"Really?! Then I can be like him too..." Lee sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing.
"No, Lee." Guy shook his head firmly, cutting short his daydream. He pointed at the Canopy Screen. "Look closely. He isn't relying on speed and physical strength alone."
"Every dodge and deflection that looks like a narrow escape is based on precise calculations: the bullets' trajectories, his own posture, his surroundings, even his opponents' shooting habits and state of mind."
"He's brought technique, experience, intelligence, and control of his body together into Taijutsu at its peak—or rather, a higher realm of martial arts."
"The Eight Gates we practice focus more on unleashing absolute strength and speed beyond our limits for a short time. We break through technique with raw power and charge straight ahead."
"They're two different paths, like a waterfall and a stream. Both are water, but they take different forms and strike with different force."
Seeing Lee's confusion give way to a glimmer of understanding, he went on:
"If you want to defeat an opponent like that in a real fight, matching his physical abilities won't be enough."
"He can turn aside your brute force with technique and use the environment to wear down your burst of power."
"You'd need to open at least the seventh gate, the Gate of Wonder, and gain overwhelming speed and strength—enough to briefly warp the battlefield around you. Only by forcing your way past the limits of his technique would you stand a chance."
"Of course, that doesn't mean the path of technique is weaker than the path of strength. They simply emphasize different things."
"A true Taijutsu master might find a balance between the two, but that takes more time and deeper understanding."
Lee drew a deep breath. The fire in his eyes had not