Saber Class
"No, Rajam, hold the grip like this." Qui-Gon Jinn told a stubborn young Rodian. Rajam adjusted his grip and carried on deflecting blaster bolts from the hovering training remotes.
Qui-Gon was teaching a group of Initiatess ranging from age seven to ten about the use of lightsabers. The ten year olds wore blast shields, as they were more experienced, but the younger children still could see. Obi-Wan, nine years old, was among these, concentrating hard.
"Master?" Obi used the formal name when he was in a group.
"Yes, little one?"
"Can I try it with a blast shield too?"
"Well, Obi, why not?" Qui walked to the wall and pulled an extra helmet from its hook. "Here you go." Qui-Gon set the helmet on his head and stepped back. "Let's see what you can do."
Obi-Wan ignited his training 'saber, gritting his teeth in determination. One bolt from the remote. A surge in the Unifying Force. A sharp zap as the bolt was deflected. Applause and whistles from the older Initiates who had lifted their shields to watch the tiny child.
"Good job, little one!" Qui-Gon clapped his hands once. "Who wants to try next?"
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I'm sorry it's so short, but I wasn't sure how to write this, so it was actually quite difficult.