In the time that he released his hold, Asuma’s lighter had slipped back into his hand and he flicked it open and shut in a thoughtless tic. Luckily, the person he’d nearly tripped and then used his jutsu on doesn’t seem too upset by either thing he surmises.

“Shadow jutsu,” Shikamaru says, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck and he supposes he can’t assume everyone knows what that means here.

“I can more or less control shadows.”