I will Tell you my Feelings!! Utakata X Hotaru (TeacherXStudent)

Chapter 3

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It intrigued Hotaru that her sensei wielded one of the most innocuous looking objects as a weapon...

"A bubble blower? Is that really all you carry?" she had asked him.

He hadn't wasted the effort to actually do so, but she had been able to tell that he had given her a shrug. "It's all I need," he'd replied, in a casual drawl.

"Not even a sword?" she'd continued, swinging her hands back and forth while pretending to slash the air with a heavy two-handed blade, directing a fake blow towards her master.

Utakata had bitten back a rare smile and had played along with her swordplay, cutting his two hands up through her clasped hands, both of which had let go of the other under the strong force of his defensive block.

If her weapon had been real, the sword would have been knocked out of her grasp and clattering down to the ground. Having known this, she'd pouted and had crossed her arms together while he'd returned his hands to his waist.

"A true shinobi can make a weapon out of anything," he had concluded, as his lesson for the day.

Recalling this, she rolled her eyes in light frustration before returning her aquamarine gaze to the stars.

She still didn't understand why he chose the damn pipe over everything else he could utilize—it just didn't seem like practical sense to her. Why was he limiting himself to pockets of air?

If sensei could do so much with bubbles, then what more could he do with something more powerful?

And soon, in the midst of all the training with him, she found herself wanting to have her own special weapon—taking after her sensei, of course, she wished to learn bubble techniques...

"Neh, sensei!" she had nagged him, skipping over to close the distance them as they had walked through the dense forest. "I've gotten so far training with you—isn't it time for you to teach me some other tricks?"

"What do you mean?" he had asked, without even a moment after her request.

"Well..." Hotaru had begun. "You've only taught me to use my own hands, feet, and the water around me so far..."

The young sensei had been wise enough to know that she had trailed off intentionally and had looked back at her sheepish face, his golden glare letting her know that he wasn't going to participate in her manipulation to get what she had wanted.

"I was thinking that maybe ...maybe you could teach me how to use more powerful techniques!" she had exclaimed. "I mean...I'm tired of all this basic stuff! I want to learn a strong jutsu!" She had, by then, caught up with her sensei, walking alongside him at his quick pace.

Without warning, he had shot out a few punches in her direction, which she had been by no means prepared for. She had defended herself as best as possible, throwing her forearms in front of her to guard herself.

His right fist had suddenly come forward from out of nowhere, aiming straight for her face.

She had panicked and gasped, positive that that was the end of her.

But her master had stopped his taijutsu right before it had blown her head in, and he had let her gaze at his knuckles before extending a finger and poking her forehead in a sort of wordless chide.

"You still have a long ways to go. You've barely passed your basics," he had concluded, continuing ahead of her at the same steady and agile pace he had been maintaining since the beginning of their travels. "Besides, a shinobi is never done training."

She sighed, upon remembering that moment as well, this time her eyes shifting over to the full and ripe white moon.

Hearing a rustle off her right, Hotaru snuck a look at her sleeping sensei.

But she had seen his closed eyes many times, and that wasn't what interested her the most at the moment; what took her attention were the pipe and the bamboo jug cast off to the side.

Opportunity struck, and she grabbed it quickly in her fingers, examining the bit of soapy water that she sloshed in the wooden container in the dark, some moonlight flickering off the wavering surface. In her other hand, she held the bubble blower at the middle, between her fingers in the same manner she had seen her shishou do before.

Well if he didn't let her try it out while he was awake...

She dipped the pipe into the jug a couple of times before raising it up to the sky and blowing into the mouthpiece.

Some water splattered out from the other end of the pipe.

Embarrassed—she messed up on blowing a simple bubble?—she whipped her head towards her sleeping master out of habit, but he wasn't awake to witness her failed bubble creation.

She tried again, this time her breath coming out in a softer puff.

A single moon-dazzled sphere wafted up into the air. Delighted, she followed it with her eyes, and for a moment, she could imagine it was her shishou's breath trapped within its sheer walls.

All at once when she realized this, heat rose to blush her cheeks and she bit back a girlish laugh—she was using his pipe!

Inadvertently she looked in his direction again, but of course, he was still sleeping!

She turned her lips back to the mouthpiece and blew another bubble, then another, giggling each time, knowing that his lips had touched the very same rim.

Hotaru wouldn't have stopped—she could have been entertained for another hour just blowing bubbles and laughing softly to herself, but she quickly realized that the level of the water had drastically fallen from when she first picked it up, hearing a clunk of the pipe against the bottom of the bamboo.

Nervously, she settled the two things back down on the spot of grass where they had been placed and controlled her tickled breath until she too fell asleep.

Awakening with the mid-morning sun the next day, she yelled out a cheerful good morning as always, catching him leaning against a nearby tree, absentmindedly blowing bubbles from his pipe.

"Ohay—" and she sputtered into the giggles that she had been holding back since the night before.

His thin eyebrows furrowed and he lifted his mouth from the pipe.

"What?"

But she couldn't answer, covering her mouth to contain the laughter and turning away to hide red cheeks.
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