Hello there!
How is life treating you, my dear readers?
Here is the fourth chapter of this fic—one where Izuku learns from his masters.
As you may have noticed, this story is progressing slowly. That's because I want to show a somewhat plausible evolution of Izuku. I believe you can't become proficient with a power, no matter how simple, in a short amount of time.
Also, as a Star Wars fan, I was disappointed with how Disney and, KK, handled Rey's character progression (Not Daisy Ridley. I mean, come on! The woman is beautiful as fuck and received unjustified hate. Dislike Disney, not the actors, you morons!).
So, yeah, Izuku won't be defeating a dark side user at the age of twelve in the near future, sorry for that.
I'll share more of my opinions and thoughts at the end because I don't want to spoil anything.
I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please leave a review and yadda yadda.
See you at the end.
Disclaimer: You already know this; MHA is owned by Kohei Horikoshi. The Force and everything related to Star Wars are the intellectual property of George Lucas and the evil multi-billion-dollar company with the mouse logo (That one).
The only thing that is mine is the computer from which this is written. Yay!
Underlined and italicized text = thoughts and/or internal dialogues.
Underlined, italicized, and bold text = Force ghosts dialogues.
Italicized and bold text = The Force dialogues.
Bold Text = Powerful characters dialogues (Like All-Might).
"A lesson learned is a lesson earned."
Chapter IV: Lessons.
Katsuki Bakugou sat in his classroom, the morning sun streaming through the windows as he stared out, lost in thought. The past two weeks had been the strangest. Something about Deku, had changed, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
It wasn't just the way Deku carried himself now. There was a confidence, a sense of purpose in his steps that Katsuki hadn't seen before. He had noticed it during their last encounter, the way Izuku seemed to endure his hits with a quiet determination, as if he had something more driving him than the usual dreams of becoming a hero.
It was irritating. Deku's newfound composure and resolve felt like a challenge, something Katsuki wasn't used to, and he despised the unknown. He had always been the one in the spotlight, the one everyone expected to be the best. And now, out of nowhere, Deku was refusing to be the steppingstone he was destined to be.
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking softly. "What's he up to?!" he muttered to himself. The thought of Deku surpassing him was infuriating, but it also sparked a curiosity that Katsuki couldn't ignore.
Later that day, during lunch break, Katsuki decided it was time to confront Izuku directly. He stormed through the hallways, eyes fixed on his target. Izuku was sitting by himself under a tree, reading a book. The serene scene only fueled Katsuki's irritation.
"Oi, Deku!" Katsuki shouted as he approached. Izuku looked up from his book, his expression calm and unperturbed.
"What do you want, Kacchan?" Izuku asked quietly, his tone even.
Katsuki didn't waste any time. "What's with you lately?! You've been acting all high and mighty, like you've got something to prove."
Izuku stood up, closing his book. "I'm just focusing on my goals, Kacchan."
"Goals? You think you can just waltz around like you're better than everyone else?" Katsuki's voice rose, filled with frustration. "You're nothing but a fucking Deku! You're a waste of space!"
Without warning, he launched a strong explosion towards Deku. The force was enough to knock him back, but Izuku didn't flinch. He remained standing, his expression unchanged, though scorch marks were visibly burned into his clothes and skin.
Katsuki watched in disbelief. "What the hell?!"
Izuku's gaze met Katsuki's with a calm intensity. "I'm not trying to be better than anyone, Kacchan. I'm just trying to be the best version of myself."
Everyone present was expectant, watching the confrontation unfold. The air was tense, and murmurs of surprise and curiosity rippled through the crowd. Katsuki's anger was palpable, but the sight of Izuku standing his ground, seemingly unaffected, only deepened his confusion and frustration.
Katsuki's fists clenched as he tried to process the scene before him. The unfamiliar, composed demeanor of Izuku unsettled him, and he could feel his own rage bubbling beneath the surface. "I don't know what you're up to, but I won't let you just ignore me like that!"
Izuku's calm expression remained as he spoke. "I'm not ignoring you, Kacchan. I'm just choosing not to let your anger control me."
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Katsuki's frustration reached its peak as he stormed off, unable to reconcile the strange sense of calm emanating from Izuku. The crowd began to disperse, whispering amongst themselves about the unusual exchange they had just witnessed.
Once Katsuki had left and the crowd had dispersed, Izuku sighed, recalling the teachings of his masters. Master Yoda had emphasized the importance of patience and humility, showing him that self-knowledge and acceptance of one's limitations are key to growth. Anakin, though more impulsive, had taught him to defend himself no matter the situation, but at the same time to pick his battles carefully. Obi Wan taught him to be calm in moments of conflict and to live with self-control.
As he stood there, lost in thought, a familiar presence made itself known. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the wise and stoic Jedi ghost, appeared beside him, a look of approval on his ethereal face.
"Your response was commendable, Izuku," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You managed the situation with remarkable composure."
Izuku nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, whispering to the Force-Ghost. "Thank you, Master Obi-Wan. I'm still learning, but I'll keep your teachings in mind."
"I'm proud of you, my boy. Always remember that." With those encouraging words, Obi-Wan's form began to fade. Izuku was left alone with his thoughts.
Izuku gently touched his padawan braid, a soft smile spreading across his face. The challenges of the morning had only deepened his resolve to become the best version of himself. He felt a renewed sense of readiness and determination, prepared to face whatever came next on his journey.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
In the ethereal realm where the Force ghosts resided, Obi-Wan Kenobi materialized beside Yoda and Anakin Skywalker. The shimmering glow of their forms cast an otherworldly light on the ancient surroundings. His expression was one of quiet pride as he recounted the morning's events.
"Master Yoda, Anakin," Obi-Wan began, his voice carrying a serene weight. "Izuku showed remarkable composure today. He handled a confrontation with great maturity and control."
Yoda nodded approvingly, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "Good, this is. In a brief time, learned well, young Midoriya has. Patience and humility, he practices."
Anakin, ever the impulsive one, couldn't help but interject. "That's great and all, but did he fight back? You can't let bullies push you around. Sometimes you have to stand your ground with more than just words."
Obi-Wan smiled softly at Anakin's words. "He did stand his ground, Anakin. But he chose not to escalate the situation. He demonstrated control and wisdom, qualities which are essential for a true Jedi. As you may know."
Anakin crossed his arms, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Alright, alright. I get it. He's learning to balance strength with wisdom. Just make sure he remembers not to let anyone walk all over him."
Yoda chuckled, his laughter a soft, soothing sound. "Balance, young Skywalker speaks of. Important, it is. Izuku learns well, he does."
As the three continued their discussion, the air around them seemed to shimmer and shift, signaling the arrival of two other Force ghosts. Their presence serene and powerful. The woman, with a confident and commanding aura, spoke first.
"Izuku has a strong heart," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "It's evident in how he handles himself without letting his own emotions dictate his actions."
The man beside her nodded, his expression one of thoughtful confidence. "He's on the right path. The Force is strong with him, and he's finding his own way to harness it. It's not about fighting every battle, but choosing the right ones and understanding the bigger picture."
Anakin, with his characteristic impatience, turned to them. "Where have you two been? We could have used your input sooner."
The woman smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "We've been watching from afar, Anakin. Izuku isn't ready to see us yet."
The man added, his tone calm and reassuring, "Sometimes the best way to guide someone is to let them discover their path on their own. When the time is right, we'll step in."
The scene shifted as the group of Force ghosts watched over Izuku from their ethereal vantage point. The serene landscape of their realm mirrored the tranquility they felt about the young Padawan's progress. Each of them knew the journey ahead would be challenging, but with the combined wisdom of their teachings and Izuku's determination, they were confident he would find his way.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
In the quiet of their living room, a soft, eerie glow enveloped the room as Izuku sat across from the spectral form of Anakin Skywalker. The stillness of the space was occasionally broken by the gentle rustling of the curtains in the afternoon breeze. His mother was still at work, leaving Izuku an opportunity to seek Anakin's guidance.
"Master," Izuku began, his voice tinged with hesitation, "I've been thinking about ways to help my mom. She works so hard, and I want to find a way to earn some extra money to support her. Do you have any ideas?"
Anakin's spectral eyes softened as he regarded his padawan, a look of earnest admiration in his ghostly expression. "I admire your desire to help your mother, Izuku. It shows a lot of character. There are many ways to earn money, even for someone your age. The key is to find something that aligns with your skills and values."
The green haired boy's face brightened slightly, a mix of eagerness and curiosity evident in his eyes. "I'm good at studying and helping others. Maybe I could tutor some of the younger kids at school?"
Anakin smiled, but his expression soon turned thoughtful, reflecting a deeper understanding. "Tutoring is a great start, but I know you have a keen interest in how things work. Don't think I haven't noticed your fascination with taking apart that old alarm clock of yours, Sparky." He chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Izuku chuckled, slightly embarrassed by the nickname his master had given him—when he asked why, his master just shrugged and told him he had too much enthusiasm and energy in him. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty curious about how things work."
Anakin's ghostly form seemed to flicker with a burst of enthusiasm. "You know, back in the day," he began, leaning forward with a twinkle in his eyes, "I built a protocol droid out of spare parts and scrap metal when I was just a kid. C-3PO, we called him. And do you know that pod racer I used to win the Boonta Eve Classic? I put that together with whatever I could scavenge on Tatooine. If you've got a knack for mechanics, there's a world of opportunities out there for you. Perhaps you could start a small business, fixing and tinkering with gadgets for people."
Izuku's eyes widened with wonder. "Really?! You built a droid and your pod racer by yourself?!
Anakin nodded, a glow of pride emanating from him. "Yep. It's all about creativity and resourcefulness. If you can see the potential in the parts around you, you can build or fix almost anything."
A shadow of doubt crossed the green haired boy's face. "But I've never worked on anything like that before. I've always focused on hero training and schoolwork. What if I mess up or can't handle it?"
Anakin's spectral form radiated a reassuring warmth as he placed a comforting hand on the green haired boy's shoulder. "It's natural to feel unsure. Everyone starts somewhere, and making mistakes is part of learning. It's not about proving anyone wrong but proving to yourself what you're capable of. Even if things don't turn out perfect, you'll gain experience and skills."
Izuku's gaze dropped, uncertainty clear on his face. "But what if I'm just not good enough? I've never really thought about doing mechanical work before."
The Force seemed to embrace him, a soothing presence that offered comfort and reassurance.
Anakin smiled warmly. "You don't have to be an expert right away. If you're looking to earn some extra money, consider offering to fix or customize things for people. I've seen your sketches and notes on heroes, Sparky. I'm impressed and know for sure you got a talent for design. Start small, and see where it takes you. You might surprise yourself with what you can achieve."
Izuku looked up, a mix of nervousness and determination in his eyes. "Thanks, Master Anakin. I'll think about it. Maybe it's worth trying, even if I'm not sure where to start."
Anakin's hand remained on his padawan's shoulder, a gesture of steadfast support. "Remember, Sparky, that's why I'm here as your master. If you ever have doubts or run into problems, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be here to help you figure things out and guide you through it. You've got potential, and I believe in you."
Izuku nodded, his gaze sweeping over his small apartment. His eyes fell on an old desk lamp on the kitchen table, its light flickering erratically.
"Hey, Master Anakin," He said, a spark of inspiration in his voice. "Look at this lamp. It keeps flickering, and I'm not sure what's wrong with it."
His master's ghostly form shifted with renewed interest. "Perfect. Let's take a look at it together. I'll guide you through the process."
Izuku carefully carried the lamp to the small dining table, setting it down with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Anakin watched with a supportive smile, his presence a calming influence, ready to offer advice as needed.
"First, you'll want to make sure the lamp is unplugged before you start working on it," The Chosen One of the Force, instructed.
His padawan nodded, his hands steady as he unplugged the lamp from the wall. "Got it. What's the next step?"
"Next, you need to remove the bulb and then the cover from the base. Sometimes flickering can be caused by loose connections inside," Anakin explained, his voice guiding Izuku through the process.
The boy worked on removing the bulb and then carefully unscrewed the cover. Inside, he saw the wiring and some connections. "This looks a bit complicated."
His master's encouragement was unwavering. "It's okay. Just take your time. Check if any wires are loose or if there's any visible damage. Sometimes just reconnecting things properly can fix the problem."
Izuku examined the wires and noticed one of them seemed a bit loose. With careful precision, he adjusted it and tightened the connection. "Like this?"
Anakin's spectral form flickered with approval. "Exactly. Now, put the cover back on and screw it in tightly. Make sure everything is secure."
The green haired padawan reassembled the lamp, ensuring each part was correctly in place. He then plugged it back in and turned it on. The lamp lit up steadily, its flickering gone. Izuku's face brightened with a triumphant smile. "It's working! Thanks for your help, Master."
Anakin clapped him on the shoulder, his spectral form glowing with pride. "You did great, Sparky. You've got the right mindset. But always remember, every small project helps you learn and grow. Keep this up, and you'll develop skills that could be really valuable."
Izuku nodded enthusiastically. "I'll definitely keep practicing. Thanks for believing in me."
As the evening light bathed the room in a soft glow, the warmth of their shared moment lingered.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
Izuku arrived at Takoba Municipal Beach, the rugged terrain scattered with trash and debris. The air was heavy with the scent of saltwater and damp earth, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a steady, calming backdrop.
Master Yoda's ethereal form materialized, his presence casting an otherworldly glow over the scene. He surveyed the beach with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting the potential hidden within the chaos. "Disorderly, yet full of potential, it is. Use the environment to your advantage, we will."
The boy nodded, his curiosity piqued. "What should we start with, Master Yoda?"
The Jedi Grandmaster's form shifted slightly as he began to explain. "First, balance and resistance, focus on we must. On unstable ground, these skills critical are. Follow me, young Midoriya, and learn from the environment, you shall."
He led the green haired boy to a particularly uneven patch of the beach, where large rocks, fallen branches, and mounds of debris lay scattered across the ground.
"Balance, you must maintain," Yoda instructed, pointing to the uneven terrain. "Step carefully from rock to rock, avoiding the trash and debris. Distractions, they will create. Focus, you must."
Izuku took a deep breath and began to traverse the rocky terrain, his concentration fixed on each step. The uneven ground made the task challenging, but he focused on maintaining his balance, stepping from rock to rock with caution.
Sometime later, his foot slipped off a rock, and he tumbled into a pile of trash, sending a cloud of sand and debris into the air. The green haired padawan quickly scrambled to his feet, brushing off the sand with a determined expression.
Yoda's voice cut through the sound of the waves. "Patience, young Midoriya. Balance, not just physical but mental, you must find."
The padawan nodded, shaking off the embarrassment of his fall. He tried again, moving with more caution but still struggling to keep his footing. He stumbled into a fallen branch, nearly losing his balance, and had to catch himself before he fell again.
"Good, young Midoriya. Now, add speed, you must," Yoda called out, his voice filled with encouragement. "Quickly, but carefully, navigate the obstacles."
Izuku picked up the pace, his movements more urgent now. He leaped from one rock to a refrigerator, but his haste led him to misjudge a step, and he slipped, crashing into a pile of debris with a loud thud. He groaned, rolling to the side, and took a moment to catch his breath.
Yoda observed with a mixture of patience and encouragement. "Failing, part of learning it is. Continue, you must. Adapt and overcome, you will."
The green haired boy, though tired and bruised, rose with renewed determination. He resumed the course, this time more focused on his movements. Each slip and stumble became a lesson, helping him refine his technique.
After several more attempts, Izuku managed to navigate the course with a semblance of speed, though not without occasional missteps. He finished the course, panting heavily, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes.
Yoda's form glowed with approval. "Better, you are. Learn from each failure, grow stronger, you will. Persist, and mastery you shall achieve."
As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach, Yoda turned his attention to the next phase of the training.
"Now, resistance training, we shall begin," Yoda announced, gesturing to a large piece of driftwood partially buried in the sand. "Lift this log, you will. Use the Force, focus your mind. Strength, it will build."
Izuku approached the log, gripping it firmly. He strained against the weight, his muscles working hard as he struggled to lift it. The grandmaster watched with a nod of approval, his presence a steady source of encouragement.
"Feel the weight, young Midoriya. Not just physical strength, but mental as well, is required. Focus your mind, channel your energy," Yoda advised.
The padawan grunted with effort, his face flushed and sweat trickling down his brow. Despite his exhaustion, he remained determined. Slowly, he lifted the log, his movements steady and deliberate. He held it above his head for a few moments before setting it down with a sigh of relief.
"Excellent, young Midoriya. Balance and strength, you have practiced. Remember, not only physical prowess but mental clarity and focus, crucial they are." Yoda said, a hint of pride in his voice.
Izuku sank down onto the sand, breathing heavily but smiling. "Thank you, Master. It's been tough, but I think I've learned a lot today."
Yoda approached, his ethereal form glowing softly. "The path of a Jedi and a hero can be difficult, but in perseverance, true strength lies. Remember, young Midoriya, always learning and growing, you must."
The boy nodded as the Grandmaster's form began to fade. He stood up, taking one last look at the rugged beach before him. Despite the day's challenges, he felt a renewed sense of determination. With a final glance at the horizon, Izuku started his journey back home, ready to face whatever came next.
Hey! Nice to see you again.
Man, every chapter is getting longer and longer than the previous one. And strangely, that doesn't bother me at all.
I love master-padawan interactions. And tell me, did you like the way Izuku handled Bakugou? My green-haired dude pulled an Obi-Wan Kenobi classic and won the "battle" without much effort. A point for Soresu.
Izuku being a mechanic apprentice is something unorthodox, but the dude has an analytical mind and draws really well. What does that have to do with being a mechanic, you may ask. Well, for starters, to draw and analyze something, you have to know what the heck you're doing, or what the heck you're analyzing. This ability will help him, trust me.
Now for Yoda's Bootcamp 101. I loved the scene from the OT when Yoda acts as a backpack for Luke to train on Dagobah. That made me think: which of the three Jedi we know (story-wise) has experience teaching people physical prowess? Besides, Yoda trained, like, the entirety of the Jedi Order in the prequels. Dudes like Kit Fisto, who could swim and kill droids underwater, learned from the Green Muppet Himself, so he was the right pick for me.
But what do you think? Let me know in the review box.
Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. Your support and feedback mean a lot to me. Stay tuned for the next chapter, and may the Force be with you!
—FarXs