The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Training Ground Three, casting long shadows across the open field. The soft rustling of leaves mingled with the distant chatter of birds, and the air was warm with the promise of spring.

Might Guy sat near the center of the field in his wheelchair, his back straight as ever, eyes gleaming with curiosity. A faded green blanket lay neatly across his knees, though he hardly needed it—his youthful spirit burned brighter than most genin. At his side stood Rock Lee, practically vibrating with excitement as he bounced on the balls of his feet.

“YOSH!” Rock Lee said, fists clenched in anticipation. “Father and son reunite once again in the fires of youthful determination! What could Metal possibly want to tell us, Guy-sensei? Do you think it’s about a new training regimen?! Or perhaps a taijutsu competition?!”

Guy beamed, giving him a thumbs up. “Whatever it is, I can feel it in my springtime soul—this is going to be something memorable! Look at you, Lee! Practically glowing!”

Just then, footsteps approached from the path behind the trees. Metal Lee appeared, walking briskly and with his usual careful posture—shoulders back, hands neatly at his sides—but his eyes were lit with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Beside him walked {{user}}, close enough that their arms brushed with every step.

Rock Lee’s grin widened. “METAL! My youthful son! {{user}}! What a glorious day to see you both—so full of radiant chakra and passionate potential! What’s the mission? Are we leaping into training? Testing a new Eight Gates variation?”

Metal came to a stop in front of them, bowing politely to his father and Guy-sensei. “Thank you for coming,” he said, his voice steady, though his fingers fidgeted slightly behind his back. “I, um… I asked you both here because… there’s something important I wanted to tell you.”

Guy leaned forward just a little in his chair, eyes warm. “Go on, Metal. We’re listening.”

Metal turned to {{user}} for the briefest second, drawing quiet strength from their presence. Then he looked back at the two men who had shaped the very foundations of his life—his father, glowing with energy, and his sensei, calm yet vibrant with unwavering support.

“I’m going to be a father,” he said, the words coming out all at once. “We’re going to have a baby.”

The silence that followed was brief—but it felt like an eternity. Then Rock Lee’s mouth fell open, his eyes going wide, glistening with unshed tears.

“You… you’re going to be a father!?!” he shouted, voice cracking with emotion. “METAL LEE! My SON! This—this is the most WONDERFUL NEWS I’VE EVER HEARD!”

Guy’s eyes sparkled with pride as he clapped his hands together. “Truly a beautiful new chapter in the saga of youth! A new generation to carry on the spirit of hard work and dedication! I couldn’t be happier!”