Hello again! Sorry, guys, I'm notorious for cliffhangers. They're so much fun, because it leaves fans wanting more! Well, we're almost through the introduction process. Once the story kicks into gear, things will hopefully get more interesting. Sorry it's so short. I wanted to get the next chapter in before too many people read the first one.

"Remember, Anakin. This weapon is your life."

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker walked out of their ship, the former repeatedly lecturing the latter.

"Yes, Master," Anakin said. He figured he'd give Obi-Wan a break. The poor guy had lost Master Qui-Gon not too long ago. Though Anakin still mourned the Jedi Master that had taken him in, he was so preoccupied with his new lightsaber that he could barely contain his excitement.

"It is very difficult to replace," Obi-Wan added. "You have got to be careful."

"I will, Master," Anakin said, knowing that his Master didn't actually care either way if he spoke the words of affirmation or not.

Obi-Wan looked around, unsure of what to do next. Having just taken his padawan to construct a lightsaber, he was pretty exhausted. Anakin didn't blame him.

"I think I'll go rest and meditate for awhile," Obi-Wan said quietly.

Anakin sighed impatiently. He did not appreciate being dismissed. He had no right to argue, though. This man had taken him on, after all, despite the objections of the Council. He figured he'd just nod and go along with whatever Obi-Wan wanted. There was nothing else he could do, really. "Have fun," he said. Obi-Wan gave him a sharp look. Anakin realized his mistake immediately. He'd been disrespectful. He quickly rectified his mistake by dipping his head again. "I mean…I'll go study for a bit."

"That would be a good idea," Obi-Wan said tiredly. Without another word, he retreated to a quiet room to meditate.

Anakin watched him go, instantly regretting the idea of studying. This was the one part about becoming a Jedi that he wasn't entirely thrilled about. Ever since the battle, Anakin had been a bit restless. Blowing up the Droid Control Center was no small feat. Though the life of a slave wasn't exactly exciting, Anakin was almost used to a bit of adventure.

Sighing, he went to the library to begin his studies.

Sitting still took a lot of concentration. It was moments like these when he thought of his mother and friends back home. He missed Kitster a lot. He would have loved to have his best friend by his side now. It would probably make the chore of studying a lot more interesting.

"Hello, young Skywalker. What brings you here?"

Anakin's eyes lit up at Kit Fisto's voice. "Hello, Master Fisto!"

"What are you doing?" the Nautolan Jedi Master asked, looking Anakin up and down with his warm, gentle gaze.

"Studying," he groaned.

Kit laughed. "I remember those days. Master Yoda always told me that getting wiser was more important than getting more powerful. I did not believe him at the time, but I feel empowered by the knowledge I gained as an apprentice. Yoda was an excellent mentor."

Anakin wondered what it would be like to be trained by the legend himself. "Was he strict?"

"Very much so," Kit said. "But he has a wonderful sense of humor. Where do you think I got it from?"

"Master Yoda does not have your sense of humor, Master Fisto."

"And why do you think that?"

"Because you're so laid-back. Master Yoda is nothing like that. You crack jokes like a second language."

"That, my young friend, is a result of awesomeness. One day, you will learn the ways of the awesome ones," Kit said. His tone was serious, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

"Like you." It wasn't a question.

Kit chuckled. "Now you're learning. I have a feeling that you will be more like Master Qui-Gon than Obi-Wan. Your Master is strong with the Force, though, no doubts there. He is an amazing warrior. You should be proud to be his apprentice."

"I am," Anakin said, meaning it.

"Why don't you go hang out with some of the other padawans for a bit? I think you have done enough studying for today."

Anakin's spirits lifted immediately. "Thank you, Master Fisto!"

"Run along, now. Have fun. You have been through some hard times."

Anakin nodded and dashed off, wondering what to do next. He ran into a group of Masters discussing politics. Not wanting to get involved, Anakin continued down the hallway. He passed the room where his Master was meditating. Curious, he poked his head in. Bad mistake.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan murmured, his eyes closed. "I thought you were supposed to be studying."

"I was," he answered. "I've been studying for hours. Master Fisto said I could take a break."

"Has it been that long?" his mentor mused. "I lost track of the time. I'm sorry, Anakin." Obi-Wan stood up. "How about we train for awhile? You need to break your new lightsaber in."

Finally. "Sounds good to me! I mean…yes, Master."

Obi-Wan smiled one of those rare smiles. Anakin hoped that his Master would lighten up more often once some time was put in between them and Qui-Gon's death.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.