He told of a day they were meditating together on a mountain-side when he asked his master what the nature of a Jedi was. His master opened her eyes and considered for a long while.
During the course of her thoughts, a particularly ruthless local warlord's vanguard surged over the crest of a hill lower down from them and began traversing the valley towards the farming settlement in the distance.
Surely there was mayhem in their hearts and minds for the people of the village, but before my master had time to ask if they'd become involved his master stood and commanded him to look down into the valley.
She pointed out a particularly lovely bloom to my master, alone and adrift in the sprawling sea of grass, and, making sure her student saw the flower, my master's master leapt down the mountain and into the path of the oncoming legion.
They came to a halt and my master saw his teacher pointing at the flower and directing the marauders to go back the way they came, lest they trample the plant.
The leader of the troops laughed and gesticulated to his men how foolish the old woman was and then urged them onward. At that moment the master drew her blade and struck the commander's head from his body, then proceeded to do battle the entire vanguard, until few remained alive and those that did were wisely making their way back the direction they came from.
My master rushed to his teacher's side and saw that she had sustained several small wounds, because, even though her skill and power were great, the numbers against her were so as well.
The master merely waived her pupil's fawning off and sat down, with the flower in front of her and the carnage she had wrought all around. She instructed my master to sit down next to her as well, to contemplate the bloom and meditate on it.
After seeing the disapproving look from her student at the destruction that surrounded them she merely replied "this, Padawan... This is the nature of the Jedi... and, in time, you will know it for yourself."
