Chouji reaches up to touch his forehead protector, remembering only belatedly that it no longer bears a leaf symbol. "I am a Leaf shinobi," he muses, "so I guess I can try to be a leaf."

This time, Chouji has a little more luck, his movements smoother and his path more curved as he tries to follow the wind. He still isn't used to reading air currents of quite this complexity, though, and doesn't make it quite all the way through. The light thwacks of the gates don't really hurt. Chouji doesn't fight it as they knock him out of the area, and he grins up at Aang and Ikki from the ground when he lands. "Your advice did help a bit."