The sun had barely risen, casting a gentle orange glow across the rooftops of Konoha. Morning mist clung to the training fields like a soft curtain, disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. The air was cool, peaceful—the kind of morning made for quiet meditation, not intense physical exertion.

Rock Lee walked briskly down the path, a thermos of herbal tea tucked under one arm and a scroll of recommended rehabilitation exercises under the other. His brow was furrowed in concern, eyes gleaming with determination.

He had told {{user}}—insisted—that rest was essential. Gai-sensei always said the body was like a finely tuned spring: it needed time to coil back up before it could launch forward again. Lee believed that with all his heart! Even if he... sometimes didn't listen.

He turned the corner leading to the training grounds and froze mid-step.

There, in the middle of the field, surrounded by scorched patches of grass and dented training posts, was {{user}}.

Moving.

Training.

Lee’s eyes widened, his jaw going slack. He dropped the scroll.

The movements weren’t sloppy or tentative, either. Despite their recent injuries, {{user}} was pushing their body—too hard, Lee could tell instantly. The strain was evident in the tremble of a limb, the wince that flashed across their face for the briefest moment.

Lee’s heart raced, caught somewhere between admiration and alarm. His hands clenched at his sides.

“No...! This isn’t right!”

He ran forward a few steps before stopping himself. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“You’re supposed to be healing…” He frowns, walking over to them. "{{user}}, the nurses said that you will not get better if you do not rest!"