Heya again, folks! This is the second chapter of this fic. This chapter marks the debut of the first Force ghost who will help Izuku on his path to greatness. (And his first friend in ages, too!)
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Underlined and italicized text = thoughts, dreams and/or internal dialogues.
Underlined, italicized, and bold text = Force ghosts dialogues.
Italicized and bold text = The Force dialogues.
Bold Text = Powerful living characters dialogues (Like All-Might).
"Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction."
Chapter II: Hope Awakens.
A booming laughter startled everyone present in the square. The group of villains, who until recently had been emboldened, began to tremble with fear. Cold sweat trickled down their faces. Some even threw their weapons to the ground, hoping that this action would spare them from the divine punishment about to befall them.
"There's nothing to worry about anymore! Do you know why? Because I am here!"
One of the villains looked up fearfully, coming face to face with Japan's number 1 hero, Super Might. A young man in his late twenties with green hair, freckles on his face, and a smile that seemed to light up the entire square.
"Surrender villain! Your evil plans to use all these people as hostages won't work. Not while I'm here!"
The civilians erupted into applause and cheers for their savior, their relief palpable at being rescued by such a benevolent figure.
The leader of the villains stood up and shouted at him.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
The high-pitched sound of the alarm clock shattered the silence of the room, dragging Izuku from his sleep. Covered with All Might's limited-edition blanket, he let out a groan, reluctant to leave the comforting embrace of his bed.
"Just turn off, stupid alarm clock," he muttered groggily, his arm stretched in the direction of the device while he buried his face deeper into his pillow.
To his astonishment, the blaring noise stopped instantly, as if Mr. Time's alarm clock—a merchandise item from and old hero who had retired years ago—had been silenced by some unseen power.
Izuku blinked in confusion. Each morning, he fought a battle with this alarm, and today, a mere gesture had silenced it. It felt strangely significant, like a sign.
"It was just like yesterday. The same feeling that surrounded me, only this time it came out of my hand. What's happening?" He wondered to himself.
A voice broke the silence, causing Izuku's heart to race. "It was about time that thing shut up. Thanks for that, kid. It was seriously starting to get on my nerves. Who in the nine hells of Corellia would design something like that? If only I wasn't a ghost, I'd dismantle it and figure out how it works, then get rid of that horrendous sound forever."
Izuku's eyes flew open, and he sat up with a jolt, his pulse quickening. He turned his back to the source of the voice, his room now feeling eerily cold.
"A g-g-ghost?!"
The room was silent except for Izuku's heavy breathing. His mind raced. Had he lost his mind? The idea seemed plausible given that he had just turned off the alarm clock without touching it—as if he had somehow developed a quirk overnight.
"P-please, t-tell me who you are," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "A-are you a v-v-villain with a g-ghost q-quirk?"
The voice responded, tinged with a hint of amusement. "A villain? No, kid. I'm a Force ghost." The speaker sounded almost apologetic. "I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't supposed to talk to you without the others presence, but I made a mistake. Sorry for that."
Izuku's mind raced faster, trying to grasp the ghost's words. "A force ghost? What does that even mean?" he thought, his heart still pounding.
"H-How can you be a ghost? And what do you mean by 'the others'?" Izuku asked, trying to steady his voice while grappling with the bizarre situation. He was convinced this had to be a dream, explaining the surreal experience of talking to a ghost on a Friday morning. Perhaps a blow from Kacchan the previous day had triggered this hallucination.
The ghost sighed, a sound that seemed to echo yet oddly comforted Izuku. "Listen, kid, it's a long story. I was once a Jedi. The Force allowed me to return in this form. By 'the others' I meant other Jedi like me."
Izuku's heart raced as he tried to process the ghost's words. Jedi and the Force were foreign concepts to him, but the sincerity in the ghost's tone seemed undeniable.
A gentle whisper seemed to envelop him, like a soft breeze. "Do not be afraid, Izuku." A new voice murmured softly. "This is not a dream, nor are you in any danger. I am here to help you. Trust in me."
Its calming presence eased the green haired boy's anxiety. He blinked, attempting to steady his thoughts. After a deep breath, he turned to the ghost, his curiosity overcoming his initial fear. "What is your name? What is the Force? And what's a Jedi?"
The ghost looked somewhat taken aback, clearly not expecting to be the first to speak with Izuku. The presence of others was supposed to come first. He sighed. "My name is Anakin Skywalker," he said, his voice steady but with a touch of discomfort. "The Force is a powerful energy field that binds the universe together. It gives Jedi their power and allows us to do incredible things. As for Jedi, we were protectors of peace and justice in the galaxy, wielders of the Force."
Izuku listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder. He took a deep breath and started to bombard Anakin with questions. "What do you mean by the galaxy? Are there more planets with people living on them? What kind of creatures live there? Are there more heroes like the Jedi? How do you travel between planets? And what exactly can the Force do? Can everyone use it?"
The Force chuckled seeing its chosen one be the target of the twelve-year-old's curiosity. Nodding in satisfaction at having chosen Anakin as the first Jedi Izuku would meet.
Anakin chuckled softly at Izuku's barrage of questions. He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The boy reminded him of his younger self, brimming with curiosity. Raising his hand, he started. "Slow down, kid. One question at a time. First, I don't think that your galaxy and mine are the same, so I can't answer your questions about yours. But in the galaxy where we Jedi come from, yes, there were many planets with people living on them. The galaxy was vast and filled with distinct species, each with their own cultures and histories."
The boy's eyes widened in amazement. "Other planets? With people on them? That's incredible!"
"Some were peaceful, while others were more aggressive. The Jedi were like heroes, negotiators and peacekeepers, we made sure that conflicts in the galaxy didn't escalate, but as everybody we had our flaws. We traveled between planets using starships that could move faster than the speed of light."
"Starships? Faster than light?" The boy's jaw dropped. "That's amazing! So, people could just travel to other planets whenever they wanted? Did you ever fly a starship?"
Anakin eyes sparkled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Not only did I fly starships, Izuku, but I was also one of the best pilots in the galaxy. Some even said I was the best in the entire Jedi Order. I could maneuver and navigate through the fiercest battles and emerge unscathed."
Izuku's excitement grew with each answer. "Wow! You were the best pilot? That's so cool! What kinds of battles did you fight in? What were they like?"
Anakin's expression grew somber. Looking at Izuku, he saw a reflection of his younger self and his former padawan, Ahsoka. "I fought in many battles during the Clone Wars," he began, his voice imbued with the weight of those memories. "The war was brutal and relentless. We battled droid armies controlled by the Separatists, trying to protect the Republic and its people."
Izuku's eyes widened, absorbing every word. "It must have been tough, fighting in a war. How did you manage?"
Anakin sighed, remembering the toll of the countless battles. "That's a story for another time, Izuku. Maybe when you're a little bit older. After all it's not a tale a kid like you should hear." He said ruffling Izuku's hair gently.
Izuku nodded, his respect of Anakin growing—understanding that the Force-ghost was trying to protect him and his innocence. "The Force, you mentioned it before. What exactly is it? What can it do? Is it like a quirk? Does everyone have it, or is it something special only some people can use?" His questions tumbled out one after another, driven by his insatiable thirst for understanding.
Anakin smiled, glad to shift the topic to something more hopeful. "The Force is an energy field that connects all living things in the universe. It's everywhere and in everything, binding the galaxy together. Those who can tap into the Force, like the Jedi, can perform incredible feats. We can move objects with our minds, sense the emotions and intentions of others, and even see glimpses of the future."
Anakin, seeing that Izuku didn't seem to have any new questions, continued.
"Yes, every living being has the Force but not everyone can use it," he explained. "Like your quirks, it's something you're born with, a sensitivity to the energy that surrounds us. But even those who are Force-sensitive need training to harness its power. Jedi are trained from a young age to understand and control the Force. It requires discipline, focus, and a strong connection to the world around you."
Izuku's eyes sparkled with fascination. "It sounds amazing! Can I learn to use the Force too?"
Anakin gaze softened, seeing the hopefulness in the child's eyes. "The fact that you're talking to me, a Force ghost, means you have some connection to the Force, Izuku. With time and training, you might be able to develop your abilities. But for now, just remember that the Force is with you, always guiding and protecting you."
Izuku was so engrossed in the conversation that he lost track of time. The stories, the knowledge, the sheer excitement of learning about this new world captivated him completely. But as the minutes ticked by, he remained unaware that he was now running late for school.
Anakin glanced at the clock on the boy's bedside table. "Uh, kid, shouldn't you be getting ready for school? You don't want to be late, do you?"
Izuku's eyes widened in panic as he saw the time. "Oh no! I'm going to be late!" He scrambled out of bed, rushing to get dressed and grab his things. As he threw his backpack over his shoulder, he heard his mother's voice from the kitchen.
"Izuku! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up, you'll be late for school!"
"I'm coming, Mom!" Izuku called back, his heart racing. He threw a quick, grateful glance at the Force-ghost. "Thank you, Anakin! I'll see you later!" he said, dashing out of his room.
Anakin watched him go with a smile on his face. "May the Force be with you, Izuku," He said, before disappearing.
In the kitchen, Inko Midoriya was setting the table with a simple but hearty breakfast. As Izuku rushed in, she smiled warmly at him. "Good morning, Izuku! Did you sleep well?"
Izuku nodded, still absorbed in the extraordinary conversation he'd had that morning. "Yeah, Mom. I did. Thanks for breakfast!" He quickly started eating, trying to make up for lost time.
Inko watched her son with a mixture of affection and concern. She suspected he was being bullied and anticipated he might make excuses to skip school. But today, there was something different about him: a lightness in his step, a spark in his eyes. "Izuku, you seem happier today. Did something good happen?"
Izuku paused, a smile spreading across his face as he remembered his conversation with Anakin. "Yeah, Mom. I guess you could say I had a really good dream. It made me feel... hopeful."
Inko's heart warmed at her son's words. It had been a long time since she had seen him that positive. "I'm so glad to hear that, Izuku. Just remember, no matter what happens at school, you're strong and capable. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Izuku nodded, finishing his breakfast quickly. "I will, Mom. Thanks." He stood up, grabbing his backpack.
Inko walked him to the door, giving him a quick hug. "Have a good day at school, Izuku. Be careful."
"I will, Mom. See you later!" With that, Izuku dashed out the door, his mind racing with thoughts of the Force, the Jedi, and the incredible galaxy that Anakin had told him about.
As he headed to school, the familiar knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. School was a place where he often faced bullying, especially from Kacchan and his gang. They mocked him for his quirklessness, making every day a challenge. But today felt different. Talking to Anakin had given him a new perspective, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change.
"They will, Izuku." He heard the Force whisper to him.
When he arrived at school, he was greeted by the usual jeers and mocking laughter. "Hey, Deku! Running late because you were daydreaming about being a hero again?" Kacchan sneered, shoving Izuku against a locker.
Izuku took a deep breath, remembering Anakin's words about the Force being with him. "Leave me alone, Kacchan," he said, trying to muster as much confidence as he could.
Kacchan's eyes widened in surprise at Izuku's unexpected defiance, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. "Whatever, Deku. You're still useless."
Throughout the day, Izuku found himself thinking about the Force and Anakin's stories. Despite the bullying, he felt a small spark of hope inside him, a belief that he was not alone and that maybe he had the potential to be something more. He hoped that one day he could harness that power and become the hero he always dreamed of being.
By the end of the school day, Izuku stepped out of the building with a big smile on his face for the first time in a long time, feeling that his future was filled with extraordinary possibilities.
And there you have it—Anakin Skywalker makes his grand entrance!
I spent a lot of time debating which Force ghost should make the first appearance to Izuku. I wondered, out of all the options, who would bring the most humor and impact? And then it hit me—Anakin Skywalker!
Anakin might not be the first Jedi who springs to mind when you think of mentoring or guidance, but that's precisely what makes him so intriguing for this role. As depicted in the 2008 Clone Wars series, Anakin it's the textbook definition of unconventional and unexpected. He's not the typical choice for answering questions about the Force, but that's exactly why his presence adds a unique flair.
Plus, the way I see it, there are some parallels between Anakin and Izuku. Both have faced tragic pasts, where their only source of comfort and security has been their mothers. They also share a destiny of confronting the final boss in their respective franchises. Not to mention, both are prodigiously intelligent from a young age—Anakin crafting droids from scratch and Izuku showcasing his keen analytical mind.
So, it seemed only fitting that the Chosen One of the Force would be the first to cross paths with Izuku.
What do you think of Anakin's unexpected role and his interactions with Izuku? Feel free to drop your thoughts in the review box—I'm eager to hear your opinions!
Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter (and the author notes). Your support and feedback mean a lot to me. Stay tuned for the next chapter, and may the Force be with you!
This chapter was fixed to match the age of Izuku on future chapters.
—FarXs.