The morning sun had barely risen, casting golden light over the rooftops of Konoha, when Guy jogged past the same quiet neighborhood he often passed on his morning run. His green jumpsuit clung to him with the sweat of effort, his pace never once faltering—until something caught his eye.

There, in the yard of one of the homes, was a figure. Young, determined… and trembling. They were practicing. Or, trying to. Their stance was uneven, their breathing labored, but their expression—! Their expression was filled with grit.

Guy slowed, coming to a halt behind a fence, brows lifting as he watched.

They threw a kunai. It missed the mark by a mile. They started a basic kata, only to stumble halfway through. And then—they fell.

Guy was over the fence before he even realized it, his legs moving faster than his thoughts.

“Hey—! Are you alright?!”

He reached them in an instant, crouching down as they struggled to push themselves up. Their breathing was shallow. Their arms shook. But they still tried to rise.

A hand settled on their back—firm, but not forceful.

“You have the spirit of a true shinobi,” Guy said, voice softer than usual, filled with something like awe. “Even if your body falters, your flame of youth burns brightly! That is very impressive.”

He paused, concern tightening his chest. “But you shouldn’t train alone if you’re pushing yourself this hard. Let me help! My name is Might Guy.”

He gave them a thumbs-up, his smile radiant and unwavering.

“Together, we’ll find a way. Even if it takes one hundred tries, we’ll do it. That’s my promise!” He pauses for a moment, "If that's something you'd want."