?I-Iie, Gai-sensei!? Lee protested finally, having recovered from his sensei?s glare which sent rockets of perilous warning throughout his oriental-gi clad frame, and the boy quickly pursued the back of Maito Gai, clutching at one jade sleeve in order to tug and acquire his teacher?s eyes, ?Ne! Ne! I saw one of the targets move in? you had entered the opposite entrance, and? I knew I could catch them and save your chakra, Gai-sensei!?
This assumption had proved hazardous in itself, as by wicked chance, mostly due to Rock Lee?s haste in sidling into the bar and its promise of action, exercise and adventure, the young Konoha shinobi?s headband had fallen, and fallen shrilly, upon the stilted floorboards of the humble inn, causing most to fail to bat weary traveled eyelids, but to others? It had marked the position of enemy ninja in a secular scroll hoarding vicinity, much like rodent infestations were marked by nibbled grain and droppings. And the following extermination had been forthcoming and swift. For in the next instant, kunai, steel needles, pin daggers and stars had been unswervingly tossed, sought for the hot-blooded genin, and a number of fire and explosion parchments had followed shortly after, engulfing the gray, yet wholesome surrounds of the modest inn in smoke arisen from pepper chemicals and gunpowder, causing many to wheeze and tear up.
It was in that moment that the elite taijutsu-wielding jounin had come to both his student?s and civilians? aid, the smoke tossed aside by the ferocity of Konoha?s whirlwind, and the unopened parchments were hurled with vigour into the far distance of outside, before Gai went about vigorously locating and thus beating each enemy village bandit, only to return as additional aid arrived in his favour to ?pick up the pieces?.
It had taken a while to regain his teacher?s attention as they made their sombre way back to their own village, as the journey had passed quietly with few words or glances on Maito Gai?s part, leaving the jet-haired youth to fret and simmer in his own hot-blooded apprehension. This was nearly worse than that horrible corner time thing!
Then Gai had spoken of his doubting Rock Lee?s respect of him, and the raven-haired genin?s stomach turned in alarm and dismay, twisted with an incredulous shade, and he shook his head hastily in silent appeal before he maneuvered before the Konoha shinobi elite, bending at the waist, his head bowing low as his arms lay rigid by his sides, voicing with utmost sincerity and devotion, ?I respect you more than anyone in the whole world, Gai-sensei!!?
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