Chapter 4
I stepped through a doorway that led to a high-ceilinged room. There were twelve chairs spread in a circle around a mark on the floor. There was a circle inside the outer circle, and the old man shoved me forward to stand inside it. Then he quickly took his seat to my left. So he was part of the "Jedi Council" or whatever it was called.
Just then, my thoughts were interrupted as a dark-skinned man. "Your name."
"Uh…S-Sakura Haruno," For some unknown reason, this room full of balding geezers in cloaks was giving off a special kind of power. Not quite chakra like mine, but more like they had the power to wield certain powers, if that makes any sense. It gave me the chills, but I toughened up.
"One of the Council wishes to oversee your training," continued the bald guy.
"My what?" What would I train for here anyway?
"To become a Jedi, your training will be," spoke up a little green elf with the biggest ears I've ever seen on anything.
Wait, what? "Okay, I'm sorry, but you've obviously got the wrong girl. I have no clue what you geezers are talking about but I'm gonna go now, so have a nice life." I spun around to walk out on these weirdos.
"We can teach you the skills necessary to find your friends," the old guy from before piped up. As I turned away, I saw a glass of water that was sitting on a coaster on the table next to him, now levitating in front of him right before he grabbed it and took a drink.
I froze and spun on my heel ve-ry slow-ly for, what, the third time today? "But how do I know I can trust you people?"
My supposed savior smirked and his eyes shined again. "You're out of other options. You know you don't have any other choice but to trust us."
Dammit. He had a point there. "Alright. Fine. Teach me whatever you wanted to teach me. I don't care anymore. Now will someone explain what the heck is going on?"
The other Council members murmured in slight surprise, probably because I just agreed to do something I didn't understand atall.
"Council dismissed," said the black guy under his breath.
"Thank you, Master Windu."
Then the old man hurried over to my side. He grabbed my arm with more force then a guy his age (or at least looked his age) should have, and started walking very quickly down the hallway we originally came in. Great.I thought, pissed off. NowI'mgonnahavetwo badbruisestomorrow.
He continued to drag me until we arrived in positively huge room that looked more like a battle ground than anything. Dried blood stained the ironic linoleum floor—it almost looked like a classroom of death. There were several weapons scattered across the room, some bloodstained like the floor, others shattered, bent, or broken. I looked around disapprovingly. ImaginewhatLadyTsunadewouldsayiftheANBUBlackOpsleftthiskindofmessaftereverymissiontheyaccomplished…
"You may choose a weapon, and you shall come at me now," The old geezer's voice echoed throughout the chamber almost like a thunderclap.
"I'm fine, thanks. I'm already covered," I pulled out a few kunais and shuriken to prove my point.
"Alright, then. Now come before I end up taking a nap."
"M'kay," I threw some experimental shuriken to see what I was dealing with.
The old guy dodged them like they were moving in slow motion. And, trust me; they weren't, not with my strength.
"Is that all you can do? I see I have my work cut out for me…"
Then I yanked the wires that were attached to the shuriken I had thrown.
His eyes flicked to the throwing stars, and I heard an electronic-sounding swish, almost like the drawing of a sword, and a bright-ish flash of light that accompanied it.
I shielded my eyes, but when I looked up again, theguywasholdingabluelightningbolt.
No,wait. I told myself,That'snotlightning.There'sahilt.
But still. He was holding a light-sword-type-thingy that had just sliced through my shuriken like a hot knife through butter. It was thoroughly amazing.
But I wasn't finished yet. I threw a smoke bomb and skipped away to hang on the ceiling by concentrating my chakra on the soles of my feet, just like in the first training session Kakashi-sensei gave Team 7. That would've worked against anybody normal, but this guy was waiting for me with a slash that I was forced to block. As I dodged, though, I threw a paper bomb attached to a kunai straight up into the air. I triggered it just as it peaked. This got the guy to look up, and gave me a chance to escape across the room.
He then gestured with his light-sword in my direction, and a pile of discarded weapons flew directly at me.
There was that jutsu again, moving things without touching them, or even weaving hand-signs.
After I had blocked the flying shards of metal, he pulled a disappearing act, but I saw immediately that he had only gone behind the walls of the cave. I concentrated a large amount of chakra to my left hand, jumped, and punched the side of the rock. I revealed his hiding place, which he then left, and came at me again.
Man,thisbringsbackmemoriesfromthetimeNarutoandIfoughtKakashi-senseirightafterNarutocamehomefromhistrainingwithMasterJiraiya! I thought nostalgically.
Then I performed a little bit of genjutsu on him, a small lesson that I learned from Kurenai-sensei one evening when Lady Tsunade went to bed early.
I grinned as I let my guard down and approached him with a kunai. He was mindlessly slashing at the air with his sword. Then I got within striking distance.
Suddenly, the light-sword-thing was at my throat and he was behind me. I could now see that he had burned his arm with it to release himself from my genjutsu.
Sohewasactingthewholetime,huh?I asked my subconscious, thinking of Shikamaru. He'sasharpone…unlikeNaruto,whowould'vebeentakenoutsincebeforethepaperbomb…oh,Naruto…
A single tear slid down my cheek as I remembered one of my best friends, and my boyfriend, either of which I didn't know if I would ever see again.
"Come now. You mustn't cry when you lose. It's unsportsmanlike."
"Oh, sorry. It's not that," I said, wiping it away quickly. "I was just—"
"Remembering your friends? Don't worry, Sakura. We will find them. You have my word." He put away his blue gleaming sword with a push of a button, patted me on the shoulder, and began to walk towards the door.
I smiled tiredly. "Thanks…" But then my expression changed. "Hold on a sec, you never told me your name."
"Ah, yes. I am Obi Wan Kenobi, a former Jedi knight, and a senior of the Jedi Council. I am now your master, you are my padawan and you will obey me."
"Whatever you say, Obi Wan-sensei."
"Now go get me a brandy."
"Hell no."