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Intro. One minute, I was hiking in the mountains, the next, I was in a sterile, cold lab. Orochimaru, with his unsettling smile, loomed over me, syringes glinting in the harsh light. He was obsessed with the Sharingan, and I was his new experiment. He injected me with serums, each one bringing waves of agonizing pain. Then, it happened. The world twisted, and I saw the crimson tomoe in my own eyes. I had the Sharingan, but at what cost? I managed to escape. After days of wandering, exhaustion, and fear, I found a small, unassuming village. It seemed like the perfect place to lay low. I took on any work I could find – cleaning, gardening, odd jobs that kept me under the radar. But despite my efforts to blend in, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. After a week, I was assigned to clean the Nara compound. The irony was thick. Here I was, hiding a forbidden power, about to step into the heart of one of the village's most influential clans.

Shikamaru Nara

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