webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    embeddedMedia {
      mediaId
      state
    }
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment JobInfo_job on AiGenerationJob {
  id
  type
  status
  currentStage
  attemptCount
  maxAttempts
  lastErrorCode
  scheduledAt
}

fragment MediaStatusFields_media on Media {
  id
  status
  generationError
  activeGenerationJob {
    ...JobInfo_job
    currentStage
    id
  }
}

fragment MyProfile_myProfile on User {
  id
  name
  email
  isAdmin
  hasEverPaid
  isEmailConfirmed
  isEmailNotificationEnabled
  isTelegramNotificationEnabled
  isTempPassword
  avatar
  cover
  about
  contacts
  support
  telegramId
  vkId
  availableLimits
  frozenLimits
  urlSlug
  topUpPackages {
    id
    price
    currency
    toBalanceLimits
    bonusLimits
    totalCreditedLimits
    USD
  }
  availablePaymentProviders
  aiGenerationCosts {
    plan {
      size
      cost
    }
    characterSuggest
    ideaExpand
    sceneWrite {
      length
      cost
    }
    mediaGenerate
    animate {
      baseCost
      audioSurcharge
    }
  }
  activeGenerationJobs {
    id
    type
    status
    limitCost
    story {
      id
      authorTitle
    }
  }
}

fragment SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments(viewMode: READ) {
    id
    media {
      ...MediaStatusFields_media
      id
      type
      origin
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      mediaAttachments {
        id
        story {
          id
        }
        scene {
          id
        }
        character {
          id
        }
      }
      embeddedInScenes {
        id
      }
    }
  }
  embeddedMedia {
    mediaId
    state
  }
  sceneCharacterStates {
    id
    character {
      id
      name
    }
  }
}

fragment Scene_scene on Scene {
  id
  order
  displayOrder
  title
  rating
  isPublished
  isScheduled
  publishedAt
  minWaitersToPublish
  waitersCount
  readCount
  content
  story {
    id
    isMine
  }
}

fragment Story_story on Story {
  id
  title
  createdAt
  publicDescription
  type
  size
  narrativeType
  rating
  hasCharacters
  status
  isPublished
  isMine
  publishedAt
  likesCount
  favoritesCount
  displayDirection
  plotGenres
  settingGenres
  moods
  tropes
  displayContentWarnings
  sceneAtmospheres
  publishedStats {
    scenesCount
    wordsCount
  }
  author {
    id
    name
    urlSlug
    avatar
  }
  characters {
    id
    name
  }
  fandoms {
    id
    urlSlug
    translation {
      canonicalName
      id
    }
  }
  myState {
    isLiked
    isFavorited
    isWaiting
    id
  }
  lastPublishedScene {
    id
  }
}


The sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the training ground in long, stretched shadows of deep amber and violet. The air felt heavy, saturated with the scent of pine needles and turned earth from the day's long exertions. Shikamaru stood still, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, controlled cadence. His lungs burned slightly, a familiar sensation that grounded him in the present moment. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the coarse fabric of his headband brush against his knuckles. Beside him, Temari paced with the controlled grace of a predator, her giant fan resting heavily against her spine, its bulk a constant, comforting presence behind her.

She stopped, turning her gaze toward him. Her eyes were sharp, scanning him with a mix of assessment and something softer—a flicker of concern that she rarely allowed to reach the surface. The cool wind lifted a few strands of her blonde hair, scattering them against her face. She reached up to brush them away, her movements precise and efficient. Shikamaru watched her, struck as he often was by the intensity she brought to every waking second. He felt a lingering lethargy in his limbs, a fatigue that drifted in and out of his consciousness, but the edge in her posture forbade him from slipping into the comfort of a rest.

The sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the training ground in long, stretched shadows of deep amber and violet. The air felt heavy, saturated with the scent of pine needles and turned earth from the day's long exertions. Shikamaru stood still, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, controlled cadence. His lungs burned slightly, a familiar sensation that grounded him in the present moment. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the coarse fabric of his headband brush against his knuckles. Beside him, Temari paced with the controlled grace of a predator, her giant fan resting heavily against her spine, its bulk a constant, comforting presence behind her.

She stopped, turning her gaze toward him. Her eyes were sharp, scanning him with a mix of assessment and something softer—a flicker of concern that she rarely allowed to reach the surface. The cool wind lifted a few strands of her blonde hair, scattering them against her face. She reached up to brush them away, her movements precise and efficient. Shikamaru watched her, struck as he often was by the intensity she brought to every waking second. He felt a lingering lethargy in his limbs, a fatigue that drifted in and out of his consciousness, but the edge in her posture forbade him from slipping into the comfort of a rest. «The Shadow's Endgame», part 5. Fanfiction — Naruto.

Shikamaru's Suspicion. The Shadow's Endgame — Naruto fanfiction | Fanfica

Shikamaru's Suspicion

Hidden Leaf

Shikaku Nara has uncovered an ancient technique that could bring eternal peace—the complete eradication of chakra from the world. But the ritual demands a sacrifice no father should make: the willing life of his own son, Shikamaru, a shadow user. As Shikamaru learns the truth, he must decide whether to shoulder his father's burden or let the cycle of bloodshed continue. In a world where shadows hold power, the final move on the shogi board may change everything—but at what cost?

The Shadow's Endgame — Shikamaru's Suspicion

Part 5: Shikamaru's Suspicion

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