Despite all that Lee had learned over the past few shifts, he still didn't want to believe he was actually in some hidden place far away from the war, completely devoid of chakra and without a friend in sight. What would he do without Gai-sensei's keen insight, or the support of Neji and Tenten in battle? How was he going to keep up his training regime if he was being forced into structured activities and meal times?
And how would he ever explain his absence from the war once he finally got home?
Distracted by his troubling situation, Lee hardly recognized the call of his nurse's voice for lunch. He moved on auto-pilot, grabbing the chicken sandwich rather than grilled cheese (for more protein), and following along as the young man ushered him outdoors with cheerful words that rang hollow. Todd mentioned that "Bruce" was sure to love being outdoors while they had some sun. Lee ignored the name, knowing that correcting the man would yield unchanging results.
The crisp air revived the shinobi's spirits and unfogged his mind somewhat. While he was certainly stuck here while there were so many guardsmen around, he would simply had to do all he could to escape when night fell. A little lock-picking and then he would be long gone before the sun had even a moment to rise. But for now, he needed to train and eat.
Lee almost started in on his lunch when he noticed another young man to the side of the courtyard. He was facing away, but Rock Lee had an eye for fighting, and he could tell the man's stance was perfect. The kata were simple, but keeping up with the basics was key to fully realizing greater skills. Smiling, and expecting to make a new friend, Lee made his way over on light feet.
"Your stance is impeccable! Would you care for some..." The words died on Lee's lips as the man's features became more recognizable with proximity. He hadn't laid an eye on the young man in over two years, but there was no mistaking that face. Lee's already round eyes grew even rounder, and he backed up a pace, his voice registering disbelief. "... Sasuke-kun?"
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And how would he ever explain his absence from the war once he finally got home?
Distracted by his troubling situation, Lee hardly recognized the call of his nurse's voice for lunch. He moved on auto-pilot, grabbing the chicken sandwich rather than grilled cheese (for more protein), and following along as the young man ushered him outdoors with cheerful words that rang hollow. Todd mentioned that "Bruce" was sure to love being outdoors while they had some sun. Lee ignored the name, knowing that correcting the man would yield unchanging results.
The crisp air revived the shinobi's spirits and unfogged his mind somewhat. While he was certainly stuck here while there were so many guardsmen around, he would simply had to do all he could to escape when night fell. A little lock-picking and then he would be long gone before the sun had even a moment to rise. But for now, he needed to train and eat.
Lee almost started in on his lunch when he noticed another young man to the side of the courtyard. He was facing away, but Rock Lee had an eye for fighting, and he could tell the man's stance was perfect. The kata were simple, but keeping up with the basics was key to fully realizing greater skills. Smiling, and expecting to make a new friend, Lee made his way over on light feet.
"Your stance is impeccable! Would you care for some..." The words died on Lee's lips as the man's features became more recognizable with proximity. He hadn't laid an eye on the young man in over two years, but there was no mistaking that face. Lee's already round eyes grew even rounder, and he backed up a pace, his voice registering disbelief. "... Sasuke-kun?"