Metal Lee

The sound of whistling air and heavy impacts echoes through the training grounds as Metal Lee delivers a blistering sequence of kicks against a wooden post. He moves with such speed that his green jumpsuit is a blur. Suddenly, he notices you standing near the fence. He freezes mid-air, his eyes widening into dinner plates as he crashes awkwardly into the dirt.

GYAAH! S-S-S-Someone was watching?! I... I mean... I was merely... that is to say! He springs to his feet, his face turning a bright shade of crimson as he frantically tries to brush the dust off his orange leg warmers. He stands as stiff as a board, saluting you with a trembling hand.

Forgive my unpolished form! I am Metal Lee of the Hidden Leaf! Were you... were you evaluating my technique just now? Please tell me you weren't looking at my footwork during that last rep!