Hello, my dear readers! How are you doing?

As you may remember, in the previous chapter, I mentioned that it would be the last time we saw Izuku at 13 years old. Well, here we have the first time-skip of the fic and the addition of a new character to Izuku's group.

With the previous chapter, we have surpassed 100 favorites and 100 followers, and I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are truly incredible. I wonder how long it will take us to surpass 200.

Well, back to the chapter: this is an interlude between the previous arc, Izuku Midoriya's Origins, and the next one, The Quest mini-arc.

I really have nothing else to comment on, so now I will respond to your reviews:

Ryustin: It's good to read you again, dude. I really have something planned with Himiko, although we won't know about her until several chapters from now. I can assure you that she will appear a little before the fic reaches U.A.

Guest: Hey, thanks for the review. I really appreciate your words and the fact that you think my writing style is good. It's a concern I've had throughout the chapters. Your review really made my week, and I hope you continue to like the fic. As I mentioned in the previous review, Himiko will appear in the fic, but in a few chapters, and I've already thought about how to do it.

Blackwolf1208: Hey, I don't know how to tell you this, but the Force is, in fact, a god and it isn't at the same time. In fact, it could be said that it's a divine concept. What do I mean by this? As far as I understand, both in canon and legends, there's really no agreement on what exactly the Force is. I mean, it's defined as an energy field that surrounds the universe and has will, but more than that is not known. Now, it's well known that the Force is an allegory to Christianity, considering that Anakin is the space Jesus and all that. Where did you get that the Force has no body? In the final lines of the first chapter, the Force takes shape to say that line; the fact that I chose not to describe it is another thing. It has something to do with the fact that the Force is a divine concept and is something that, in theory, should be indescribable—something similar to what happens with Lovecraft's "descriptions" of the ancient gods, of course, taking into account the enormous differences between Lovecraft and this idiot. So yes, in fact, the Force is not a simple voice; it does have a body, but I simply chose to have it communicate without being "present" because if I describe it, that would take the focus away from the plot, as this detail hardly affects what really matters: Izuku's journey. As for making it speak through one of the three from Mortis, doing so would be difficult for me due to the fact that I have five other characters to whom I must dedicate time. Finally, if you like, you can read chapter 8 where the Force takes shape again so you can see that it is not a disembodied voice as you mentioned.

PidgeonKing: It's good to read you again, man. KOTOR rocks, and I really like Revan's character, so I decided to include him over other redeemed ones. I doubt Izuku will learn "dark powers" because, in theory, he would need a teacher to teach him the basics at least. Although maybe he can learn the "light" variant, wink, wink. As for Izuku's potential, it's a bit hard to measure considering that so far only he and his mother are Force-sensitive, and his training would be the equivalent of an initiate/youngling. I really don't think Yoda is a good metric given his longevity, so it's likely that he will scale his power to the MHA universe, although I haven't fully decided yet.

SageOfChaos: Hey, thanks for the review! I hope you continue to like it.

Guest (ArguableReader): Yo. I was really debating a lot if I should respond to you. But after reading the message many times and reviewing the draft of the fic, I realize that your intention was to warn me, so I guess thanks for that. If I keep receiving complaints about it, I can assure you that I will add the crossover tag. But I don't see the problem in not doing it for now, considering that there are moderators on the site who can tell me personally and considering that I'm not the only one who "breaks" the rules of the site. Also, I could argue that this is not a crossover since the entire fic so far takes place within the MHA universe, the only element of Star Wars being the Force and everything it can do, which could be considered a quirk. Do you count dead characters who can only interact with the protagonist? This is because they don't really affect the rest of the universe. But, now that I think about it, that would be an interesting topic to discuss.

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PD: I'll most likely move the story to the crossovers section in the next chapter to avoid any issues. When that happens, I'll need your support to ensure the fic continues to reach more readers.

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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.

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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).

"The first step to correcting a mistake is patience."

Chapter IX: Progression.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long, odd shadows across the school courtyard where the confrontation had taken place the previous evening. Katsuki Bakugo sat on a bench, the remnants of his anger still simmering just beneath the surface. His body ached from the fight, and a bruise darkened the side of his face where Izuku's power had struck him.

Earlier, he had reached out to the first two extras and managed to convince them to keep quiet about what had happened with his intense glare and commanding presence. They swore, agreeing to follow his lead. But when he had tried to contact the red-winged fatso—Tsubasa—the situation took a dark turn. The damned extra didn't answer his calls, and no one had seen him since the night of the attack. Frustrated, he had confronted the lanky extra with the long fingers. It turned out the winged extra got a chance from some distant relative for a special experiment, one that was supposed to make him stronger, and left the city.

So, with all the loose ends tied up, Katsuki replayed the events in his mind, each memory a sharp jab at his pride.

He recalled the chaotic ambush, where he and the extras had caught Deku off guard. That scrawny idiot had been so arrogant, pretending he was just some quirkless loser, only to reveal he'd been hiding a Quirk all along. How dare he! Deku had claimed it was a rare, late-blooming ability, but he saw through the lies. The idiot had always acted like he was better than everyone else, and now he was flaunting his so-called "power" in their faces.

His rage had boiled over as the fight progressed. Deku, the same weakling he'd always despised, had become more aggressive. How dare he accuse him of making his life miserable! He was the one who had endured hardships, not the worthless bastard. It was always that bastard who was weak, who dragged everyone down, not the other way around. The thought of the arrogant loser, the useless burden, making excuses and playing the victim was infuriating.

Suddenly, the situation escalated. Deku's attacks grew more brutal, knocking out the extras. The pathetic excuse for a human being was throwing his weight around, thinking he was tough. His anger surged as he unleashed a torrent of raw, untamed power. He answered with an explosion that singed the edge of the worthless loser's pathetic braid, showing the worthless waste of space how insignificant he was.

He remembered how he insulted Deku, how his words were meant to hurt, to break the bastard down. And it worked. The sight of the loser's face, twisted in rage, only fueled his own anger. Then, the freak showed its true colors as he felt the ghostly grip of an invisible hand tightening around his throat, his vision darkening as he struggled for breath. The last thing he saw before blacking out being the look of pure satisfaction on Deku's eyes.

A flicker of fear rose in his chest, but Katsuki crushed it with a growl. "No," he muttered to himself, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "I'm not afraid of Deku! I'm not afraid of anyone!"

The way the worthless bastard had concealed his Quirk for so long, only to reveal it with such overwhelming power, twisted something in Katsuki's mind. It wasn't just that Deku had a powerful ability—what made him a threat was how he used it. From his perspective, the loser's power was something dark and unpredictable.

Katsuki stood up abruptly, his mind raced as he started to pace, his body tense with frustration. "I won't let that happen," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "I'm going to show everyone the ticking time bomb you really are, Deku. And then no one will doubt my superiority after this."

In that moment, something shifted in Katsuki's mind, a realization hit him with fierce clarity. His gaze hardened, a steely resolve taking shape in his chest. He was the strongest, the one who could overcome any obstacle and now he understood that his role extended beyond merely proving himself superior.

"You're my villain now, Deku. And I'm going to bring you down." He said as he punched a nearby tree, the impact jarring but satisfying. His resolve echoing in the silence that followed. "No matter how long it takes."

- THE FORCE AWAKENS –

Two years had passed since that fateful night in the alley when Hitoshi Shinso found Izuku Midoriya battered and broken after his brush with the dark side of the Force Now at fifteen, both boys had matured significantly, their appearances reflecting the growth they had undergone.

Izuku's appearance was a unique blend of tradition and modernity. He had grown taller, with the beginnings of a lean, muscular build from his constant training. His once boyish features were now sharper, showing the early signs of adolescence.

He wore a combination of traditional Padawan attire mixed with modern streetwear. His tunic, made of a dark green fabric, was reminiscent of the Jedi robes, yet tailored to be more practical and stylish. This was paired with a brown sash tied at his waist, black cargo pants and sturdy brown boots suitable for both training and everyday wear. His hair, still a wild mess of green curls, now held two distinct Padawan braids. One braid was singed and charred, a stark reminder of the darkness he had once touched. The other braid was new, pristine, symbolizing his commitment to balance and the lessons he had learned about controlling his emotions.

Hitoshi, on the other hand, had also grown taller, his dark purple hair had grown a bit longer and he now had to kept it out of his sharp, observant eyes. He preferred practical clothing, often seen in a simple black hoodie and jeans, blending into the background but ready for anything. Despite his often brooding demeanor, there was a warmth in his gaze when he was around Izuku, a testament to the strong bond they had forged.

The two teens sat comfortably in Izuku's living room, basking in the peaceful atmosphere that followed their meditation session. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the window, creating a serene environment that both boys had come to cherish. Meditation had become a regular part of their routine, something the brainwasher found particularly beneficial for honing his quirk by developing his mental acuity further.

Hitoshi stretched his legs out on the couch, his gaze shifting to Izuku with a curious expression. "So, Midoriya, have you had any trouble with Bakugou lately? I know things were pretty tense between you two before."

The green haired teen leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Actually, no. Kacchan has pretty much stopped bothering me. It seems like he has been focusing on his own stuff, maybe training harder or something. I haven't seen much of him, and when I do, he barely acknowledges me. Although, I always feel tension coming off him."

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. "That's surprising. I would have thought he'd keep up the pressure, especially after what happened two years ago."

Izuku shrugged. "I guess it's a good thing. It's been a lot less stressful without his constant provocations. Instead, he seems more focused on his own path. I suppose he's trying to become stronger in his own way."

The room was softly illuminated by the warm glow of a desk lamp, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. The ticking of a clock on the wall added a rhythmic background hum to their conversation.

Hitoshi nodded slowly. "It sounds like you're both on different journeys now. Speaking of journeys, how's that droid project coming along? I remember you were pretty excited about it."

His friend's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Oh, the droid! It's been quite a process." Izuku reached for a small holo projector on the coffee table—one that he had built with his master guidance and what was one of his great accomplishments—activated it, and a 3D image of the droid he was constructing appeared in the air between them. The detailed hologram displayed the droid's sleek design and complex internal mechanisms.

"I've been working on integrating advanced AI with a combat simulation program. The droid is designed to adapt and learn from every training session. It adjusts its tactics based on my performance—like, if I use a new technique, it'll start to counter it. The real challenge has been adjusting the energy matrix. It's a bit of a balancing act, trying to get the energy flow just right without overheating the core."

The image on the device shifted to an array of energy conduits and power flows, intricately mapped oy in vibrant colors.

Hitoshi's gaze shifted to a mixture of confusion and fascination as he observed the complex hologram "Wow, that's... uh, quite a sight. Energy matrix? You're talking about..."

Izuku continued, his excitement palpable. "Yeah! So, I've got this custom energy matrix that needs to be finely tuned. It's all about optimizing the power output for the droid's AI algorithms."

As he spoke, the holo projector began to display images of the energy matrix in various states of adjustment, showcasing intricate diagrams and fluctuating energy flows. "And then there's the combat simulation aspect—where I program the droid to adapt in real-time based on the different training scenarios. For example, if I practice a new fighting technique, the droid learns from it and adjusts its response. It's a bit like trying to teach a robot to think like a strategist."

Hitoshi's gaze became increasingly bewildered as the hologram shifted rapidly, presenting code lines, images of scenarios and various numbers. He struggled to keep up, his eyes darting between the device and Izuku's animated explanation. "Uh, that's... a lot to take in. Energy matrix, combat simulation... I'm not sure I'm following all of this."

In the background, the Force ghosts observed the scene with varying degrees of confusion. Obi-Wan and Yoda exchanged puzzled looks, their brows furrowed in concentration as they tried to make sense of the technical details. Leia, on the other hand, looked thoroughly lost, her expression one of concern and mild frustration.

Her brow furrowed as she whispered to Obi-Wan. "I have to admit, I'm not sure I understand any of this. It's like trying to follow a conversation in another language."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, his voice low. "Indeed. The concepts are quite advanced. I can see why Izuku's explanation might be overwhelming."

Anakin, however, appeared focused and composed. He began mentally formulating solutions and clarifications to help Izuku convey his ideas more clearly. "Maybe you should break it down into simpler parts, Sparky. Start with the basics of the energy matrix and then move on to how it integrates with the droid's learning algorithms."

Luke shrugged his shoulders not even trying to follow the complex explanations. "At least dad is having fun."

The green haired teen noticed Hitoshi's confounded expression and rubbed the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Sorry about that, Shinso. I guess I got a bit carried away with all the technical stuff." He paused, his smile sheepish. "In summary, I still have a lot of work to do.

Hitoshi's confusion began to fade as he saw the genuine, slightly embarrassed smile on Izuku's face. His eyes softened, and he let out a light laugh, shaking his head. "No worries, Midoriya. I appreciate you explaining it, even if it's a bit over my head. It's impressive to see how dedicated you are to this project."

The conversation shifted as they continued to chat, discussing their plans for the future and sharing stories from their school days. They spoke about their hopes for the upcoming school year—their first in high school—, their aspirations, and even the little everyday moments that made life interesting. The evening grew darker, the warm glow of the setting sun fading as the stars began to appear.

As Hitoshi prepared to leave, Izuku felt a surge of appreciation for their friendship. He reflected on how much Hitoshi's support had meant to him over the years, and how their shared experiences had strengthened their bond.

- THE FORCE AWAKENS –

Anakin and Obi-Wan materialized inside the dimly lit warehouse, their ethereal forms casting a faint glow that contrasted with the surrounding shadows. The vast, abandoned space was cluttered with Izuku's mechanical projects—a diverse mix of parts, tools, and half-finished inventions. The air hummed with the quiet buzz of machinery.

His master's gaze swept across the room, landing on a particularly intricate contraption—an elaborate device with numerous gears, wires, and blinking lights. He raised an eyebrow, his spectral eyes reflecting the machine's glow.

"Sparky, is that the prototype I jokingly suggested for a 'portable Force amplifier'?" Anakin remarked with a wry smile, his voice tinged with amusement. "I didn't think you'd actually build it."

The teen who was busy calibrating a targeting system on a nearby workbench, looked up with a sheepish grin. "You never know until you try, master. I thought it might be useful for training, so I gave it a shot."

Obi-Wan watched the exchange with amusement. "Well, well. I see Anakin's knack for creative problem-solving has been passed down. It's almost poetic to see you dealing with the same kind of inventive genius that once drove me mad." He said, nostalgia in his voice.

The chosen one of the Force rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "I'm just glad you're having as much fun with this as I did with you. You know, Obi-Wan, I always told you that you'd miss me when I was gone."

Then, the other Force ghosts arrived at the scene and began to explore the warehouse. Luke's eyes were drawn to a mechanical projectile launcher mounted on one wall —an older model he presumed—inspecting their design with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Leia, on the other hand, studied a different project—the prototype of the small holo projector—marveling at its delicate design.

Yoda stood silently for a moment, his presence commanding respect and obedience. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail of Izuku's work. "Creative, your methods are. Show us, you will, how your training has advanced."

The teen nodded eagerly and led them to the center of the warehouse, where a set of machines was ready for action. With a few adjustments, he set the machines to launch a series of small, fast-moving projectiles into the air. The projectiles whizzed through the air, their speed and trajectory varying unpredictably.

As the first projectiles shot forth, the padawan closed his eyes for a moment, focusing deeply. The Force flowed around him, a tangible energy that heightened his senses and sharpened his reflexes. He felt a profound connection, as if he were one with the air and the projectiles. With precise movements, he began to intercept the projectiles with effortless grace. Each one was either pushed or redirected in a controlled manner. His movements were fluid and confident, demonstrating a profound connection with the Force.

The Force ghosts watched in awe. Anakin's eyes widened slightly as Izuku deflected a particularly fast-moving projectile with a strong force push. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. Leia's eyes sparkled with admiration as she observed Izuku's precision and control. "Remarkable," she said, nodding appreciatively. "Not a single one has managed to hit him. His skill is truly something to behold."

"He's taken what I taught him and elevated it to a whole new level." Anakin said, as he folded his arms, a proud smile on his face. "It's incredible to see how he's applied the training, blending it with his own ingenuity. I guess my training really paid off."

His son rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Always the proud one, aren't you, Dad? But you have to admit, he's definitely got your flair for the dramatic and showing off. It's like watching a younger version of you, only with more finesse."

The Force whirled around Yoda, his eyes narrowed with approval as he watched Izuku's performance. The ancient Jedi Master stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Enough, it is. Seen enough, we have," he declared, his voice resonating with authority.

Izuku stopped, lowering his hands as the last of the projectiles fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, the intense focus slowly fading from his expression. "Thank you, Master Yoda," he said, bowing respectfully.

Luke watched with a serene smile as the padawan completed his demonstration. "Impressive, young one. Your connection with the Force grows stronger each day," he complimented, his eyes reflecting his satisfaction.

Leia, standing beside him, added with genuine admiration, "Your precision and control are remarkable, Izuku. You've come a long way." Her gaze was warm, and her eyes shone with pride, clearly impressed by Izuku's progress.

The teen's heart fluttered as he heard both his big siblings' ethereal figures complementing him. He gazed to his master and saw him folding his arms with a proud smile, nodding in agreement. His expression conveying deep satisfaction at Izuku's achievements.

Izuku's gaze drifted to the machines that lined the walls of the warehouse. Despite the praise he received his brow furrowed slightly as he contemplated his next steps. The internal struggle to push his limits was evident, his mind racing with thoughts of further improvement.

"You're already thinking about what comes next, aren't you?" Luke observed, stepping forward with a knowing look. "That's good, but don't forget to appreciate how far you've come."

Yoda, keenly perceptive, noticed Izuku's distraction. His ancient eyes, filled with wisdom accumulated over centuries, studied Izuku's demeanor. The Force Master stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Hmmm... distracted, you are. The journey long and arduous, it is. Alone, progress slow. But with companions, far you will go. Consider this, you should."

The teen padawan listened intently, feeling the weight of Yoda's words pressing upon him. He reflected deeply, recognizing the truth in the grandmaster's advice. "I understand, Master Yoda, Master Luke. I've been so focused on improving that I forgot the importance of having others by my side."

"Master Yoda is right, Izuku," Obi-Wan added with a reassuring tone. "Even the greatest Jedi needed allies. Don't be afraid to seek out others who can help you on this journey."

The atmosphere in the warehouse was electric with the energy of the recent demonstration. The air buzzed with the lingering presence of the Force, and the expressions on the faces of the Force ghosts reflected a mixture of pride and contemplation. Obi-Wan wore a serene smile, Leia looked thoughtful yet proud, Anakin's pride was evident, and Luke's eyes radiated encouragement.

Izuku remained silent for a moment, reflecting on the profound words of his masters. His gaze wandered around the room, taking in the advice given and considering his next steps.

Suddenly, He felt a sharp shift in the Force. A distinct energy approached rapidly, drawing his attention. He noticed a small spy robot at the door, its mechanical eyes scanning the interior with curiosity going straight for Izuku's machines, ignoring the boy completely.

The Padawan moved swiftly toward the door, his curiosity piqued. As he reached it, a figure tackled him from the side, and they both fell to the ground. Izuku found himself underneath the unknown figure, which he could tell was a girl from what he accidentally touched.

His master chuckled, his voice filled with amusement as he leaned back with a smug grin. "Well, well, Sparky. Making friends in interesting ways, I see."

Obi-Wan sighed deeply, covering his face with a hand in embarrassment.

But Anakin couldn't resist teasing. "Ah, to be young again. This reminds me of the times when Padmé and I were alone at her apartment and had some rather intense negotiations."

Luke's ethereal face flushed a purplish hue, his eyes betraying discomfort as he clearly didn't want to hear about his parents' 'playful' moments. Leia, having shared the same thought as her brother and taking charge as the decisive sibling stepped forward and smacked her father on the head. "Enough, Dad. Focus on the situation at hand."

The atmosphere shifted from one of reflection to lighthearted chaos as the scene unfolded. Izuku, still on the ground with the girl, glanced around, questioning the Force with a mixture of surprise and frustration. "Why didn't you warn me about this?" he thought, feeling a subtle reply from the Force.

"And ruin my fun? Besides, you have to learn to perceive your surroundings on your own."

The padawan feeling the weight of the girl who had tackled him pressing down on him, scolded himself. "Stupid, stupid!" Then, with a hint of concern, he asked, "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

The figure above him shifted and then stood up, revealing a young girl with a confident stance and energetic demeanor that were immediately apparent. She had striking, cross-shaped, large expressive eyes that sparkled with boundless curiosity. Her lively presence matching her vibrant, wild, and spiky pink hair. Her outfit being one inventive and eccentric that included a utility belt trimming with gadgets.

She brushed herself off and extended a hand to Izuku. "Hi! I'm Mei Hatsume, future CEO of Hatsume Industries. Do you want to make babies with me?" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

Izuku's face turned a deep red, looking as if he were about to burst into flames. He stammered, unable to form coherent words. Behind him, Anakin fell to the ground, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh, this is priceless!" he gasped between fits of laughter. "Sparky, you sure know how to pick them!"

Obi-Wan and Luke exchanged looks of surprise and mild embarrassment. Obi-Wan's face, usually so composed, was now flushed with a mix of shock and mortification. His hand covered his face, as if trying to hide from the situation. Luke, having more experience that the old master, couldn't help to feel a vivid flush rise to his cheeks. His eyes widened, reflecting both his surprise and sympathy for Izuku. His awkwardness was palpable, as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to process Mei's bold introduction.

Yoda chuckled softly, his ancient eyes twinkling with amusement. "Enthusiastic, the youth are."

Leia, stepping forward with a wry smile, observed Mei with a mixture of curiosity and fondness. She saw in Mei's relentless optimism a spark of determination that reminded her of her own youthful drive. "Oh, my. I like this girl. Though, I must say, this sort of talk should come much later, not right when you meet someone," Leia commented, her tone both amused and mildly exasperated.

The pink haired teenager, completely absorbed in her excitement, continued. "If you want, we can start right now. Just make sure you call me Mei, okay."

Anakin's laughter roared on, his amusement unabated. "Oh my god, I can't. I can't!" he managed between bursts of laughter.

Mei seemed oblivious to Izuku's flustered state as she began circling one of his modified machines. Her eyes, filled with wonder, examined every detail of the intricate machinery. Her fascination with the "babies" was evident, her gestures animated and enthusiastic.

Izuku, now in a state of utter panic, screamed mentally for help through his mental bond with his masters. "Help! Someone, please!"

The first thing he heard was his master raucous snickers, followed by Leia's tone of reassurance. "Breathe and just be yourself as always." she encouraged, her voice calm and steady.

Luke, with a deadpan expression that managed to convey his feelings through the connection, commented, "Sis, that's the worst advice I've ever heard."

Izuku chose to ignore the smack of the Force that reverberated after Luke's comment and took a deep breath, managing to gather his composure. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you, Hatsume."

Mei continued to circle the machine, ignoring the green haired padawan. Her excitement uncontainable as she inspected it and made enthusiastic comments about the "baby." Izuku's face reddened again as he realized Mei was referring to her inventions as "babies." His previous assumptions seemed misguided, and he felt a wave of relief mixed with chagrin.

Luke, watching the scene unfold, muttered under his breath, "Maybe we should keep Dad away from Izuku's impressionable and pure mind."

Finally, Mei placed a finger on Izuku's chest, her expression resolute. "I'm decided. From now on, we'll make the best babies in the world."

Izuku sighed deeply, looking around the abandoned warehouse with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "What has my life become?"

And here it is: Mei makes her appearance in the fic!

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, especially since I can now portray Izuku with more power and finally describe him wearing the Jedi robe!

Did you like the interaction between Hitoshi and Izuku? Did you make sense of Izuku's explanation about the droid? (Believe me, I didn't, and I just started writing nonsense, haha!)

I loved writing Mei and her interactions with Izuku, as well as the masters' reactions. What did you think?

Dang, I almost forgot to comment on Katsuki and his reaction to the events of Chapter VII. First off, I have nothing against Bakugou; in fact, I want the rivalry between the two to feel organic. Given Katsuki's personality, he wouldn't openly complain about what Izuku did in Chapter VII—doing so would be admitting he's not as indestructible as everyone thinks he is. And we all know Katsuki has an ego the size of a Dreadnought, so it seemed fitting that he would want to train to uncover Izuku's "true self." But, What do you think?

You know that any kind of criticism is welcome, as long as it is respectful.

I don't think I have anything else to add, so i bid you adieu. Have a great weekend. Take care, and remember to drink water—or any liquid if you prefer something else!

As always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts. Please drop your opinions 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!

Until next time, —FarXs.