Neji watched sourly as Gai and Lee took to loudly flattering each other, urging themselves on to new extremities.
He had arrived at the assigned meeting place two minutes early, and had promptly been accused of being a slowpoke. Tenten was nowhere in sight, and in the absence of a coherent brain cell the spandex clad duo had proceeded to get excited and begun an extra, special and very youthful pre-training training.
It was behavior like this that made Neji want to turn and run, leave Konoha for good in search of sanity. There was only so much bulging muscles, sweat, tight spandex, bloody knuckles, shouting, insane promises, and vomiting from overextension that one should have to take.
Yet he was certain that Gai would never sit back and resign himself to depression over such a betrayal in the manner that Kakashi had recently taken to. Neji knew that Gai would come running after him, shouting the most deranged things and fighting anything that stood in his way without hesitating in order to get him back, even if he had to drag him home by the hair. Despite his better judgment the knowledge warmed his heart, just a little, and he let out a sigh of defeat.
Tenten arrived a full seven minutes late and found the three of them walking on their hands.