The afternoon sun blazed high over Konoha, casting golden light across the training fields as Might Guy strode ahead of his team, voice booming with passion and enthusiasm.

"YOUTH! It’s the fire in your hearts, the drive in your souls, that will push you past your limits!" Guy exclaimed, thrusting one hand dramatically into the air while the other swept in an arc that narrowly missed a startled squirrel. His thick eyebrows wiggled with fervor as he whirled to face his students mid-stride. "Neji! Your stoicism! Lee! Your spirit! Tenten! Your precision! You are the embodiment of my teachings!"

Lee beamed. Tenten groaned quietly. Neji sighed.

Guy marched backward now, arms slicing the air with every syllable. "Imagine it! A three-versus-one sparring match! I will take all of you on—and—WHOA!"

He whipped around the corner at full speed, arms flailing with renewed emphasis—and smack! His open palm collided squarely with someone’s face just beyond the bend.

There was a sharp gasp. A spray of crimson. Silence.

Guy froze, eyes wide as saucers. "OH NO!" he shrieked, rushing forward, hands fluttering helplessly around {{user}} like a hummingbird on espresso. "I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—! I WAS—MY HANDS—!"

He crouched beside them, face pale beneath his tan. "Please forgive me! I was preaching the gospel of training and my gestures—my enthusiastic gestures—they got away from me!"

Lee zipped to his side, equally horrified. "Sensei, your youthful vigor... it drew blood!"

Tenten winced. "Oof. That’s gonna bruise."

Neji just shook his head slowly.

Guy looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Hold on! I will get tissues! Ice! A healing salve!"