Aoi Hyoudou: Thank you for your continued support. It's always great to see readers enjoying the additional scenes and content added to a story. I'm excited to share that I'm attempting to write my first Star Wars chapter! Watching the Star Wars Visions series inspired me to take a chance and try my hand at it. While I hope to stay true to the essence of Star Wars, I understand that I may not get everything perfect. I'm simply following the themes and ideas presented in the series.

XVI

Hy Izlan - I

A group of six cloaked individuals gathered in a dimly lit room bathed in moonlight within the Aerial Temple that orbited the planet Hy Izlan. They claimed to have received a transmission from Margrave Juro, the Jedi ruler of Hy Izlan, inviting them to retrieve their own lightsabers. The temple was rumored to hold these ancient weapons, lost to time due to the extinction of the Jedi Order so many generations ago. The group wondered if the rumors were true and if they would be able to obtain their own lightsabers from Margrave Juro.

The group of masterless Jedi candidates continued to ponder over the thought when suddenly they heard loud footsteps echoing from the dark entrance across the room. The footsteps grew louder with each step, causing the Jedis to become anxious. The group fixed their eyes towards the entrance, waiting for the unknown visitor to reveal themselves. Soon, a young figure emerged from the shadows and into the moonlight, revealing a young man with short black hair and blue eyes, donning a blue cloak.

The Jedi candidates heaved a sigh of relief as the young man introduced himself and revealed his identity. "Greetings. My name is Ethan," he said. The group approached their fellow Jedi, intrigued to hear more about him and his mission. Ethan then pulled out a transmission device from his cloak and held it out firmly, letting his fellow Jedi know that he had received the same message from Master Jedi Juro. "I'm here because I received this encoded transmission summoning me," he explained. As he walked up to the group, he sensed their vibes, and it confirmed his suspicions that they, too, were masterless Jedi like him. "The Force is strong here," he muttered softly, feeling a sense of awe and wonderment.

Suddenly, a cold, emotionless voice interrupted Ethan's thoughts, sending chills down the Jedis' spines. "The Force? How very amusing," the voice said. The group of Jedi turned towards the direction of the voice and saw a dark portal that had appeared within the temple. They cautiously fixed their attention on the portal as two figures cloaked in black coats walked out from the corridor, which closed right behind them. The two intruders had smug smirks spreading across their faces as they stared down at the hostile Jedi candidates.

Roden, a man with long brown hair and a goatee, stepped forward and demanded, "Who are you?" His voice was firm and commanding, but the intruders remained unfazed.

The short elderly man with a distinct face that resembled a squid or elephant accused the intruders with narrowed eyes. "Judging by your appearance, the two of you don't look like masterless Jedi either," he said. "You seem more like Si-" Suddenly, he stopped speaking when he heard an ominous chuckle coming from the figure with shoulder-length silver hair and orange eyes.

Xemnas spoke with a cold tone, "Us, Jedis? What an amusing assumption. You are indeed correct. We aren't Jedi." He confirmed the group's suspicions. "Nor do we wish to become a Jedi."

"And we aren't Siths either," said the figure, identified as Ansem, who had long, sleek silver hair and piercing yellow eyes, further fueling the suspicions.

"Then who are you?" Ethan asked nervously, his gaze fixed on the members of the Organization.

Ansem let out a scoff at the teenager's words but still responded. "You could say we are the Seekers of Darkness!" he proclaimed with pride, capturing the attention of the six Jedi, who were already suspicious of the Organization.

"Seekers of Darkness?" Roden repeated, sounding perplexed and unsure if it had any connection to the Sith.

"That's right," Xemnas confirmed with a sinister chuckle, which made the Jedis glare at him. "And what we seek is the darkness that lies within you, Jedis." He lifted his hand and pointed his finger at the group with a self-satisfied smirk.

"For darkness is the only true path," Ansem chimed in with a smug smirk of his own. "It's really quite simple. Open yourself to the darkness. That's all you have to do. Let your heart, your entire being, become one with the darkness itself." He had referenced a previous quote he made about certain Keyblade wielders.

Xemnas stepped forward, causing the Jedis to jump in surprise. "Anger and hate are supreme!" he declared with force.

Ansem moved forward to stand beside Xemnas, his voice echoing with conviction. "And embrace the darkness!" he added, his eyes flashing with intensity.

The air grew tense as the Xehanort incarnations started to move closer to the Jedis, making the situation increasingly troublesome. With no lightsabers to defend themselves against the Xehanorts, the Jedis were in a dire situation, and things were looking bleak.

Hy Izlan

"Brr!" Ash shivered as he trudged through the snow, his footsteps leaving deep tracks behind him. He hugged his arms tightly around himself in an attempt to ward off the biting cold. Despite the chill in the air, he kept moving forward, determined to find somewhere warm.

After landing on Hy Izlan and bidding farewell to the Twilight crew, the Keyblade wielder continued on his journey. Ash soon stumbled upon the planet, as it happened to be the closest world on his path. However, he was ill-prepared for the frigid temperatures that awaited him, having not dressed appropriately for the cold. Now, he searched desperately for shelter where he could build a fire and warm himself up.

As the Keyblade wielder took a step forward, the ground beneath the snow began to shake violently. Something was surfacing from within the snow, causing Ash to stumble backwards in alarm. He quickly jumped back, putting some distance between himself and whatever was emerging from the ground. As he fixed his eyes on the scene before him, he noticed that more rumbling was shaking the ground around him, causing more snow to rise up.

Suddenly, a group of Emblem Heartless burst forth from the pile of snow. They were spherical suits of armor with eight conical, black spikes spaced evenly over their surface, colored in shades of blue and white. Their black, spherical heads had two beady, yellow eyes, and they wore conical, black helmets with angular antennas attached to their tips and silver brims. Ash stood his ground, ready to face the Heartless.

With a fierce determination in his eyes, Ash shouted through gritted teeth, "Heartless!" He summoned his Oathkeeper, the Keyblade appearing in his hand in a flash of light. Quickly shifting into his battle stance, he readied himself for a fight against the Emblem Heartless that had emerged from the snow.

The Spiked Crawlers glared menacingly at the Keyblade wielder before launching themselves into attack mode. They began rotating their bodies, spinning like tops on the snow towards Ash, their spikes dangerously aimed at him. Ash instinctively sidestepped a few of the spinning Heartless, his feet skidding on the snow. He swung his blade at the spinning Heartless, but the moment the Oathkeeper made contact with the spinning spikes, the two opposing forces deflected off one another, causing Ash to stagger backwards.

It quickly became evident that the Spiked Crawlers' spikes also acted as a defensive mechanism, allowing them to repel any physical attacks while in this mode. This presented a problem for Ash, who was struggling to find a way to penetrate their defenses.

Ash continued to dance around the spinning spiked tops, his movements quick and nimble as he tried not to slip on the snow. Occasionally, he used his Keyblade to block the spikes from touching his body. When the deflection occurred, he noticed that some of the Spiked Crawlers were slowing down and began to stagger from dizziness, presenting an opportunity for Ash to counterattack.

Taking advantage of the opening, Ash pointed his Oathkeeper at the staggering Heartless and fired a pair of Fira spells. The fireballs quickly sped towards the Emblem Heartless and engulfed them in a chain of rapid explosions.

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The Spiked Crawlers writhed in pain as the flames licked at their armor, leaving them weakened and vulnerable to attack. Seizing the moment, Ash charged forward and swung his Oathkeeper, striking the Heartless with a powerful blow. One by one, the Spiked Crawlers fell to the ground, defeated.

However, Ash wasn't out of the predicament just yet as he immediately rolled out of the way when the remaining Spiked Crawlers tried to surprise him off guard, but clearly, it didn't work as they spun forward to a staggering stop. Seizing the opportunity with their current state, Ash charged forward and began executing chain combos of strikes at each one, loud clanging echoing per each strike. Soon he launched one Spiked Crawler up high in the air and proceeded to hammer it with more strikes and combo hits before grabbing one of the spikes and hurling the stunned Spike Crawler at the other Heartless. Soon Ash would finish them off by firing a fury of Fira spells at the Spike Crawlers.

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Although he had defeated a few of the Spiked Crawlers, Ash knew he was not out of danger yet. The remaining Heartless tried to surprise him, but he was too quick for them. Dodging out of the way, he watched as they spun forward and staggered to a stop. Seeing their weakened state, Ash charged forward and began executing chain combos of strikes at each one. The sound of metal clanging echoed through the air with each hit.

As he continued to battle, Ash launched one Spiked Crawler high into the air and hammered it with more strikes and combo hits before grabbing one of the spikes and hurling the stunned Heartless at the others. The impact sent them all crashing to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Ash unleashed a fury of Fira spells at the Spiked Crawlers, their armor melting away as the flames consumed them.

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The air was filled with the sound of explosions and the bright glow of fireballs. Skillfully landing on his feet a few distances away, he watched as the flames consumed the Spiked Crawlers, melting their armor away. When the smoke finally subsided, the defeated Heartless faded into black particles, sealing Ash's victory and signaling the conclusion of the battle.

Ash let out a tired breath, thinking he was finally done with his work for the day. But suddenly, a woman's scream pierced through the air and caught his attention. "Ahhh!" He immediately scanned the area, trying to locate where the sound was coming from. Not too far away, he spotted a young girl with brown hair styled in a single pigtail beneath a helmet. Her eyes were a striking shade of grey, and she was wearing a white poncho with blue accents over a pink hoodie. She was riding a hoverbike that looked like a delivery vehicle, and there was a small yellow robot hovering behind her with a circular head and tiny arms that spun around.

Lah Kara and her robotic companion, Four-Nines, found themselves trapped by four Spike Crawlers with no way out. Seeing that they were in trouble, Ash sprang into action, his snow tracks marking his path as he raced towards them, determined to help before it was too late.

"I can't believe we're running into more of these strange monsters. It's making me wonder if the Sith had something to do with this, maybe they sent them to get to Father," the Force-sensitive human murmured, beads of cold sweat trickling down her face.

Four-Nines made a series of beeping noises, seemingly agreeing with her suspicions.

The Spike Crawlers entered their defensive mode and began rotating their bodies, their spikes dangerously aimed at Kara and Four-Nines. Just as the Heartless were about to spin closer, the Oathkeeper flew in and ricocheted off one of the spinning Spike Crawlers, resulting in a loud clang noise. The Keyblade bounced off one of the spikes and the action was enough to stun the Heartless, which startled the brunette girl.

"Where did that come from?" Kara exclaimed loudly, completely perplexed by the sudden appearance of the strange blade that was now hurtling towards another spinning Spike Crawler. The Keyblade ricocheted off the Heartless and proceeded to repeat the process as it bounced off the other two Spike Crawlers, temporarily stunning them all.

Kara continued to watch in awe as the Oathkeeper flew past her and returned to its wielder's side. As she noticed his approaching form, she couldn't help but stare at him in amazement. Ignoring her stare, Ash skillfully aimed his Keyblade and unleashed a fury of Fira spells at the Spike Crawlers.

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Kara quickly raised her arms to shield herself from the incoming debris. Three of the four Spike Crawlers were immediately defeated by the fireballs and disappeared into nothingness. With only one remaining, Ash charged forward with his Keyblade tightly gripped in both hands. He swung the Oathkeeper horizontally at the Heartless, causing a swooshing sound to echo as he passed by it. There was a moment of silence until the Heartless cried out in agony before finally dissolving into black particles, indicating that all of the Spike Crawlers had been eliminated from the area, at least for the time being.

After Ash dismissed his Keyblade with a sigh of relief, he redirected his attention to other matters, wondering if Kara was still unharmed. However, as soon as he turned around, he was startled by an awe-inspiring Kara, whose grey eyes glittered with astonishment. Her face was leaning close to his as she stood on her hovercraft. "Whoa!" He stumbled backwards, putting some distance between them.

"Oh, sorry!" Kara laughed apologetically as she didn't mean to startle her savior with her sudden movements. But as she pondered more about Ash's impressive fighting skills during their encounter with the Spike Crawlers, a sudden thought occurred to her. "You're not a masterless Jedi, are you?" she blurted out, causing the Keyblade wielder to give her a puzzled look.

"A what now?" he responded, looking confused and hoping he didn't misheard her.

"I thought so," Kara muttered but then quickly dismissed the matter altogether. "Thank you for saving us. We thought we were goners!" She expressed her appreciation for Ash, and Four-Nines jumped in excitement, letting out a series of beeps in agreement. "See! Even Four-Nines agreed!" she chimed with a giggle.

Ash's face broke out into a grin as he spoke. "You're welcome-welcome-welcome-Achhhhoooo!" Suddenly, the Keyblade wielder sneezed, causing Kara to jump. The cold weather seemed to be getting to him. "Sorry..." Ash sniffed, hoping he wasn't coming down with a cold.

A warm smile appeared on Kara's face. "Why don't we bring you back with us so you can stay warm?" she suggested, offering a kind gesture.

Ash sat comfortably beside a forge, wrapped in a warm blanket. He had been taken to Kara's place, which happened to be a sabersmith workstation belonging to her father, Lah Zhima. Zhima was a legendary sabersmith who crafted weapons called lightsabers for a select group of warriors known as Jedi, who possessed a unique ability called the Force. As surreal as it all seemed, it was even more amazing that Kara herself had a strong connection to the Force, although she still required significant training to master it and become a full-fledged Jedi.

As Ash watched her training with Four-Nines off to the side, he was impressed by her skillful reflexes and instincts. He couldn't help but notice, however, that her lightsaber color was faded and not fully visible. He wondered if this was because she lacked sufficient training with the Force. Before he could ask, Kara's father approached him with a cup of hot tea, and Ash gratefully accepted it. "Thank you," he said before he started blowing on the hot steam and taking a brief sip.

Zhima couldn't help but chuckle at the teen's impeccable manners. "I'm sorry if it's not much. We weren't expecting any visitors. But it's the least I could do for you after you saved my daughter from those monsters," he explained with a grateful smile.

"It's no problem, sir," Ash responded with a smile, which brought amusement to the older Lah.

"Please, you can drop the formalities, Ash. Just call me your future-in-law," Zhima said playfully, poking fun at his daughter.

"What?" Ash blinked in confusion, unsure of what the man had just said.

Kara, on the other hand, knew that her only parent was poking fun at her and trying his best to elicit a reaction from her during her training. "Father!" she whined, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

The sabersmith let out a hearty chuckle, ignoring his daughter's glare. "I'm just kidding, Kara," he reassured his only child, who didn't seem to be pleased with his jokes. Soon, Zhima redirected his focus back to important matters; his expression became serious. "So, Ash, about those monsters that recently appeared." He drew the Keyblade wielder's attention. "Can you tell me more about them and their behavior?" he asked, wanting to gather as much information as possible.

"They are Heartless," Ash began to explain, drawing both Zhima's and Lah's interest. "They are the manifestation of people's hearts when they are corrupted with darkness. They are drawn to strong hearts and feed on the darkness within them, making them more powerful. They are relentless in their pursuit of darkness and will stop at nothing to achieve their goal of consuming all light in the world."

"Darkness, you said," A huge frown appeared on Zhima's face as he didn't like the sound of that. It's one thing with the Sith, but with Heartless now appearing, it was starting to make things more complicated. "We need to be extra cautious and keep a close eye on any unusual activities in the area," he said, his tone stern.

"You don't have to worry about that, sir!" Ash's words seemed to have piqued Zhima's curiosity. He looked at him expectantly, wondering what he had in mind. In response, Ash gave him a reassuring grin and said, "This is why I'm here!" As the sabersmith raised an eyebrow, Ash closed his eyes for a moment and held his hand out as if in deep concentration. Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared, and in the blink of an eye, the Oathkeeper materialized within his grip. The sudden appearance of the weapon startled both Lahs, but Ash seemed unfazed.

Kara couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the sight of Ash's Keyblade. "That's so cool!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. Ash chuckled at her reaction, happy to have impressed her with his abilities.

Zhima was utterly surprised and couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His gaze was fixed on the Oathkeeper, almost as if he was seeing it for the first time. The legend he had once heard in storybooks about chosen warriors of light wielding key-shaped weapons that could extinguish the darkness was suddenly coming to life before his eyes. As Ash dismissed the Keyblade, Zhima couldn't help but stare at him in wonder, lost in thought. He wondered if it was possible for a Keyblade wielder like Ash to be able to use the Force. After all, someone close to him had once told him that the Force lies within all life, so perhaps there was a possibility.

However, the sabersmith's focus was interrupted when he caught sight of an unfamiliar aircraft hovering in the sky outside his home window. It appeared to be heading towards his doorstep, causing him to feel wary and concerned. With narrowed eyes, he walked up to his craft station and began gathering up the six lightsabers he had recently finished working on, including the one belonging to his daughter. He wrapped them up in a blanket, securing them in place. As he completed this strange behavior, he couldn't help but wonder who was on board the aircraft and what they could possibly want from him. His actions did not go unnoticed.

"Father?" Kara called out, her voice laced with concern as she noticed the worried expression on her father's face. She couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such an abrupt change in his demeanor.

"Kara," Zhima began with a serious tone, catching the brunette's attention. "I need you to deliver the lightsabers to the temple immediately." He approached his bewildered daughter and wrapped the blanket containing the lightsabers around her waist, knotting it securely.

"You're not going to deliver them yourself?" she asked, her eyes now displaying concern as to why her father was behaving so oddly.

Zhima forced a smile and shook his head. "I'll be busy taking care of our new guests."

As soon as the sabersmith emphasized the word 'visitors', Ash's attention was drawn towards the window. He noticed that the suspicious ship had just landed, and two figures hopped out of it. They were garbed in cloaks with hat-like structures similar to sombreros. The most striking feature about them was the multiple red mechanical eyes that scanned the area for any signs of life or suspicious activity. This gave them an intimidating presence.

Ash's expression twisted into a frown as he watched the robotic visitors. He had a feeling that they were up to no good, and Zhima seemed to agree. The sabersmith had started acting strange as soon as he saw the ship. Ash realized that he needed to create a diversion to help them escape safely. Without hesitation, he ran towards the door, surprising both Lahs.

"Ash, where are you going?" Zhima asked with a frown, though he had a feeling that the Keyblade wielder was trying to provide a distraction for them to escape from the Sith Jedi hunters.

Ash paused for a moment and turned to Zhima and Kara with a smile. "I'm going to go greet our guests," he announced, causing the older Lah to look surprised.

"No, wait...you can't!" the saber smith protested, trying to convince the Keyblade wielder not to put himself in danger for their sake. But Ash was already out the door, leaving the man speechless and worried about his safety.

"Ash..." Kara whispered softly, her expression filled with concern for the Keyblade wielder as she gazed out of the window to see him running towards the Sith Jedi hunters.

"Stop right there, kid!" growled one of the Sith Jedi hunters, brandishing his blaster rifle and aiming it squarely at the Keyblade wielder. Ash froze in his tracks, raising his hands in surrender with a hint of playful defiance.

"Are you the sabersmith Lah Zhima?" demanded the other Sith Jedi hunter, as he kept his weapon trained on the Keyblade wielder.

In an effort to buy some time, Ash decided to play along. "Yup, that's me! The one and only!" However, the two hunters didn't seem convinced, as their multiple mechanical eyes glanced at each other before shifting their focus back onto the lying teen.

"Nice try, kid," scoffed one of the Sith Jedi hunters, anger in his voice as he threatened to pull the trigger. "We know you're not Lah Zhima. You're too young and stupid," he added, throwing out an unnecessary insult that made Ash frown.

"We won't ask you again," the other hunter growled with venom in his voice. "Is Lah Zhima here?" he demanded, his tone forceful as he and his partner kept a watchful eye on the Keyblade wielder, waiting for his answer.

"Well..." Ash paused for a moment, glancing briefly over to the Lah resident. He noticed that Zhima and Kara were still there, peeking through the window to see what was happening. Ash let out a tired sigh and turned his attention back to the waiting hunters. "Nope, just me here," he said with a grin. But it was clear that the hunters weren't convinced by his lie.

"Is that so?" one of the hunters scoffed, not believing a word from the Keyblade wielder's mouth. "Then you don't mind if we check the premises?" he threatened. Ash let out another tired sigh, knowing that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

The hunters believed that they had succeeded in forcing the Keyblade wielder to surrender. However, the opposite was true. Ash had a different plan in mind. He decided to catch the hunters' attention by mentioning something that interested them. "Hold on a moment!" he exclaimed. "If it's what you came for, I may have it." Despite their skepticism, the hunters kept their rifles aimed at him. "Allow me to show it to you," he said, gradually lowering his arms. This made the hunters uneasy.

"Don't do anything stupid, kid!" cautioned one of the Sith Jedi hunters.

"Who? Me?" Ash asked innocently, holding out his hand. "I wouldn't dare," he said with a hidden smile. Suddenly, the Oathkeeper appeared in his grip, startling the two hunters.

"What the?!" exclaimed the other hunter in surprise as he lowered his guard. Ash saw this as the opportunity he was waiting for.

Having both hunters momentarily distracted, Ash sprang into action. He twirled his Keyblade until the tip was facing the Sith Jedi hunters and then fired a flurry of Fira spells at their feet. The fireballs raced forward and made contact with the ground beneath the hunters' feet, creating a massive explosion.

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"Gaahhhh!" The two Sith Jedi hunters screamed as they were thrown off their feet by the unexpected explosion. Seizing the opportunity, Ash charged forward and burst through the smoke. He saw that one of the hunters was still trying to recover from the incident, and he wasted no time as he lunged at him. The hunter hadn't even lifted his blaster rifle when Ash attacked him with a barrage of swift strikes from his Keyblade. Each hit was executed perfectly, leaving the hunter unable to retaliate.

"Gaahhhh!" The Sith Jedi hunter let out a scream as he felt each strike of Ash's Keyblade connecting with his body. The pain was excruciating and he could feel it intensifying with every hit.

Ash acted swiftly, swinging his Oathkeeper at the hunter's back with great force. The hunter was sent flying into the air, groaning in pain. Ash then held his Keyblade high and cast a powerful Fira spell, aimed straight at the hunter. The fiery projectile raced towards the hunter's back and upon impact, there was a massive explosion that engulfed him completely.

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The second Sith Jedi hunter observed his comrade's downfall, watching as his body fell from the sky and crashed into a heap of snow, still emitting smoke from the Fira. Anger boiled inside him as he noticed that Ash's back was turned towards him. Quickly, he grabbed his blaster rifle and aimed it at the Keyblade wielder, unleashing a barrage of red beams.

Ash reacted quickly, instinctively dodging and sidestepping a barrage of rapid beams without even looking back. This surprised the Sith Jedi hunter. "I...Impossible!" Despite his surprise, the hunter continued firing, even though the Keyblade wielder was deflecting several of his shots and evading the others. Ash's evasive maneuvers were clearly frustrating the hunter, who growled in anger, "Quit moving around so I can blast you!"

Ash devised a plan to neutralize the other Sith Jedi hunter. Using quick reflexes and instinct, he dodged and deflected the red beams of light aimed at him. He then hurled his Keyblade, the Oathkeeper, at the hunter, successfully hitting his hand and knocking his blaster rifle out of reach.

"No!"

Once the Keyblade returned to its wielder's side, the hunter watched as Ash prepared to launch a barrage of Fira spells at his way. The feeling of panic began to cloud his better judgment as he tried to escape, but it was too late. The fiery barrages of Fira spells sped at him. He managed to evade some fireballs but couldn't dodge them all.

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"Gaahhhh!" The air was filled with the piercing scream of the second Sith Jedi hunter as he was sent flying off his feet, slamming face-first into the snow. Smoke emanated from his body as a result of the explosion, leaving him seemingly defeated.

The first Sith Jedi hunter slowly recovered and propped himself up on his elbows. He shifted his weary gaze towards his fallen comrade and then at Ash, feeling anger boil inside his mind. "Damn that kid!" The blaster rifle lay just out of his reach at the corner of his vision. He moved his hand and tried to grab it, but a foot suddenly planted on his wrist, preventing him from doing so. The hunter winced in pain as a groan escaped him. He lifted his head upward to see who had dared to stop him.

With a fierce look, Kara and her father stood over the hunter, who was pinned down under the father's foot. The sound of bones cracking could be heard as he applied more pressure. After a moment, the sabersmith turned his attention to his daughter and asked, "Kara, can I see one of the lightsabers?" Kara gave him a puzzled look but handed him one without hesitation.

Kara reached into her blanket sack and pulled out a sleek lightsaber. She handed it to her father, who inspected it carefully.

Zhima studied the lightsaber carefully, turning it over in his hands to inspect his work. With a nod of satisfaction, he turned his attention back to the Sith Jedi hunter, his eyes narrowed with determination. Suddenly, a loud click pierced the silence, and a beam of brilliant blue energy shot out from the lightsaber, illuminating the area with a soft hum. The hunter was visibly startled by the sudden display of power.

"Wait...you're not doing what I think you are doing, right?" Panic began to take over the Sith Jedi hunter.

Zhima took a deep breath and spoke with conviction, "For all the Jedis you and the Sith have hunted over many generations..." He shifted into a battle stance, gripping the lightsaber with both hands and raising it high above his head, ready to strike. "I will avenge them!" With that, he swung the lightsaber downward with all his might.

"Gaahhhh!"

Startled by the sudden loud noise, Ash turned his head towards its source. He saw Kara waving at him and Zhima walking towards him with a slight smile. When he looked past them, he saw the Sith Jedi hunter in shock, frozen before collapsing on his back with a loud thud on the snow. It seemed that Zhima had used a scare tactic to bluff the hunter into passing out instead of taking revenge by killing him. It was a smart move.

As the daughter and father approached the Keyblade wielder, they expressed their admiration for his impressive skills and abilities. "You were amazing, Ash!" Kara exclaimed, causing Ash to scratch his cheek bashfully.

"It was nothing," Ash replied, trying to downplay his achievement. Zhima couldn't help but nod along with his daughter in agreement.

"Don't be too modest, young man," the older Lah said with a chuckle. "Kara is absolutely right. You have demonstrated exceptional courage and skill, going to great lengths to help people you hardly knew without even considering your own well-being. I truly believe that in a different lifetime, you would have made an excellent Jedi." Zhima also gave his own high praises for the Keyblade wielder.

Ash was taken aback by the high praise coming from someone like Zhima, who had a strong connection with the Force and the Jedi. "Really?" he asked in disbelief. The sabersmith responded with a firm nod, confirming that he wasn't making crazy assumptions and genuinely believed in what he said. Ash couldn't help but grin at the thought. "That would be cool," he replied, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

"Who knows?" Zhima said playfully, throwing another tease at his daughter's expense. "You and Kara might have even gotten married and taken over my legacy."

Kara's face turned bright red as she shouted, "Father!" Zhima couldn't help but chuckle at her priceless reaction, enjoying the playful banter with his daughter.

Aerial Temple

Xemnas's expression turned into a disappointed scowl as he looked down at the six people lying on the temple floor. Ansem, standing next to him, shared the same sentiment on the situation. "What a shame...," Xemnas muttered under his breath. The supposed masterless Jedis were groaning and lying on their backs and sides. It was disappointing to find out that they were imposters after all.

Ansem crossed his arms and frowned as Xemnas expressed his disappointment. "Figure as much," he said, clearly not surprised by the outcome. "Nothing more than a facade." However, the frown on his face soon turned into a smug smirk, indicating that he was pleased they were able to experience something more than lightweights. "However, this little encounter has proven that it wasn't a waste of our time," he added, looking at Xemnas.

"Indeed," Xemnas chuckled darkly, his voice filled with a sense of satisfaction. "There's always room for puppets to be used for our goals." His orange eyes studied the black aura leaking out from the defeated fake Jedis' bodies, pleased with the result of their little experiment.

Ansem shifted his focus to the cowering boy, Ethan, who was on the floor with his back pressing against the pillar. "All that's left is one measly boy," he said, his voice filled with displeasure. He looked at Xemnas, waiting for his response.

"Indeed, you are right," Xemnas replied, fixing his gaze on Ethan with a cruel smirk tugging against his lips. He took a step closer, towering over Ethan with an intimidating presence.

Ethan could only stare back at the Organization members with fear in his eyes, wondering what plans they may have with him.

Cliffhanger! I wonder what master plans Xemnas and Ansem have in store. I guess we will have to wait and see. This chapter was quite a challenge, especially when trying to incorporate elements of Pokémon and Kingdom Hearts with Star Wars. Hopefully, it turned out okay. At first, I planned to make the Star Wars Visions visit just one chapter, but since I included a cliffhanger with Xemnas and Ansem, I might as well do a part 2. The hints of Ash being a Jedi could lead to something significant, or it could mean nothing at all. Only time will tell.

Extra scene: Lightsaber

Ash was at the Lah residence with Kara and Zhima, holding a lightsaber in his hands. "So, this is a lightsaber, huh..." he mused. He had always been curious about what it felt like to hold an actual lightsaber and Zhima was kind enough to lend him one of Kara's lightsabers to experience it for himself. "No wonder it's called a lightsaber. It feels so light," he remarked, tossing the device back and forth between his hands. Zhima chuckled at his comment. "It's even lighter than a Keyblade," Ash added.

"Anyone can use a lightsaber, but the stronger connection you have with the Force, the stronger it becomes," Zhima explained, sharing some of his knowledge with Ash. He knew that he was new to the world of the Force and wanted to help him understand it better. Ash nodded as he listened attentively, taking in the information.

"So, if I were to practice using the Force, I could use the lightsaber more effectively?" he asked. Zhima smiled and nodded.

"Yes, that's correct. The Force is a powerful ally, especially for those who wield a lightsaber."

"I see..."

Zhima gave Ash a deadpan stare and asked, "You didn't understand any of that, did you?"

"Not the slightest." Ash sheepishly shook his head, admitting that he was still new to the concept of the Force and lightsabers.

Zhima chuckled softly and reassured him that it takes time and practice to fully grasp these things. "Don't worry, Ash. You'll get the hang of it eventually," he said with a kind smile.

"Go ahead and try it out, Ash!" Kara encouraged her new friend, eager to see how the lightsaber would respond to Ash's unique energy.

"Okay," Ash said, taking a moment to study the lightsaber and figure out where to start. When he noticed the button, he figured it would be a good place to begin. "So, all I have to do is press this button here and-" He pushed the button with a loud click that echoed through the room, but nothing happened. When he clicked it again, he got the same result. Frustrated, he glanced back at the sabersmith. "I think it's broken," he said, causing Kara's father to give him a skeptical look.

Kara giggled at Ash's frustration. "Ash, you're too stressed. You need to calm your mind and focus. The lightsaber reacts to how you're feeling," she explained, hoping to help him out.

"I see..."

"Here, let me help," Kara said, offering a suggestion. "Take a deep breath and say these words: 'May the Force be with you!'" she instructed, hoping to help Ash relax and focus.

"May the Force be with me?" Ash repeated, looking a bit confused. Kara nodded, encouraging him to give it a try.

"Go ahead and try it out. It can't hurt," Kara said with a smile, hoping to reassure Ash.

"Okay..." Ash looked a bit skeptical, but he decided to follow Kara's friendly advice. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on calming his heart rate and breathing. Soon, he began repeating the words Kara had told him to say. "May the Force be with me...May the Force be with me...May the Force be with me!" Finally, Ash pressed the button on the lightsaber, and to his surprise, a big blast of energy shot straight up from the lightsaber, blasting a gaping hole in the ceiling.

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Kara and Zhima's jaws dropped at the display of power. They both stared wide-eyed at the gaping hole in the ceiling, amazed at what had just happened.

Ash's expression turned comical as he stared at the lightsaber, a bead of sweat appearing on the back of his head. "I guess... the Force was with me a bit too much there," he said sheepishly, realizing that he might have overdone it a bit.