Tyrant Shikamaru: Playing Chess in the Ninja World, Playing Against the Starry Sky

On the night when the Uchiha clan was exterminated, Nara Shikaku pressed his son in front of the family shrine: "From today on, hide all your cleverness." "There are only two endings for a genius in Konoha - early death or madness." Traveling back to Nara Shikamaru, there is no Uchiha's Sharingan, and there is no Senju's immortal body. There were only the Nara family's brains and the shadows wriggling in the dark like living creatures. He wanted to be obedient. Until the truth was pieced together from the remaining pages of the top-secret files that my father burned: "Father, do you think you can survive by hiding yourself?" "But if the entire ninja world is livestock raised by others—— Being clumsy is just waiting to be slaughtered first. " Shikaku was furious: "This is a problem that all previous Hokages have been unable to solve. Why do you—" "Just because they are all in the cage." Shikamaru's shadow spread ferociously behind him, "And I, from day one, knew how strong this cage was." He tore up his life plan of "stable retirement" and began to weave a web that enveloped the ninja world: Use false prophecies to make the five major countries hand over their military power, and use "defense agreements" to implant shadows into every ninja's body. He held Naruto up as an idol of light, hiding himself behind the scenes and controlling all shadows. "Tyrant?" When Shikamaru signed the execution order for the rebels, the shadow engulfed the entire ANBU interrogation room. "When you have seen how those 'gods' outside the starry sky harvest living people—— You will be on your knees thanking me for my tyranny. "