I'm having my doubts whether I'd be able to pull off Lee correctly in a role play, so, a small character study.
Three hundred ninety six.
Neji had failed to notice a bird, he'd been told by a concerned Tenten, who had come to bring him lunch quite a few hours ago now.
If he successfully completed this task, he would be one step closer to his ultimate goal.
A bandaged hand flung forward.
Three hundred ninety seven.
Maybe Sakura would notice him. Notice him just that little more.
Enough to bring him flowers again.
The thought made him smile.
Three hundred ninety eight.
Gai-sensei would be proud, he was sure. He would be proud when he became as strong as Neji.
That would require a large amount of rigorous training, though. He'd work hard.
He would also be careful, however. He did not want Gai-sensei to die on his behalf.
Three hundred ninety nine.
Just a few more days. Just a little more.
Four hundred.
With a sigh, Lee dropped back into the pillows, directing his eyes at the hospital's ceiling, and draping his crushed arm, the one he'd been exercising, across his stomach.
The nurses had whispered chances were that he'd never be able to walk again, but he was sensing progress, progress in developing his biceps.
If it really came down to it, he would simply surpass and be loved by walking on his hands.
Smiling, he closed his eyes.
He'd do another hundred in a bit.