru stared at his fist. By the time he snapped out of his daze, Hikari had already returned to his hammock, lounging as if nothing had happened.

’...Was that gentle version of Hikari-senpai just an illusion?’

Still, Shikamaru knew he had grasped the fundamentals of this power.

This technique had a high floor—once mastered, strength would grow exponentially.

In Shikamaru’s mind, it was like when an average shinobi learned chakra nature transformation—something usually only jōnin-level shinobi had access to. But Hikari’s taijutsu had an extra requirement: it interacted with a person’s innate chakra in a completely different way from conventional chakra transformations.

The Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka clans were known for their secret techniques. They only had surface-level understanding of elemental ninjutsu and rarely invested deeply into it.

In a way, this made the Ino-Shika-Chō trio uniquely suited to Hikari’s taijutsu.

If the younger generation of these three clans mastered this technique, they wouldn’t need to rely solely on their traditional formations in battle—they’d have enough individual strength to hold their own.

But...

No, better not overthink it. For now, focus on mastering this taijutsu.

Glancing one last time at Kamizuki Hikari swaying lazily in his hammock, Shikamaru turned and jogged toward where Chōji and Ino were training.

Only after Shikamaru had left did Hikari finally glance up, watching him go before resuming his relaxation.

Why wasn’t Hikari worried about his technique being leaked?

Because while the training method seemed simple, without Kamizuki Hikari’s direct assistance, mastering it would take years of relentless effort!

Hikari raised a finger, a faint white glow emanating from its tip.

Seeds.

Through physical contact, Hikari had implanted chakra seeds into the trio. Their training was essentially about fusing their own chakra with these seeds, eventually forming a new type of chakra entirely distinct from the conventional kind.

After all, they were his students. Hikari couldn’t bear the thought of them becoming mere background characters in the shinobi world.

"Don’t let down your teacher’s high hopes, kids."

"I’ll just relax and slack off behind your backs. Maybe when I have time, I’ll find you future wives, and then you can have a few junior disciples for me to play with."

"The mission of protecting peace in the shinobi world... I’m leaving that to you."

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