Anakin returned from Naboo today. He seems to be in rather good spirits, almost too good of spirits if you ask me. Tradition dictates to ignore my opinion, which is what everyone seems to be doing. I still smell a dead mott. For someone who had to end a relationship that isn't allowed, he seems to be dealing just a little too well, for the Anakin I know. It's a little disconcerting to have someone who normally gets a thrill out of annoying you, suddenly be in a good mood. It totally messes up one's view of the universe. I debated on asking him why, but then I changed my mind. There are just some things one is better off not knowing about. And my intuition tells me the answer to that question would tell me more about Anakin than I really need or want to know. That is one sleeping mastiff I don't wish to wake up.
Once he returned we immediately got back to retraining his mechanical arm for lightsaber fighting. He is doing rather well, but nowhere near as well as before. I was actually able to best him several times, at least in the beginning. Almost every match would end Obi one, Anakin none. Then he started training almost constantly, now I can barely keep up with him. The last time we got so into it, he almost cut me in half.
Fortunately he missed but in avoiding his blade, I stumbled backwards and somehow managed to get lambasted in to a new level of Jedi awareness. To be more precise my mind took a trip without the aid of my body. The last thing I remember was my Jedi profanity inhibitor completely crumbling followed by strange images. This was worse than that brownie incident in the library. I don't remember it all, but I was surrounded by this weird blue color, while strange guy with a dark bushy beard and a plaid shirt shouting at me to do it again only faster and more intense. I have no idea what he was talking about, and to be perfectly honest I'm not sure if I want to know. It definitely made me want a drink, and a brownie.
I also received word from The Council that Anakin and I will be shipped out to aid in the Clone Wars. This could prove to be a most enlightening experience. A handful of surviving Jedi, and a large group of clones vs. a droid army. Why does that not sound as good as it should? It's a good thing they have color-coded the clones, so we have some way to tell them apart. But giving them names might be an even better idea, what are we supposed to call them "hey you". I can see it now. I call Commander and 12 people turn around.
I have a strange feeling that things have just begun to get interesting.
