Welcome Back, dear readers!

Here's another chapter of what I hope is your favorite story (if not, then hopefully it will be in the future—please?) This chapter has a lot of lore and explains what I mentioned in the end notes of Chapter II (the part about Anakin and Izuku having similar pasts). Just to set the stage for those who aren't familiar with Sith (ha, pun—shit for those who don't get it) from SW.

Now, you guys are amazing! I really didn't expect all the support you've been giving to this fic. With each new chapter, the stats go up, and that makes me really happy.

I think I'm getting better at writing the fic and the author's notes. I really enjoy writing Izuku's journey to U.A. But what do you guys think?

Leaving that aside, I'll proceed to answer your reviews (my favorite part):

Megalogo15: Thanks for that! I hope you continue to like the fic.

PidgeonKing: Yes, Izuku being proficient with technology is an essential part of his character in this fic. Having a prodigy of a teacher like Anakin makes it not a big surprise. He'll likely build things possible within his universe and according to his abilities. But who knows? Maybe one day Izuku will arrive at U.A flying in an X-Wing.

Tryndamer95: Yes, that's something that will be covered in this chapter and the next two. I hope you enjoy them.

Dennis-Spiral-flame55: It's great that you're giving the fic a chance despite that. Don't worry; Izuku will use the Force and his lightsaber to be a great hero and a great Jedi. I really thank you for your words of encouragement, and I hope the fic continues to meet your expectations. If you liked the interactions between Katsuki and Izuku, believe me, you will like chapter VII. Let me tell you, Yodaspeak is a nightmare, and I almost always have to go back and check if the dialogue seems like something Yoda would say. Having Anakin as a teacher makes it impossible for Izuku not to learn how to dismantle something in 2 minutes, haha.

Regarding Inko, when she finds out that Izuku is quirkless, she tells him that she's sorry, but not because she thinks he can't be a hero—she blames herself for that fact. I always thought that Izuku didn't go crazy in canon because he had something that grounded him: his mother and his dreams. I tried to reflect that, although maybe I should have dedicated a few more lines to explain the support she gave him during the eight years between the diagnosis and the beginning of the fic.

As for the pairings, I have a couple of girls in mind, but I haven't decided yet. Again, thanks for the review, and I hope you continue to like what I do.

With that out the way, let's continue with the chapter. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please leave a review and yadda yadda. (You know the rest.)

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 (The one with its founder frozen corpse in it's basement)

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 living characters dialogues (Like All-Might).

"Who we are never changes, who we think we are does."

Chapter V: The End of Uncertainty.

Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, the early morning light filtering through the window. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was alert, ready for the day's training. Besides, him Obi-Wan's ghostly form materialized, exuding a serene expression on his face.

"Good morning, young Midoriya," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Today, we deepen your connection with the Force. Close your eyes and focus on your breath. Let the Force flow through you, and feel the energy around you."

The green haired boy nodded and shut his eyes, taking deep, steady breaths. He concentrated on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, trying to sense the Force around him a gentle, It was as if a comforting wave of energy enveloped him, connecting him to everything in his surroundings. He felt the subtle vibrations of the air, the distant hum of the city outside, and the warmth of the morning sun.

"Clear your mind of distractions," Obi-Wan continued, his voice a calming presence. "Feel the Force as it binds all living things together. Let it guide you."

Izuku tried to focus, but his mind was a swirl of questions and images. "Master Obi-Wan," he ventured hesitantly, "how did the Jedi use meditation to connect with the Force? What did it feel like for them?"

Obi-Wan's smile broadened, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of his years. "Meditation was a crucial practice for the Jedi, young Midoriya. Through it, we could center ourselves, clear our minds, and attune more deeply to the Force. It allowed us to remain calm and focused, even in the midst of chaos."

Izuku's imagination painted a picture of the Force as an endless ocean, its vastness both mesmerizing and overwhelming. He envisioned himself floating in this ocean, the Force's waves gently lapping against him, yet the depth and expanse seemed daunting. Despite his efforts to stay focused, he felt as though he was struggling to keep afloat in this ocean of energy.

As he struggled to maintain his focus, the room around him began to blur and dissolve. The Force responded as if sensing his difficulty, transporting him to a new location.

He found himself standing in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Its grand hall, adorned with intricately carved stone pillars, was filled with soft, diffused light streaming through tall, arched windows. The air was cool and crisp, carrying a faint scent of ancient wood and incense. The gentle hum of distant conversations and the soft rustling of robes created a tranquil ambiance that seemed to echo the timeless wisdom of the Temple.

Izuku looked around in awe, taking in the grandeur of the ancient architecture. Obi-Wan stood beside him, guiding him through. In the spacious courtyard of the temple, a group of younglings of diverse species were seated in meditation.

Master Yoda stood before them, his presence commanding yet comforting. "Meditation, young ones, essential it is," he instructed. "Calm your mind, center yourselves, and connect with the Force. Through it, guidance and strength you will find." His eyes, deep with ancient knowledge, softened as he observed the younglings.

The boy observed in fascination as the initiates sat in a circle, their expressions calm and their connection with the Force palpable. The Force flowed around like a gentle current integrating them to the vast galaxy.

Obi-Wan's voice was soft as he spoke to Izuku. "This is what meditation means to the Jedi. It's not just about finding peace but also about tapping into the deeper currents of the Force. This connection allows them to receive guidance, clarity, and strength."

He felt a profound sense of calm wash over him as he observed the young Jedi. The image of the Force as an ocean became clearer, revealing that it wasn't something to struggle against but rather to flow with. He understood that this realization marked a significant step in his journey.

As the memory of the Jedi Temple slowly faded away, Izuku found himself back in his room. The soft morning light had shifted to the gentle glow of midday. The sounds of the city outside were muted, and the air seemed warmer and more soothing.

With renewed focus, He centered his mind once more. He could now feel the energy around him with greater clarity, like a steady, comforting current flowing through and around him. Each breath deepened his connection, and his mind became more attuned to the subtle vibrations of the Force.

- THE FORCE AWAKENS –

Takoba beach was bathed in the soft light of the July morning sun. The coarse sand beneath Izuku's feet felt warm, and the rugged terrain was scattered with bits of discarded trash. The rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore created a soothing soundtrack, while the dense foliage rustled gently in the breeze.

Master Yoda appeared beside him, his presence a blend of tranquility and vitality. "Ready for more, are you, young Midoriya?" Yoda's voice, calm and full, carried a hint of playful anticipation.

Izuku, his green hair tousled by the wind, looked up, with eagerness and caution. "Yes, Master Yoda. I'm excited to try something new today."

Yoda surveyed the chaotic beach thoughtfully, his eyes reflecting a deep wisdom. "Practice with telekinesis, we shall. Begin with small objects, you must. Focus and control, important they are."

Izuku's eyes widened with curiosity. "Telekinesis? That sounds exciting! How do I start?"

Yoda pointed to a collection of small objects scattered across the sand—pebbles, tiny sticks, and bits of discarded trash caught in the undergrowth. "Start with these. Lift one at a time, focus your mind, and let the Force guide you."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he steadied his focus, remembering to let himself drift in the ocean that the Force was, feeling its gentle currents surround him. With his hand extended both in his mind and in the physical world, he directed his focus toward a small metal tube resting near a mound of trash. His brow furrowed in concentration as he felt the Force swirl around him, like a gentle breeze stirring the leaves.

The tube quivered slightly, then slowly began to lift off the ground. Izuku's hand trembled as he guided the metal piece through the air, maneuvering it carefully over to a makeshift pile of debris. The tube settled with a soft thud among other small objects, and he let out a relieved sigh.

"Good, young Midoriya," Yoda's voice rang out with approval, cutting through the ambient noise of the beach. "Progressing well, you are."

Encouraged, the padawan focused on a plastic gallon. The object wobbled as he attempted to lift it, but he managed to guide it with a bit more control this time. As he worked, his gaze wandered around the cluttered beach.

A thought struck him. "Master Yoda," he began, "what if I use my telekinesis to help clean up the beach? It could be good practice and it would help make the place nicer."

The Grandmaster's eyes twinkled with approval at the padawan's initiative. "A very good idea, young Midoriya." He said with a nod. "Practice while doing good, you shall. Help clean the beach, you will." His voice filled with encouragement.

Izuku's face brightened with enthusiasm. "Great! I'll start with these smaller pieces and then work my way up."

As the boy continued to lift and move small objects with increasing ease, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden light over the scene. Yoda's form shimmered in the sunlight, his voice filled with pride and encouragement. "A great hero and a great Jedi, you will be," Yoda said, his tone imbued with deep satisfaction. "The path you choose, noble and true it is. Continue your training, and much you will achieve."

Yoda paused, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of pride. "Much potential, you have shown, young Midoriya. The strength of your heart and the clarity of your mind, they set you apart. To see the good in others and strive to make a difference, without expecting reward—this is the mark of a true Jedi and a true hero."

Izuku felt tears welling up as the Grandmaster's words of praise touched his heart. The encouragement filled him with reassurance, and made him feel that all his hard work was paying off. A remainder of why he was training so hard—to make a difference and live up to the ideals of both a Jedi and a true hero.

"You have faced challenges and doubts, yet here you stand," Yoda continued, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. "With each lesson, stronger and wiser you become. Proud of you, I am. In you, the spirit of the Jedi lives on."

- THE FORCE AWAKENS –

Izuku sat at his desk, the late afternoon light peeking through the window, casting a warm glow over his finished homework. As he awaited the conversation he knew was coming, a sense of anticipation bubbled within him.

Anakin Skywalker's ethereal form appeared, his expression radiating warm and encouragement. "Good afternoon, Sparky. How have your lessons been progressing?"

The green haired Padawan eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "Master Anakin! I've been practicing every day. Master Obi-Wan's meditation techniques are really helping me focus, and Master Yoda's telekinesis training is getting easier. I've even started using my abilities at home. Mom's been so surprised!"

Anakin's smile grew, pride evident in his gaze. "Atta boy, Sparky. You're making excellent progress. Meditation was never my strong suit, you know."

Izuku tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Really, Master Anakin? I thought all Jedi were good at meditation. I saw some of the younglings at the Temple, and none were struggling."

Anakin chuckled, a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "Oh, I had my struggles with it. Obi-Wan always had to remind me to focus. There was this one time when I was your age... Obi-Wan found me trying to fix a utility droid at the Temple instead of meditating. He wasn't too happy about it."

Izuku smiled, but a shadow of uncertainty crossed his face as his thoughts turned inward. Anakin had rarely shared personal stories, and he hesitated, the weight of his past experiences making him cautious about prying. Memories of the harsh words and scorn from his classmates and teachers every time he had a question about something he didn't understand, just for being quirkless, made him hesitate. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of those years of abuse.

Anakin noticed the change in Izuku's demeanor. "Is something troubling you, Sparky?"

After a moment of internal debate, his padawan decided to ask. "Master Anakin, you've never really told me much about your past. What was it like for you before you became a Jedi?"

Anakin's expression softened as he settled beside his apprentice, his gaze growing distant as he recalled his early years. "I grew up on a harsh desert planet called Tatooine," he began, his voice steady but loaded with the weight of his past. "Life was hard there. My mother and I were slaves. Every day was a struggle to survive."

Izuku's eyes widened in shock and horror. "Slaves? You and your mother?"

Anakin nodded, his expression somber. "Yes, Sparky. It was a difficult existence. We had no freedom, and our lives were controlled by our owner. But despite everything, my mother always encouraged me to believe in a better future."

Izuku felt a deep pang of sympathy for his master. He clenched his fists, his heart aching for his master's young self, who had endured such hardships. "Master, I... I can't believe you went through that. It's so... horrible. And your mother... she must have been so strong."

Anakin sensed the storm of negative emotions within his apprentice. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, he spoke softly. "I can feel your sadness and anger, Sparky. But not everything was bad. My mother was the kindest, most loving person I've ever known. She did everything she could to protect me, to make sure I was safe and happy, even in such a harsh environment."

Izuku's emotions swirled inside him, a mix of sadness, anger, and fear. The thought of Anakin and his mother being slaves filled him with a deep sense of injustice. He could feel his heart racing, his breath quickening as he grappled with the intensity of his feelings. The shadows in the room seemed to grow darker, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him.

Anakin noticed the change, his own past experiences making him acutely aware of the danger these emotions posed. "Izuku," he said gently, using the boy's given name, his voice a calming presence, "it's okay to feel these emotions. It's natural. But you must learn to control them, not let them control you."

The green haired boy looked up at Anakin, his eyes wide with fear. "Master Anakin, what if... what if I can't control them? What if I fall to the dark side?"

Anakin's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding and empathy. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, the weight of his own past evident in his voice. "Izuku" He began, his tone gentle but firm, "the dark side thrives on fear, anger, and hatred. But it's not the emotions themselves that lead to the dark side; it's how we choose to handle them. Everyone feels these things, even Jedi. The key is to acknowledge them, understand them, and then let them go. You can do this with the guidance of the Force, or with the support of your loved ones. Both can help you find balance and peace."

He paused, placing a reassuring hand on his Padawan's shoulder. "I've been where you are, and I understand your fear. I was once afraid too. But remember, the Force is your ally. It will guide you, help you find balance. Trust in the Force, and trust in yourself."

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "But how do I let go of these emotions? They feel so strong."

Anakin smiled gently. "It's not easy, and it takes time. But meditation helps. It allows you to center yourself, to find peace within the chaos. And remember, you're not alone. You have me, Master Obi-Wan, and Master Yoda. We're all here to help you."

He looked at Izuku with a determined gaze. He wasn't going to let his Padawan go through the same pain and despair he had felt when he experienced the dark side, when he was Vader.

The boy nodded, feeling a bit of the fear and tension ease away. Inside, a cluster of thoughts and emotion swirled as he processed his master's words. He grappled with the conflicting feelings of fear and hope, struggling to find a balance between his self-doubt and the newfound clarity that Anakin's guidance had provided. "Thank you, Master Anakin. I'll keep trying."

Anakin's expression grew thoughtful. "Let me tell you more about my mother. She always found a way to make me smile. Telling me stories, teaching me about kindness and hope. She believed in a better future, even when things were at their darkest. Her strength and love kept me going."

Izuku's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Your mother sounds amazing, Master Anakin. I wish I could have met her."

Anakin nodded, his expression tender. "She was, Sparky. She was my strength and my guiding light." He looked directly into Izuku's eyes. "It's important to remember the good, even in difficult times. Your mother has been a great support for you, just like mine was for me. Focus on that love and support. It will help you stay on the right path."

The green haired boy felt a warmth spread through him, the connection to his own mother strengthening his resolve. "I understand, Master Anakin. I'll remember that."

Anakin nodded; his expression filled with pride as he continued his tale. "One day, a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn came to Tatooine with his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. They saw something in me—potential that I didn't fully grasp at the time." His voice carried a mixture of nostalgia and gratitude as he recounted the moment that changed his life. "Qui-Gon believed I was the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force. He freed me and took me to the Jedi Temple."

Izuku listened intently, absorbing every word.

"But it wasn't easy. At the Temple, I felt like an outsider. The other initiates had been training since they were toddlers. I was older, and my experiences made it hard for me to fit in. Obi-Wan did his best to help me, but there were many times I felt alone."

Izuku's heart ached for his master. "That sounds really tough, Master Anakin. But what happened to Master Qui-Gon? Why couldn't he help you?"

Anakin's gaze grew distant, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resolve. "Master Qui-Gon was a remarkable Jedi. He saw potential in me and believed in my future. But his journey was cut short. During our mission to Naboo, we faced the Sith apprentice, Darth Maul. Qui-Gon fought bravely, but in the end, he was mortally wounded."

The story resonated deeply within the Padawan. He found himself reflecting on the similarities between his own struggles and those Anakin had faced. Both had experienced feelings of isolation and were searching for their place in a world that seemed vast and unwelcoming.

"Master," Izuku said thoughtfully, "it's strange. Your past and mine... they're so similar. I felt alone and out of place too. Sometimes I even think that all of this is an accident, that maybe I'm not meant to be a Jedi, that my struggles and the challenges I face are just random events without any real purpose."

Anakin's eyes softened with understanding as he listened to Izuku's heartfelt admission. "It's not uncommon to feel that way," he said gently. "Many who walk the path of the Jedi have felt lost or uncertain at times. It's a part of the journey, facing those moments of doubt."

Izuku's gaze dropped to the floor, his thoughts racing.

Anakin took a deep breath, sensing the depth of his apprentice's inner turmoil. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "Listen, Izuku. Our pasts, with all their struggles and pain, shape us but do not define us. The Force is a guiding light in our lives, and while it may sometimes feel like we are stumbling in the dark, it is always leading us toward our destiny."

He continued, "I remember feeling isolated and out of place when I first arrived at the Jedi Temple. I didn't fit in, and my background seemed so different from those of the other initiates. But through those experiences, I learned that it is not the circumstances of our past that determine our future, but how we choose to rise above them."

Izuku's eyes met Anakin's, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "So, you're saying that even when things seem uncertain or when I doubt myself, there's still a purpose in everything?"

Anakin nodded, his expression firm and reassuring. "Exactly. A very wise Jedi once said, 'Nothing happens by accident.' The way I see it, it's the will of the Force that we are at your side to help you to become something greater."

The green haired padawan's heart swelled with a newfound sense of clarity. The last flickers of self-doubt in his mind were finally extinguished. What had once been an inferno of negativity had now become a field of ashes.

"Thank you, Master. Your words give me strength. I will try to remember that even in my doubts, there's a reason for everything, and that my path, no matter how challenging, is leading me where I need to be."

Anakin's eyes lit with pride and encouragement. "You are growing stronger each day, Sparky. Embrace the lessons learned from your experiences and trust in the guidance of the Force. It will see you through, and I have no doubt that you will achieve great things. Remember, you are not alone in this journey. I am here with you every step of the way."

Izuku Midoriya, many years later, would remember that exact moment with nostalgia, having discovered that it was the starting point of his path as a wise Jedi and the greatest hero ever known.

Hey! You made it. That deserves some kind of prize. What's the prize? A virtual hug from me—yay!

All right, let's get to what you came here for.

Firstly, more training for my green-haired superstar. As a very wise Jedi once said, "You have to train because if you don't, you'll get a beating and a mutilated arm from every enemy you face, you moron!"

Last chapter, we saw Izuku working on his balance and resistance. (To be honest, when I wrote this end note, I rushed to check Chapter IV because my brain thought I'd made Yoda train Izuku in endurance and resistance—which, according to every English dictionary, are synonyms—and not balance and resistance. It turns out I was wrong, and now I feel like an idiot.)

Returning to the chapter, besides Obi-Wan teaching Izuku not to be Anakin 2.0 and the mechanical crash course from Mr. Chosen One, I hadn't written about real Jedi training (you know, lifting things with your stretched hand, without actually touching them) and meditation. I corrected that in this chapter. Hope you liked it!

Secondly, more Master-padawan bonding, as it's a crucial aspect of every Jedi's life. Unless you find yourself in the middle of a galactic war, in which case you're fucked and have to learn on the move with an imminent death threat hanging over your head. So yeah. Besides, Anakin didn't exactly share his past with Izuku in Chapter II (props to anyone who actually picked up on that fact—you rock, man/woman/whatever you identify as! [Not offensive, as I'm a dumbass with a broken sense of humor]).

Thirdly, regarding Izuku's self-esteem. I've known lots of people who were bullied at school, and none of them believed the nice or encouraging things said to them—at least not without a lot of therapy. I know my depiction of self-esteem issues might be off, and that's fine because I don't consider myself an expert on this kind of situation. But if you've suffered from such issues, let me tell you, my virtual friend, that you are amazing as fuck, and you should roundhouse kick the hell out of those bullies.

Having written almost 450 words of this end note (man, what's wrong with me?), I bid you goodbye. But don't forget to let me know your opinions in the review box.

Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter (and this long-ass author's note). Your support and feedback mean a lot to me. Stay tuned for the next chapter, and may the Force be with you!

Until next time,

—FarXs, rambling expert.