Tsunade Can Hear My Inner Voice

A large hand was now gently stroking Akimichi Chōji's head.

"You trained hard today, son!"

"Dad, I want you to carry me on your back too!"

"Alright, hop on!"

Faced with his son's pleading, Chōza didn't say much. He simply reached out and lifted Chōji onto his back. That broad and sturdy back gave Chōji a deep sense of security.

Watching his two companions being carried by their fathers, Nara Shikamaru could only stare longingly at Shikaku.

"Come on, you're a grown boy now. You should learn to take care of yourself." Shikaku said bluntly, refusing without hesitation.

"Dad, look at how Uncle Chōza and Uncle Inoichi treat their kids! Can't you at least show me a little care too?"

"Nope, too much trouble. Shikamaru, you're a man now. How about you carry me for a bit instead?"

"No way! That's such a drag!"

"See? Neither of us wants to bother, so let's just walk like this."