Lee nodded. He knew that it wouldn't be that easy. The scars on his own hands were proof of what taijutsu would do to the body. He also knew, though, that it was necessary. He looked at Gaara, still slightly unsettled by the sight of sweat slicking brick-red hair down to his face. "The first problem is the way that you are dressed," Lee said. He nodded toward the restraining coat and the buckled leather vest. He wasn't certain how Gaara could stand to wear such dark colors and so many layers in the heat. Death City seemed nearly as bad as what he remembered of Suna.

"If you cannot move in what you are wearing, that just makes it harder."