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. Thanks for letting me know! It's great to hear that you enjoyed the Star Wars chapter. I'm looking forward to seeing how Ash overcomes the next battle and what new challenges he has to face. It's interesting to hear that there will be another brief flashback when Ash sees Xemnas. I understand that sometimes certain parts may not be necessary, but it's good to include them to add depth to the story. It will be exciting to see how Ash's visits develop in the upcoming parts.

XVII

Hy Izlan - II

"Hmm..." Ash murmured softly.

"Hmm..." Kara softly hummed, mimicking Ash's behavior.

Four-Nines let out a series of beeps, seemingly trying to mimic its human companions' hums as if it wanted to join in on the disappointing finding. It hovered off the ground between the two, almost like a curious observer.

Amid the bustling activity on Hy Izlan's docks, Ash and Kara exchanged concerned glances as the clock ticked away. The pilot droids, essential for reaching the Aerial Temple, seemed to be either indifferent or incapacitated. The weight of Kara's impending delivery deadline hung in the air, adding urgency to their predicament.

"We need to find a pilot, and fast," Kara said, frustration evident in her voice. She adjusted the strap of her delivery satchel, a visual cue to the ticking seconds.

Ash nodded, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of a responsive droid. The hum of various spacecraft and the distant chatter of the spaceport crowd formed a backdrop to their mounting tension. With determination, they approached a group of droids that appeared to be in standby mode.

"Excuse me," Ash called out, tapping the shoulder of a nearby droid. No response. They moved on to the next one, growing increasingly anxious. Kara joined in, trying to activate the droids or seek assistance from any available personnel.

As the minutes passed, it became evident that the search for a willing pilot wasn't going as smoothly as they had hoped. The stakes were high, and the pressure mounted with each passing moment. The duo faced the challenge of navigating the docks, deciphering the peculiarities of the droids, and securing transport to the Aerial Temple before time slipped away entirely.

With the realization that finding a pilot was proving more challenging than expected, Ash and Kara exchanged a glance, contemplating the alternative of using Ash's Keyblade glider to reach the Aerial Temple. However, the glaring obstacle of Kara's lack of a space suit loomed over them, injecting a sense of urgency and complexity into their predicament.

Ash and Kara, encouraged by the sight of the solitary pilot droid, approached cautiously. The rhythmic hiss of steam escaping from the droid's head added an unusual but intriguing touch to the encounter. As they neared, the droid tilted its head, acknowledging their presence with mechanical precision.

"Hey there! We're in need of a ride to the Aerial Temple, and we heard you might be available," Ash said, a hopeful tone in their voice.

The droid continued sipping its coffee through the attachable straw, seemingly lost in its own mechanical world. It emitted a series of beeps and whirrs, almost as if contemplating the request. The steam continued to rise from its head, adding an air of mystery to the encounter.

Kara, growing impatient, leaned in and asked, "Can you take us to the Aerial Temple? It's urgent, and we're willing to pay."Ash and Kara exchanged disappointed glances as the droid delivered its response in a lazy, nonchalant tone. The frustration of their predicament deepened, and a sense of urgency loomed over them.

"But we really need to get to the Aerial Temple as soon as possible. It's a matter of great importance," Kara pleaded, her tone a mix of desperation and frustration.

The droid took another leisurely sip of its coffee, seemingly indifferent to the urgency of their situation. Ash, determined to explore any possibility, tried a different approach, "We understand it's your break, but we're willing to compensate you generously for your time. This is an urgent matter, and we can't afford to wait."

The droid emitted a mechanical sigh, the steam from its head holes accentuating the sense of weariness. "I'm programmed for breaks. Can't help you," it responded, almost apologetically.

The frustrated mutterings of the brunette echoed the sentiments shared by Ash and Kara. The malfunctioning droid seemed to remain unyielding in its commitment to its break. As the brunette crossed her arms in exasperation, she couldn't help but notice that, indeed, this droid appeared to be the only fully functional option. With a sigh, she reached into her fanny pack and produced a gold coin, holding it out in front of the droid. The metallic glint of the coin caught the droid's attention, and it tilted its head, eyeing the offered currency.

"Please take this and get us to the temple," she implored, her tone now carrying a hint of desperation. The droid emitted a few more beeps, seemingly contemplating the proposition. The steam from its head holes hissed softly, creating a backdrop to the tense negotiation.

"I might as well," it replied nonchalantly, accepting the coin from the girl's outstretched hand. The metallic clang as the coin connected with the droid's mechanisms seemed to seal the deal, prompting the droid to rise from the bench with a labored groan. "Come on, then," the droid gestured, its movements slow and accompanied by the distinct sound of rusted metal. The teens exchanged glances, a mixture of relief and wariness settling in. It seemed they had secured a pilot, albeit one with an unconventional fee.

Aerial Temple

Ansem's attention shifted from the cowering Ethan to the distant sound that had caught his ears. He looked up, and his gaze was met by the moonlight streaming in from the ceiling. A ship, racing towards their location, came into view. Xemnas, too, noticed the approaching vessel and fixed his gaze on it with intrigue. "Hm?" Ansem muttered, his yellow eyes narrowing as he watched the ship draw nearer. The atmosphere in the temple shifted, tension hanging in the air as the unexpected arrival piqued their curiosity.

Xemnas spoke nonchalantly, "Looks like we have ourselves some uninvited guests," He drew Ethan's attention towards the approaching ship. Ethan hoped it was the sabersmith arriving to deliver their lightsabers, but he feared for their safety if that was the case.

"Indeed," Ansem agreed but then said something that piqued Xemnas' interest. "And I can also sense the presence of a Keyblade on that ship," he added.

"Is that so?"

After listening to the conversation between the two Organization members, Ethan couldn't help muttering under his breath, "A Keyblade?" Although he wasn't familiar with the term, it was clear that Ansem and Xemnas were concerned about whoever was on the ship with the sabersmith.

Ansem's anger was palpable. "Hopefully, it's not that meddling Sora or Riku," he spat, clearly annoyed. "They always seem to meddle with our business." Xemnas couldn't help but smirk at Ansem's frustration. It almost seemed as if he was amused and wanted their archenemies to get involved.

Xemnas let out a dark chuckle, drawing Ansem's attention. "Let them meddle," he said confidently. "We always have ways to deal with meddling fools." Ansem couldn't help but smirk at Xemnas' words. It was clear that his counterpart had something up his sleeve for their guests. A sense of excitement filled Ansem as he wondered what Xemnas had planned.

Ansem nodded. "I hope you're right," he said, meeting Xemnas's dark smirk with one of his own.

Kara's heart raced as the airship descended into the temple, and the tension in the atmosphere became palpable. The members of the Organization observed with nonchalance, their gaze fixed on the approaching ship. Kara could see Ansem and Xemnas through the clear glass windows, their piercing stares directed back at her. However, what truly caught her attention were the six motionless bodies scattered on the floor around the two men.

Panic set in as Kara wondered if they were too late and if the Sith, as she believed Ansem and Xemnas to be, had already taken out the masterless Jedi. The urgency propelled her into action as the ship touched down. Kara wasted no time, leaping from her seat and landing safely on the floor. Four-Nines followed closely behind her as she ran past the two Organization members, who were too preoccupied with Ash, about to disembark from the aircraft, to pay her any attention.

As Ash met Xemnas's gaze, an unexpected reaction occurred. Ash suddenly froze, clutching his head with a groan. Xemnas responded with a smirk, a sinister satisfaction in his eyes. The former leader of the original Organization XIII reveled in the moment, thinking to himself, 'Excellent. He's beginning to remember.'

As Ash struggled with the surge of memories, a foreign recollection briefly overtook his consciousness, causing him to lose touch with reality. The implications of this mysterious revelation lingered in the air, adding another layer of complexity to the unfolding events in the Aerial Temple.

"No. XIII, as of today, I am your Superior," Xemnas declared to the figure cloaked in black before him. The young rogue simply nodded, acknowledging the Nobody's words. Xemnas appeared pleased with the response, smirking in satisfaction. "As a new member, you will be given a new name, like all others." Xemnas extended his hand, and in an instant, several letters materialized before the figure - A, S, and H - spelling out a familiar name. The letters began to spin and readjust, forming a new configuration. Xemnas stopped the spinning by summoning an X, and the letters H, Ä, and S transformed into the name Xhäs. As the young rogue attempted to articulate the name, no sound escaped its mouth. Xemnas noticed the figure's silent muttering and smirked in response. "The new you," he pronounced with pride.

Ash groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, dropping to one knee while still clutching his head. The vivid vision he had just experienced left him disoriented, and he attempted to piece together its meaning and connection to him. The figures in black coats, especially one assumed to be Xemnas, played a central role in the mysterious scenes. Although Ash had never heard of Organization XIII before, a strong connection seemed to linger, intensifying after the recent surge of memories.

Kara's attention was immediately drawn to Xemnas as he let out a dark chuckle. However, her concern quickly shifted to Ash, who was visibly in pain. "Ash!" she cried out, her eyes filled with worry. Turning to Xemnas, she glared at him, accusing the former leader of the original Organization XIII of being responsible for Ash's suffering. "What did you do to him?!" she demanded, her voice laced with anger. The accusation hung in the air as Kara confronted Xemnas, demanding an explanation for the pain inflicted on her companion.

Ansem let out a scoff at Kara's ignorance, casting her a sharp glare. Xemnas, on the other hand, simply glanced at the girl with a dark chuckle and replied, "All he needed was a little push, and I gave him one." Kara narrowed her eyes, clearly not understanding the true meaning behind Xemnas's cryptic words.

Ansem redirected his attention towards Kara and suggested, "Instead of worrying about him, you should focus on your other friends." Xemnas let out a brief chuckle, glancing around at the unconscious figures claiming to be masterless Jedi.

"Ah yes... these Jedis," he said, stretching out the word as he looked at their fallen bodies, which emitted dark energy. "They were amusing, but overall a disappointment." His response confirmed Kara's suspicion that they were indeed the ones responsible for incapacitating the masterless Jedis.

"We should get going. We have other important matters to attend to," Ansem declared to Xemnas.

Without hesitation, Xemnas agreed. "Indeed," he replied with a smug smirk, sparing a side glance at Ash. "Until we meet again, Ash Ketchum," he added before he and Ansem quickly vanished through a dark portal. The portal closed behind them, leaving Kara and Ethan baffled.

As the masterless Jedi began to stir, Kara and Ethan's attention shifted towards them. Roden groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor, and the rest of his group followed suit. Kara stood by his side, her expression filled with concern. "Who are you?" Roden asked, eyeing her with confusion. The presence of a young girl at the Aerial Temple caught him off guard.

Kara fidgeted nervously under Roden's gaze before speaking up. "I'm Kara," she introduced herself. "I'm the daughter of the sabersmith Lah Zhima." Her words prompted the other masterless Jedi to turn and look at her.

Hanbei, the elderly and peculiar-looking Jedi, approached Roden's side with a curious expression. "Sabersmith?" he repeated, looking at Kara. "Does that mean you're here to deliver the lightsabers?" His colleagues also became interested and shifted their attention to Kara.

Kara nodded and smiled. "Yes, my father sent me here to make the delivery for him," she confirmed. To prove her story, she undid the blanket sack around her waist and carefully placed it on the ground. As she revealed the six lightsabers inside, the imposter Jedi were surprised and taken aback. The genuine nature of Kara's mission seemed to dispel any doubts lingering in the air, and the presence of the lightsabers shifted the focus to the eagerly anticipated delivery.

Roden looked at the lightsabers in awe. "So they are really here..." he muttered, but his expression soon turned into an evil smirk. Kara noticed this and began to feel uneasy.

"Excuse me, mister?" she said, her voice filled with anxiety. Suddenly, Roden grabbed her by the front of her hoodie, lifting her off the ground. The force of his grip made her wince, causing Ash and Ethan to become alarmed.

The Keyblade wielder shouted out his friend's name, "Kara!" He was worried about her safety, but his attention was soon drawn to the dark energy emanating from Roden and his accomplices. The ominous aura suggested that their hearts were consumed by darkness.

Roden let out an evil chuckle as he enjoyed seeing Kara squirm in his grip. "To think that the foolish sabersmith would send his own daughter to deliver us the lightsabers. I guess he figured out we would slay him if he was here," he said with a sinister grin. Kara's eyes widened in surprise as she gasped, realizing her father's intentions.

Ethan muttered in a confused tone, "Wait, what are you saying...?" He struggled to make sense of the situation and understand what was going on.

Niizo, the only female among the imposters, mocked Ethan with a smug expression. "Silly boy, do we need to spell it out for you?" she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, and Kara's precarious situation added a layer of urgency to the unfolding drama in the Aerial Temple. The masterless Jedis, once believed to be allies, were now revealed as adversaries with dark intentions.

Hanbei explained with an evil chuckle, "We were never Jedis to begin with. We are acolytes of the Sith and sworn to the dark side. And we are here to put an end to the margrave's pitiful plans of restoring the Jedi Order!" Ethan was stunned by this revelation and struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

Ethan was in disbelief and muttered, "No way..." He couldn't believe that he had been betrayed by his so-called fellow Jedis. They were actually Sith in disguise all along.

Roden's grin grew wider as he could feel the power of darkness surging through his veins. "Now that we have the lightsabers in our possession and the power of darkness at our disposal, all that's left is to wait for that fool Juro to show up and end his pathetic life once and for all. Until then-" He hurled Kara towards Ethan with ease, and the two collided with a loud thud. "-you two just stayed out of our way," he exclaimed before turning his attention to Ash. The possessed disciples of the Sith were glaring at him menacingly. "As for you..." Each member of the Sith acolytes held a lightsaber within their grip. Once they pressed the button, the temple was filled with the sound of humming lightsabers, confirming that they were, indeed, with the Sith. "We need to take care of you first before Juro shows up," he declared, his voice dripping with malice.

"Your wait is over!" The sudden interruption by the mysterious figure, implied to be Margrave Juro, shifted the dynamics of the confrontation. The Sith acolytes, who moments ago were poised to attack Ash, now redirected their attention to the unexpected arrival. The clanging noise of the mechanical droid's descent and the echoing metal gears added an ominous soundtrack to the unfolding scene. As the masked figure emerged from the hidden compartment, draped in a cloak and cape, the atmosphere crackled with tension. The Sith acolytes, momentarily taken aback, exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of surprise and uncertainty. Roden, once confident in his impending victory, now wore a mask of doubt. "I'm here," declared the mysterious figure, his words resonating through the temple. The implication that he was Margrave Juro suggested a turning point in the confrontation. The Sith acolytes, now faced with an unforeseen variable, hesitated, unsure of how to proceed in the presence of this unexpected player in the unfolding drama.

"It's the margrave!" Kara's exclamation cut through the lingering tension in the room, her voice carrying a note of relief and certainty. The confirmation that the mysterious figure was indeed Margrave Juro seemed to bring a glimmer of hope to the situation. The Sith acolytes exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that their calculated move had taken an unexpected turn.

"How pathetic of you, Juro!" Roden's sneer and growl conveyed a mix of disdain and anger as he accused Margrave Juro of deception. The revelation that Juro had disguised himself as a droid to observe the unfolding events fueled Roden's resentment. The dark chuckle that escaped Roden's lips hinted at a sinister satisfaction in having uncovered what he believed to be a covert strategy. "No matter," Roden declared, his arrogance apparent as he spoke of the Sith acolytes' newfound powers. The dark aura surrounding their bodies intensified, signaling a manifestation of their connection to the dark side of the Force. Margrave Juro, though hidden behind his mask and cloak, could sense the ominous energy radiating from the Sith acolytes.

"Now die, Juro!" Hanbei recklessly charged forward with a yell, his aggression palpable, Margrave Juro, shrouded in his cloak and masked anonymity, calmly held out his hand. The temple crackled with tension as the Force responded to Juro's command, and Hanbei found himself abruptly immobilized, a manifestation of the margrave's mastery over the mystical energy that bound the galaxy.

The arrogant Sith disciple struggled against the invisible force that held him in place, his efforts to move rendered futile. The power of the Force emanating from Margrave Juro's outstretched hand showcased the stark contrast between the light and dark sides of the Force in this critical moment. Hanbei's lightsaber, a symbol of his chosen path, was forcefully ripped from his grip by the unseen power of the Jedi. The weapon hovered momentarily in the air before landing gracefully in Juro's hand. The temple, caught in a brief pause, held its breath as the confrontation between the Sith acolytes and the Master Jedi unfolded with the intensity of a brewing storm.

The sudden change in lightsaber color from red to green signaled a shift in allegiance. Margrave Juro, now wielding the green lightsaber, moved with swiftness that caught everyone off guard. In one fluid motion, the Jedi dashed forward, the hum of the lightsaber cutting through the air as it sliced through Hanbei in the blink of an eye.

"Hanbei!" Roden's shout echoed through the room, infused with genuine concern as he witnessed Hanbei fall under the swift strike of Margrave Juro's lightsaber.

Hanbei's groan of pain gave way to an unexpected chuckle, and the intensification of the dark aura surrounding him revealed an unsettling resilience. Margrave Juro, even with his mastery of the Force, found himself surprised by the Sith disciple's ability to withstand what should have been a fatal strike. "Surprise I survived that, Juro?" The Sith acolyte, turning to face Juro, began to boast about the power of darkness that seemingly saved him from the brink of death. "Thanks to the power of darkness, we can do any-" Before he could continue his triumphant proclamation, a sudden disruption shattered the moment. A fireball, swift and unexpected, hurtled towards Hanbei, engulfing him in a fiery explosion.

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"Gaahhh!" Hanbei's scream reverberated through the temple, a haunting echo that cut through the aftermath of the fiery explosion. The once-confident Sith disciple now writhed in pain, his entire being scorched by the relentless flames.

"Hanbei!" Roden's cry pierced through the tension in the room as he witnessed the tragic fate of his comrade, Hanbei. The anger that boiled within him was palpable, intensified by the realization that Ash was the one responsible for the unexpected attack. The Oathkeeper, its tip still smoking from the Fira spell, served as evidence. "That kid..." Roden's growl underscored his frustration and anger.

As Hanbei's charcoal form lay motionless on the floor, his eyes rolled back behind his head, signaling his defeat. The black aura, once a manifestation of the dark side's influence, dissipated from his body. The temple, now draped in an eerie silence, bore witness to the aftermath of the intense confrontation.

Margrave Juro observed the scene with a discerning gaze, noting the departure of the dark aura from Hanbei's defeated form. In the quietude, his thoughts turned inward. 'Hmm, it seems this boy could be the key to defeating them,' he mused to himself. Juro's interest further deepened as his gaze lingered on the Keyblade wielded by Ash. The weapon, a symbol of power and significance, added another layer of intrigue to the unfolding drama.

"Hen Jin! Toguro!" Roden's authoritative command cut through the lingering tension in the room as he directed two Sith acolytes, Hen Jin and Toguro, to pursue Ash, the Keyblade wielder. "Handle that meddling brat!" The face-masked acolyte and the tall, robotic-looking member received their orders and nodded in acknowledgment. With determination etched on their faces, they swiftly obeyed Roden's command and dashed towards Ash.

"Homen!" Roden's attention shifted to his comrade, the mammal-like creature among the Sith acolytes. With a decisive instruction, he directed the former Jedi to handle Kara and Ethan. The creature-like acolyte nodded in understanding, acknowledging the specific targets assigned to him by Roden. Roden's gaze turned to Niizo, the only female among the Sith acolytes. "We will handle Juro!" With a confident assertion, he declared their intent to handle Margrave Juro

"Right!" Niizo, wearing a smug expression that had characterized her earlier interactions, nodded in acknowledgment of Roden's directive. The Sith acolytes were now divided, each tasked with confronting a specific target among the Jedi and their allies.

The clash of lightsabers echoed through the temple as Roden and Niizo, driven by a mix of desperation and determination, relentlessly attacked Margrave Juro. Roden's initial reckless assault was met with the Jedi's skilled parries, each strike met with a deft countermove that showcased Juro's years of training and mastery of the Force. After pushing Roden off with a calculated move, Juro seamlessly shifted his attention to Niizo, who seized the opportunity to launch a swift and calculated series of strikes. The air crackled with the energy of the lightsabers clashing, a dance of precision and power between the two adversaries.

As the duel continued, the lightsabers' hum filled the air, creating an intense atmosphere. Niizo pressed forward with acrobatic maneuvers, attempting to find an opening in Juro's defenses. Roden, on the other hand, adopted a more aggressive approach, hoping to exploit any momentary lapse in the Margrave's guard. Juro, ever the strategist, began to subtly shift the momentum of the duel. He deftly dodged and countered, gradually gaining the upper hand. The once reckless charges of Roden and Niizo were now met with calculated defenses and counterattacks.

Despite their initial fervor, Roden and Niizo found themselves on the defensive. Juro's lightsaber skills, honed through years of Jedi training, proved formidable. The tide of the battle had turned, and the two attackers struggled to keep up with the Margrave's skillful maneuvers. The outcome of the duel hung in the balance as lightsabers clashed and sparks flew, each participant pushing their abilities to the limit in the dance of combat.

The air crackled with tension as the battle raged on. Homen, with his imposing size and raw power, seemed to dominate the space around him. The encroaching darkness only fueled his strength, making him a formidable opponent for Kara and Ethan. Kara, relying on her agile and swift reflexes, danced around Homen's powerful strikes, attempting to find openings in his defense. Her faded lightsaber hummed as it clashed against Homen's, creating sparks that illuminated the intensity of their confrontation.

Despite Kara's skill, Homen's overwhelming power made it difficult for her to gain the upper hand. Ethan, although determined to assist the sabersmith's daughter, found himself struggling against the sheer force of Homen's attacks. Each clash of lightsabers left Ethan at a disadvantage, his lack of training evident in the way he was easily pushed back. The darkness surrounding Homen seemed to amplify his abilities, making him an even more formidable adversary. As the sparks continued to fly and the lightsabers clashed, Kara and Ethan knew they had to find a strategy to overcome the overwhelming force that Homen possessed. The stakes were high, and the outcome of the battle would shape the destiny of those involved.

As Ash continued to dodge and parry Hen Jin's lightsaber attacks, the dark aura surrounding the Sith disciple intensified with his growing frustration. The red lightsaber hummed through the air as Hen Jin relentlessly pursued Ash, attempting to land a solid strike. However, Ash's agility and skill with the Oathkeeper Keyblade kept him a step ahead.

"Hold still, you dumb brat!" Hen Jin growled, his anger fueling the dark side of the Force. The intensity of the confrontation increased as the two adversaries clashed in a dance of lights and shadows.

Meanwhile, the mechanical Sith Toguro, driven by raw power and strength, stepped into the fray. His heavy strikes aimed to overwhelm Ash, creating a two-front battle for the Keyblade wielder. The air crackled with the clash of lightsabers and the metallic thuds of Toguro's attacks. Ash's focus was tested as he deftly switched between defending against Hen Jin's agile strikes and countering Toguro's brute force. The Keyblade's glow illuminated the battlefield, creating a stark contrast to the red glow of the Sith lightsaber. Despite the odds, Ash remained determined, drawing on the power of the Keyblade to maintain his defenses and find openings in the Sith disciples' attacks. The battle raged on, a symphony of clashing blades and mechanical roars echoing in the air.

Roden and Niizo fought desperately against Margrave Juro on the narrow staircase. Juro, a skilled warrior with a green lightsaber, took advantage of an opening in their defenses and managed to land a swift slash across Niizo's midsection. The pain was evident on her face, but her dark aura granted her a rapid recovery, allowing her to push through the injury and counterattack.

"Niizo!" Roden's horror turned to relief as he witnessed his comrade bounce back from the injury. However, their opponent, Margrave Juro, was not one to be underestimated. His quick analysis and superior skills allowed him to discern the weaknesses in Niizo's newfound powers. Despite her dark aura providing an extra boost, it became apparent that there were vulnerabilities that Juro intended to exploit.

As the clash continued, Niizo fought valiantly, using her enhanced abilities to retaliate against Juro's relentless assault. Yet, the Margrave's calculated moves and strategic maneuvers put her on the defensive. Roden, standing on the sidelines, could feel the tension escalating as the battle unfolded on the precarious staircase. The outcome of the duel remained uncertain, hanging in the balance as the trio continued their intense struggle for supremacy. The clash of lightsabers echoed through the air, creating a symphony of battle that resonated in the confined space of the staircase.

Ash took a moment to assess the situation. The red lightsaber clashed against the Keyblade, creating sparks that illuminated the tense scene. He knew he couldn't let this battle drag on any longer, and the idea of combining Blizzaga and Fira sparked in his mind. With a quick dash backward, Ash created some distance between himself and the two opponents. He focused his energy, channeling the elemental powers within his Keyblade. As he raised the weapon, a swirling mix of ice and fire began to manifest at its tip.

"Hen Jin, Toguro, get ready for a taste of true power!" Ash declared, his eyes narrowing in determination.

In a swift motion, he swung the Keyblade down, releasing the combined force of Blizzaga and Fira. The result was a spectacular display of ice and fire colliding in a powerful explosion. The temperature in the temple fluctuated rapidly as the opposing elemental forces clashed. The Jedi impostors, caught off guard by the unexpected combination, attempted to defend themselves. However, the intense mix of ice and fire proved to be overwhelming. Frost spread across the temple floor, and flames danced in the air, creating a chaotic battleground.

Ash seized the opportunity to press the attack. With renewed vigor, he charged forward, his Keyblade cutting through the aftermath of the elemental explosion. Toguro and Hen Jin struggled to regain their composure, but Ash's relentless assault gave them little chance to recover. The air crackled with tension as Ash, wielding the Oathkeeper, swiftly moved toward Hen Jin. The Keyblade, gleaming with an ethereal light, sliced through the space between them. The clash of metal echoed in the temple as the blade met Hen Jin's lightsaber. In that decisive moment, the power of the Oathkeeper overcame the Sith disciple's defense. Ash's strike landed true, and Hen Jin recoiled, a pained groan escaping him. The dark energy that once surrounded Hen Jin began to waver, flickering like a dying flame. With a final, forceful motion, Ash's Oathkeeper completed its arc, and Hen Jin collapsed onto his back. The lightsaber slipped from his grasp, clattering on the cold floor. The ominous aura that had surrounded the Sith disciple slowly dissipated, leaving behind a palpable sense of defeat.

With Hen Jin defeated, Ash swiftly redirected his focus toward Toguro. Channeling the power of the Keyblade, he summoned the elemental force of fire, casting a Fira spell with a determined gesture. A searing blaze erupted from the Oathkeeper, hurtling towards Toguro with intense heat and luminosity. The Sith opponent, still recovering from the earlier onslaught, attempted to conjure a defense, but the relentless assault left him little room to react.

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The flames engulfed Toguro, casting an eerie glow across the chamber. The Sith struggled against the searing magic, his form writhing within the inferno. Ash stood firm, watching as the Fira spell raged, determined to finish the battle and vanquish the dark forces that opposed him. As the flames subsided, the chamber was left in tense silence, revealing the aftermath of Ash's powerful spell. The air was thick with the scent of charred remnants, and the fate of Toguro hung in the balance.

Amidst the aftermath of the intense battle, Ash took a moment to catch his breath. However, his respite was short-lived as he noticed Juro, the Master Jedi, engaged in a fierce struggle against Roden and Niizo. The urgency of the situation compelled Ash to take action. With determination in his eyes, the Keyblade in hand, Ash sprinted towards the staircase where the duel unfolded. Each step echoed in the chamber as he closed the distance. The Oathkeeper pulsed with a renewed energy, ready for the impending clash.

As Ash reached the scene, he seamlessly joined the fray, the Keyblade whirling through the air with precision. The clash of lightsabers and the metallic resonance of the Keyblade echoed in the chamber once more. Together with Juro, they formed a united front against the remaining adversaries. The battle continued, the ebb and flow of combat swirling around them. Ash's presence added a new dynamic to the confrontation, a symbol of resilience against the encroaching darkness.

The realization of being outmatched by the combined efforts of Ash and Juro prompted Roden and Niizo to step back, reassessing their chances in the intense duel. The power of darkness, which had once bolstered their confidence, now seemed insufficient against the formidable duo of the Jedi and the Keyblade wielder. Margrave Juro, despite not knowing Ash's identity, couldn't help but be impressed by the Keyblade wielder's abilities

"Damn it..." Roden's frustration was palpable, evident in his muttered curse. The Sith duo exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the dire situation they found themselves in. The initial confidence they had in their master plan began to crumble as they stepped back, trying to reassess their strategy.

Juro, though unfamiliar with Ash, recognized the Keyblade wielder's prowess and skill. A nod of acknowledgment passed between them, a silent understanding that their unity was turning the tide against the forces of darkness.

"You won this time, Juro, but the Sith will always hunt down the Jedi!" As Roden and Niizo retreated, a brief moment of tension lingered in the air. The temple, once filled with the chaotic clash of blades, now echoed with the distant sounds of footsteps retreating. The battle may have reached a temporary lull, but the lingering threat of the dark side still hung in the air, a reminder of the ongoing struggle for balance.

The clash between Kara and Homen intensified, lightsabers locked in a fierce struggle. Kara gritted her teeth, exerting all her strength to resist Homen's relentless pressure. The vibrant glow of their clashing lightsabers illuminated the tension in the temple, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Ethan looked on, concern etched on his face as he watched the intense duel unfold.

However, the dramatic confrontation was abruptly halted by the authoritative voice of Juro. The Master Jedi, now unmasked, stepped forward with an air of command. "Enough!" he declared, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

Kara and Homen separated, their lightsabers extinguishing as they lowered them, each warrior casting a wary glance at the unmasked Juro. The sudden interruption created a momentary stillness in the room, the echoes of the clash slowly fading away.

Juro's unmasked face bore the marks of years of battle and wisdom. His gaze held a mixture of sternness and determination, a clear indication that he would not tolerate further conflict. The temple fell into a heavy silence as all eyes turned to the Master Jedi, awaiting his next command or declaration.

"Homen! Please come to your senses and join us in rebuilding the Jedi Order. This isn't like you, and you know that!" Juro urged, his voice filled with a mix of concern and hope.

As Juro spoke, Homen's heavy breathing gradually eased. The realization of his actions seemed to dawn upon him, and the dark aura that surrounded him began to subside. The internal struggle played out on Homen's face, and then, as if emerging from a trance, he finally regained control.

"My apologies, Master Juro. You are right. I allowed the darkness from others to cloud my judgment," Homen confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. The temple held a fragile stillness as the weight of the moment lingered. The clash of lightsabers and the aura of conflict now gave way to a potential turning point. Juro's plea had reached Homen, opening a possibility for redemption and a return to the path of the Jedi.

Juro's attention shifted from the intense moment with Homen to the enigmatic figure named Ash. The unmasked Master Jedi was curious about the young man who had played a pivotal role in the recent battle, wielding a unique key-shaped weapon that set him apart from the typical Jedi.

"By the way, young man, I never caught your name," Juro inquired, his gaze steady.

A warm smile played on Ash's lips as he responded, "I'm Ash."

Juro nodded, taking in the name with a sense of contemplation. The air in the temple carried a mix of relief and tension, the recent conflict making way for a moment of introspection. The presence of Ash, a newcomer with unconventional skills, added an intriguing layer to the ongoing narrative of rebuilding the Jedi Order.

Juro's focus shifted to Ethan, the masterless Jedi who had observed the recent events with a mix of concern and interest. The unmasked Master Jedi extended an invitation, a call to join the cause of rebuilding the Jedi Order.

"I believe you're Ethan, correct? How about it? Do you want to join us and rebuild the Jedi Order?" Juro asked, his tone carrying both sincerity and the weight of responsibility.

For Ethan, it was a moment of profound significance. To be invited by a true Master Jedi to contribute to the restoration of the Jedi Order was an honor beyond measure. The weight of the decision hung in the air, and after a brief pause, Ethan spoke with genuine gratitude and determination.

"I would be honored, Master Juro," Ethan replied, his voice reflecting the sincerity of his commitment.

"Sorry, but I can't. I still have my own journeys to worry about," Ash gently declined, a sense of determination underlying his words. Ash's polite rejection echoed through the temple, drawing the attention of both Juro and Kara. The Keyblade wielder expressed his gratitude but explained the pressing nature of his own journey—a mission to save Aqua from the Realm of Darkness and assist Sora and others in facing the threats of Heartless and enigmatic figures in black coats.

Kara's face reflected a frown, sadness evident in her expression. The prospect of parting ways with a newfound friend was a bitter realization. "Wait, so you're leaving?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of disappointment and a genuine wish for Ash's well-being.

Ash met Kara's gaze, a mixture of understanding and regret was evident in his eyes. "For now," he replied, "But who knows? Paths have a way of crossing again. We might meet again soon," he reassured her with a smile, hoping to ease the sadness of their parting.

Kara let out a sigh that carried a mix of understanding and acceptance as Ash prepared to leave. However, her demeanor shifted as she injected a playful warning into the farewell. "Alright, you better keep that promise. Or else you'll have to deal with me, Ash," she teased, a hint of a smile softening the seriousness of her words.

Ash chuckled in amusement, enjoying the light-hearted exchange with Kara. However, the atmosphere turned poignant as he recalled the wise words of Master Yen Sid at the Mysterious Tower. Placing his hand over his chest, he echoed the sentiment, "May your heart be your guiding key, Kara."

Kara's face showed a flicker of surprise when Ash bid her farewell, but the unexpected exchange left a mark on her, and she couldn't help but smile. "And may the Force be with you, Ash," she said, acknowledging the bond they had formed, even if their paths were diverging for now.

In the Star Wars Visions Episode 5, Roden and Niizo died alongside their fellow Sith members, but I decided to spare their fate to make it different from the anime version. It's possible that they might make a comeback later down the road. Ansem and Xehanort's presence in the Star Wars universe was to come up with a new way to harvest the Force and lure out the darkness, but it didn't turn out well executed as they didn't stick around for long. Ash's Nobody's name will still be Xhäs due to many disapproval of the new name Shax. As for Kara's involvement in Ash's harem, I'm still unsure. Since Kara doesn't have a follow-up episode in the Visions series, it might be difficult to use limited materials on her status, and Ash might not revisit some of the worlds later down the road, like Star Wars. Anyways, onward to the next world!

Extra scene: Ash vs Kara

In a cleared area within the Aerial Temple, Ash and Kara faced each other, ready for a friendly sparring match. The atmosphere was charged with excitement as they prepared to showcase their respective skills - Ash wielding his Keyblade and Kara tapping into her budding Jedi abilities.

Ash twirled the Keyblade in his hand, its metallic gleam catching the ambient light. "You ready for this, Kara?" he asked with a playful grin, adopting a combat stance.

Kara, adjusting her Jedi robe, smirked in response. "Bring it on, Keyblade wielder. Let's see if you can keep up with a future Jedi." She ignited her training lightsaber, the vibrant blade humming to life.

The clash began with a burst of energy as Ash lunged forward, Keyblade in hand. Kara gracefully sidestepped his initial attack, her lightsaber at the ready. The air crackled with the exchange of strikes, blocks, and evasive maneuvers.

Ash infused his strikes with Keyblade magic, creating bursts of light that added complexity to their dance. Kara, in response, tapped into the Force, enhancing her agility and perception. Their movements were a mesmerizing display of skill and potential.

As the sparring match continued, each participant showcased their unique abilities. Ash leaped into the air, executing aerial maneuvers with the Keyblade, while Kara demonstrated her Force-enhanced acrobatics, flipping and dodging with finesse.

The clash of metal and the hum of lightsabers reverberated through the temple, creating a symphony of friendly competition. Despite the intensity of their sparring, there was mutual respect and understanding between Ash and Kara.

After a particularly energetic exchange, they paused, catching their breath. Ash grinned at Kara, a spark of camaraderie in his eyes. "You've got some serious Jedi potential, Kara."

Kara, smiling back, nodded appreciatively. "And your Keyblade skills aren't too shabby either, Ash."

The friendly sparring match served not only as a display of their abilities but also as a bonding experience between a Keyblade wielder and a future Jedi, united by their shared adventure.