There were some things they just don't teach at the Temple.
As Obi-Wan got older, she quickly learned some of harsh lessons of life without the wisdom of her Master. She always knew as a female, she would be treated quite differently than a boy, but she hadn't anticipated how different.
Obi-Wan gave a soft grunt as she tightened the sash around her chest. It was one of her routines every morning- the binding of her breasts. But it did not mean she enjoyed it. The tightened cloth always hurt, always itched. It was necessary however; unless she wanted one of her breasts to be hacked off because they stuck out too far.
There was a knock at the door. "Obi-Wan, are you ready?"
"Almost Master," Obi-Wan called over her shoulder. The sash refused to tie. "I just…need another few more minutes."
She heard Qui-Gon chuckle. "If I knew how long it took girls to get ready in the morning, I think I would have chosen a boy for my Padawan."
Obi-Wan rolled her eyes. What did he think she was doing? Fixing her hair? She tried once again to stretch the material further out but the sash refused to give.
Another knock. "Obi-Wan…"
Obi-Wan swallowed a frustrated huff. She shook her head and began unwrapping herself. She has occasionally gone bind-less when sparring with her Master and this was going have to be one of those times. As much as she liked the freedom, she didn't care for the small burns she would have to deal with afterwards.
Slipping on her tunic, Obi-Wan stepped out of her room, smiling sheepishly at her Master. He sighed at her. "Must we go through this every time, Obi-Wan?"
"Oh Master," She smirked. "You make it sound like you regret our time together."
She could see him going through a number of comebacks through his head. He chose to go with, "Cheeky brat," He tugged on her braid. "Come, my muscles are aching to spar."
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Obi-Wan twisted away just in time to feel the hot edge of the blade swing past her face. She lifted up her arms, blocking the next set of attacks.
Qui-Gon was relentless. He pressed his advantage of height and weight over her, forcing her to constantly be on the defensive. Obi-Wan's arms screamed for rest as every strike was like a vibrating hammer upon her bones. The only advantage she had over her Master was speed and the vitality of youth but pure experience overruled them both.
Obi-Wan gave a grunted cry of pain as Qui-Gon's lightsaber made contact with her thigh. Then again as it connected with her back. She stumbled, throwing up her saber to deflect the next few blows aimed at her face. Qui-Gon's arm twisted through the swinging blade, throwing out his hand. He sent out a violent Force push and Obi-Wan felt herself flying backward.
She flipped through the air, landing into a defensive position to block the blows she knew would come.
They never did. Qui-Gon powered down his saber and turned his back to her. "Master?"
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon's voice sounded strained. "Cover yourself."
Obi-Wan blinked and looked down. And sure enough, through the mad movements of the duel and the Force push, her tunic flared open, exposing her chest.
Oh.
She quickly grabbed the material, covering herself. "Sorry Master," She mumbled as she tightened her waist sash.
"It's alright," Qui-Gon said, turning around as she finished. "Shall we continue?"
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A/N: It's maybe five or six chapters long. R/R please.