The Inuzuka was positive that her jutsu would get an excited rise out of the kid, anticipating awe and praise for her impressive feat. So when she next saw Kakesu climb onto the pool with minimal effort, the kunoichi was the one to gasp in surprise. "H-Huh? Wow." Apparently she should've given the kid more credit where it was due. Not only did he know about the jutsu but he could maintain it to some degree as well.
And thanks to all her gawking, Makoto lost her own concentration and crashed right back into the shallows.
Not one to be discouraged by a little tumble, the Mist ninja dragged herself out of the pond and gave a quick shake of her dripping mane. "Now that ya mention it, breaks're important. Don't wanna waste all yer strength in one go," she remarked, proceeding to wring out the sleeves of her attire. Turning back to grin at the boy with amusement, she was nothing but supportive of him learning more 'secret magic'. Whatever that meant. "Well, yer grandpa's pro'lly right. Elders have a special way of knowin' things, sorta like their own kinda magic."
With that said, the Inuzuka crouched down and gave another wild shake, water flying off her body in every direction.
Looking rather refreshed after the fact, she returned to offering some advice to her unlikely instructor. "Practice 'em funny hand moves some more an' I'm sure ye'll go a long way, pup." Makoto could tell that he already had a good foundation to work from. All it would take was a bit of old-fashioned determination to see if those talents would bloom into something real unique. "And once yer good enough, I bet'cha tons of customers are gunna come runnin' for a lesson."
Makoto finished that with a thumbs up of her own, trying to mimic Kakesu's youthful enthusiasm.
“Well thanks Miss Makoto!” Kakesu said. “This one’s on the house, just tell your friends about Kakesu’s traveling empor-Re-um and magic lesson school.”
He yawned a bit and started making his way back over to the tree where he was resting his back on before. The nice sum of money he had swiped from the purse was payment enough. When he slumped down he looked over to the woman and smiled, although there were some small bags formering under his eyes.
“It was real fun to play with your dogs,” he said in a soft voice as he leaned his head back, his eyes blinking rapidly.
Only moments later, a small snore began to rumble from his lips. He had managed to tire himself out for the day, and he had little fear of sleeping in the wilderness. His mind would race with dreams of having a dog of his own to play fetch with, and later turned to a nightmare about a woman with an ugly purse chasing him around.