When Obi Wan Kenobi changed his name to Ben and lived in hiding in Tatooine.
Walking in the dry desert. That is Ben's daily routine.
At first glance, the desert area seemed endless, but for Ben it was a familiar path. After all, more than ten years have passed since he gave up the name Obi Wan. While Ben enjoys his retirement, he is also concerned about a certain child. His attention is always sharpened by the fact that he is always on the lookout.
In the distance, behind a rock, he sees a figure. When Ben went toward it, he found a small human wearing a leather robe lying on the ground. He could not make out his face because he was wearing a hood, but the two yellow eyes shining through the dark hood were fading. It was one of the indigenous Jawanese who were scavenging for garbage in the area.
Ben gently closed his eyes and held out his hand toward the fallen Jawanese native. Soon, through his hand, a grisly scene flashed through Ben's mind.
"Poor man." he said, he's been driven out of the herd.
Ben gently took him in his arms and headed for home.
It was not until three hours later that he came to his senses. It began with a cat-like moan, which he emitted on the bed, and then he jumped up.
"Did you notice?"
Ben, sitting in a nearby chair, shot him a look.
"What is this place?"
Jawa looked around the room.
"It's my house. You were lying on the floor hard."
Ben got up from his coffee cup on a nearby table and stood up. Jawa sat up as if frightened, and flashed Ben the knife he carried in his pocket.
"Calm down." Ben said.
"I'm not going to do anything to you."
"I don't believe you. I can't believe it. Otherwise you wouldn't have been so nice to me."
"I was taught to help anyone who fell down in front of me."
"I was never taught that. They taught me to steal the wallet first."
Jawa braced himself on the bed.
This is unusual. Most Jawanese speak their own language.
"It's rare for your kind to be multilingual."
Ben chuckled a little and said.
"I can speak about ten languages."
Jawa pulled out a knife and pointed it at Ben. But when Ben made a hand-slapping motion at the air from a short distance away, the knife flew out of his hand and lodged itself in a nearby wall.
Ben said, "You should only hold those things in the kitchen."
Without bothering Ben, he cleared his throat and picked up the cup again. Java stood there for a while at the strange phenomenon.
"Maybe it's the force ...?"
Ben's eyebrows moved slightly as Java blurted out, "Where did you hear that?
"Where did you hear about it?"
"A while back a buddy of mine told me about it. I heard that there is a race of people who move things with the power of magic. Are you one of them?"
Jawa nodded his head and asked Ben.
"I only learned how to use my powers from my own master. More than that, I am amazed at you, that among the Jawa people there is one as polite as you are."
Ben stroked his white beard a few times and approached Java. More than multilingual, he was fascinated by the strangeness of it, that he was too mature. The Javanese natives are so arrogant and greedy that they collect junk and sell it to the highest bidder with the locals. In some cases, they would attack him as soon as he entered their territory. He did, however, try to resist by pulling out a knife, but first he tried to listen. That's where Ben spotted him.
He acted quickly. He put on his jacket and hood and moved to the front door.
"I haven't had anything to eat since this morning. I'm going to get some food."
With that, Ben turned once to Jawa and left the house without locking the door.
Ben continued on the desert road again. After a long way, he saw many rocky shadows. After crossing them, he continued westward until he came to a spot where only some vegetation was growing.
I was surprised how quickly we made it.
I could hear him breathing heavily. Ben looked back and saw Java behind him, gasping for breath and slumped to the ground.
"Have you been following me?"
"You've been so careless as to forget to lock your house."
Jawa handed Ben the keys. It was the key to Ben's house.
"I'm sorry I made you lock the door. You're a junk dealer. You're the kind of guy who can find anything without telling you where it is. I wanted you to find it for me."
Ben laughed and accepted the key. This was his usual behavior. He would play dumb on purpose to find out the true nature of the person he was talking to.
"I'll make a fish meuniere today," he said. Can you help me catch him?"
"Fish?"
"There is a delicious fish called Demekin living here. I would like you to help me catch him."
Ben did not hear Java's reply and continued into the forest. He followed him, as if following his lead.
When they reached the lake, Ben sat down.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going fishing."
Without a fishing pole or a droid with fisherman's skills input?
"No need."
Ben closed his eyes and held his open hand out over the lake. Slowly, he focused the Force toward the view before him.
The quiet lake began to make a small noise. Soon, a black salmon leaps from the water's surface and launches itself onto the land. The black salmon's eyes were big enough to pop out like a swollen head. And yet, its flesh was melt-in-your-mouth.
And yet, the flesh was meltingly delicious. That's Demekin.
"...Why did you fight with your friends?"
Ben said to Java with his eyes closed. He had already read his memories in the Force, so he figured he could do without the extra cut-off.
"No great reason. We take junk, modify it appropriately, and sell it to the humans for a high price. I just got tired of that practice."
Jawa replied, looking at Demekin as he was launched ashore by the Force.
"... something else you want to say?"
By the time Ben had said this, a large number of Demekin had washed up on shore. He pointed a thick tree branch at some of them.
"Talk to me."
" ... The other day a little human girl came to a kindred with all the money she could find to buy a robot. It was a dingy droid in a dress that a child would have wanted. And it was pre-set to break the moment she won. Of course, the moment the girl bought it, it broke. The girl asked for a refund, but her kinsman refused to give her one, insisting that it didn't matter because he had already sold it. Somehow the scene had become unforgivable in my mind. It was our common sense. What was wrong with me?"
Java's hand stayed as he helped skewer the fish. Ben was in the middle of stoking wood near him.
"Are you disappointed?"
"Yes."
"Can you express yourself?"
"I don't know."
"Let's change the question. Do you hate the people who sold the girl that crap?"
"Yes."
" Now, say it out loud."
"Nooooooo!"
Jawa suddenly let out a loud voice to the ground. The firewoods that had been lit followed his voice, moving and rubbing against each other, and gradually the firewoods lit up.
"...This could be the ... force. "
Java looked carefully at his hands and fell on his buttocks. Ben was smiling.
"That's the source of the Force. You found yourself protecting a pure heart, and a chunk of it must have materialized into the Force. But don't let your guard down. If you hate them too much, your power will become violent and dark."
Ben pointed a stick with Demekin around the fire that had been lit.
"Is this the Force?"
"Yes."
"I have the Force?"
"Yes. Yes, you can learn it with training, but it's not easy for everyone. It's a good thing to be able to do that right after you wake up."
Jawa let out a joyous yell to the sky.
" You know what? You have a lot of adventures ahead of you. You're going to have a lot of adventures, but first you have to leave this planet. Serenitia is one of the most beautiful and peaceful stars in the galaxy. Serenitia is one of the most beautiful and peaceful planets in the galaxy, a place where nature is abundant and civilization is advanced, where the inhabitants live in peace and harmony. On the surface, Serenitia is a planet under the Empire, but its citizens are secretly committed to overthrowing the Empire. That will give you a better idea of what you really need to do."
As Ben spoke, Jawa looked somewhere and clenched his fists as hard as he could.
"I never heard your name," he said. What's it called?"
"... Luminous."
Luminous, the Java, said shortly.
The Java, Luminous, said shortly.
" That's a nice name, just the way the Imperials like it. Farewell Luminous, The Force will be with you, always."
Ben then left a few gold coins near the Demekin he had caught and walked away. As Luminous watches his back as he leaves, he feels something strange in one hand. She noticed that he was holding a small note with directions to Serenitia. His eyes were caught by it for a moment, and when he looked back into the forest again, he was gone. When he realized it was the work of Ben's Force, his yellow eyes, hidden behind his hood, relaxed.