Hey, nice to see you again!
Welcome back to this fic and its tenth chapter, which just so happens to be the start of the Quest Mini Arc!
The previous chapter has shattered the review record with a total of 15 reviews! I say this often, but I am genuinely grateful for all the support you're giving this fic.
Before I forget, I want to take a moment to talk about Himiko Toga. It's clear that she's a fan favorite. It seems like you've all forgotten the old adage: "Don't stick it in crazy." But setting that aside, I do have plans for Toga. Since she seems to be popular, here's a little preview: Have you ever seen the strange and sexually charged dynamic between Ventress and Obi-Wan in Clone Wars? Well, something similar is in store for Toga and Izuku.
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Now, I don't have much else to add, so I'll dive into answering your reviews:
Guest: Actually, yes! In Chapter VIII, Anakin and Izuku discuss his past as Darth Vader. Feel free to check it out.
Benguin: It's Bakugou. I think it's implied he's going to do something stupid. As for a redemption arc, most likely yes. I don't like stories where a character receives all the hate. Plus, it's a good challenge.
RavenMarcus73: Thanks for the review! As I read in a comment on AO3, Bakugou should win a gold medal for the mental gymnastics he performs.
Guest2: Long live the puppet Yoda!
Ryustin: It's great to hear from you again. I'm starting to suspect you're not a fan of Bakugou. Just kidding—maybe or maybe not, he'll get another beating.
Chronolocked: Hey! Right now, the fandom is on flames with shipping discussions, which I find extremely amusing. Unfortunately, I can say that Izuku won't end up with Mei. In my mind, they will have a solid friendship, almost like siblings, so that would be weird. As for the armor (durasteel and beskar), I haven't decided yet. But since it's Mei, I wouldn't rule out her eventually building a Beskar suit—by herself and without knowledge of it—
Guest3: Nah. It's a joke, given the similarities between the two characters.
Guest4: Thanks for the review. I assume you're referring to Mei.
BoltSamlam: Thanks for the review! Mei is very funny. I'll keep updating, and the chapters will likely get longer as the fic progresses. As for Bakugou's redemption, Katsuki will indeed develop from an idiot to someone beloved. I haven't decided the ship yet, but for now, it's Force Choke x Katsuki. Mirio will be getting it 100% as Izuku with the Force and OFA would be invincible, and we don't want that, right? Regarding Toga, she wouldn't be Toga without her crazyness. For Eri, it will most likely happen before U.A., considering that in this fic it's a university, not a high school.
Guest (The Cooler One): I had a good laugh planning Mei introducing herself before the five Force Ghots, so expect some wild scenarios. I think you'll enjoy what I have planned for Himiko. From my perspective, Force abilities can be used for both good and evil. For example, you could push someone with the Force at full speed into a wall and crush them (you know, the old unstoppable force vs. immovable object scenario). This is actually what allows Ploo "to use" Force Lightning (With good intentions of course). If Izuku uses Force Judgment in a context where he feels negative emotions, it could turn into Force Lightning, so I wouldn't rule that out entirely. It's ironic that it's the Jedi who achieve eternal life through becoming ghosts rather than the Sith. Don't worry o don't mind debating technical stuff with you or anyone who takes the time to review the fic. In fact, I enjoy it. I'm a few chapters ahead in writing, so feel free to discuss. I'm also thinking of posting on my Reddit profile so we can discuss things there.
PidgeonKing: Hey, thanks for the review! I agree, Izuku needed a crazy girl on the team.
MerkFox: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you're enjoying it. As for the ship, it's not entirely decided yet.
BurritoBoy1997: Hi! It's amazing how you're giving the fic a chance even without much knowledge of SW. I appreciate that. Don't worry—I try to take some time for myself.
KisameHoshigaki: Hey, it's great that you're liking it. I hope it stays that way. You're right; it's a problem for my future too, haha. God, that would be so funny. Maybe I'll include it in an Omake or in the future since I haven't fully decided on the list of Force Sensitives in the MHA universe yet. Just writing about Anakin and Mei building something together gives me chills.
VincentFS: Hey, I don't really see it that way. After all, readers can skip all the author's notes and just focus on the story. I like to write a lot; it's my style, and changing it wouldn't be ideal. But I still appreciate your review.
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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 with the frozen body on their basement (Yes).
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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).
"What is lost is often found."
Chapter X: Emptiness.
The living room was cozy and welcoming. Soft, warm lighting filled the room, illuminating its occupants. The furniture, though simple, was arranged in a way that made the room feel inviting and comfortable. It's coffee table—situated in the center of the room—was cluttered with video game controllers, a couple of empty soda cans, and scattered papers covered in sketches of various mechanical designs. In one corner, a small droid, partially assembled, sat on the table with tools neatly organized around it. The faint hum of its circuits filled the air as it awaited further adjustments.
Three teens were comfortably settled in the room. The buzz of video game effects and laughter filled the air. Two of them were deeply engrossed in their game, their faces lit up with excitement. The third, sitting nearby, was focused on her laptop, her fingers deftly navigating the keyboard as she made intricate adjustments to the code for a droid project.
In the kitchen, a woman observed them with a warm smile, her heart swelling with pride and affection. Seeing her son surrounded by friends who brought out his joy and enthusiasm was a sight she cherished. The home felt more alive than it had in years.
That woman was Inko Midoriya. Her appearance had undergone a significant transformation over the past two years. Her once soft and slightly round face was now more defined, highlighting her cheekbones. The extra weight she once carried was long gone, replaced by a slimmer figure, one she achieved inspired by her son's journey. Her soft, caring eyes, which had always been a hallmark of her appearance, now shined even brighter.
"Take that!" Hitoshi exclaimed, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he executed a perfect move. His character triumphed on the screen, and he let a loud, triumphant cheer. The sound of his laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the animated noises of the game. His grin was wide, clearly savoring his victory.
Even though Izuku lost the game, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and admiration. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and he leaned forward eagerly. "You've got to teach me that one, Shinso!" he said, his voice full of anticipation.
Mei looked up from her laptop, her eyes narrowing playfully as she raised an eyebrow. "You guys are so loud! It's hard to concentrate on perfecting this code!" she said with a mock frown, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. Her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"You could join us, Hatsume," Hitoshi suggested, glancing over his shoulder. "I'm sure you'd be great at this too."
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. "Nah, I'm too busy making sure this baby of Iruku's is perfect. It's going to be amazing!" Her tone softened, reflecting her genuine enthusiasm and pride in her work.
Both teenagers sighed exasperatedly at Mei's tendency to use nicknames or butcher their names. Despite this, their smiles showed they were fond of her unique way of expressing herself.
Inko chuckled softly at Mei's quirky habit of referring to her inventions as "babies." She vividly remembered the first time the pink-haired girl had excitedly declared that she and Izuku had made a "baby" together. The memory of her panicked reaction—tears welling up in her eyes as she imagined her son being too young to be a parent—made Inko smile. It had taken a lot of reassurances from her son to calm her down, explaining that "baby" referred to their latest project. The incident had become a humorous anecdote among them, a testament to their close bond.
The friendship between the three was palpable. Despite their different interests, they had quickly formed a close-knit group, each contributing their unique talents and perspectives. Izuku marveled at how natural it felt to be part of this trio. Mei, with her characteristic enthusiasm, sometimes threw in exaggerated comments about Hitoshi's skills, calling him things like "Mr. Strategy" in a teasing manner.
As the game continued, the room filled with animated conversations and friendly banter. Hitoshi and Mei began debating the finer points of combat tactics, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic dance of arguments and counterarguments. Their gestures and facial expressions reflected their passion for the topic, adding a lively dynamic to their discussion.
Just as Izuku was about to join the conversation with his own thoughts on strategy, he felt it—a sudden, strange sensation. It was as if a void had opened up inside him, a gnawing emptiness that he couldn't quite explain. His hands froze on the controller, his gaze becoming distant as his eyes glazed over, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Hitoshi noticed first, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. "Hey, Midoriya, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he paused the game. His hand rested on Izuku's shoulder.
Mei looked up, her brow furrowing as she studied Izuku's face. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!" she exclaimed, her tone a mix of worry and playful sarcasm. Her laptop screen reflected in her eyes, but her attention was entirely on her friend.
The padawan forced a smile, trying to mask his unease. "I'm fine. Just... zoned out for a second. Nothing to worry about." His attempt to reassure them was accompanied by a forced chuckle, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
But the feeling persisted, a whispering doubt that something was missing, something essential that he needed to find. He tried to focus on his friends and the game, but his shoulders slumped slightly as the emptiness gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, refusing to be ignored.
Inko, still in the kitchen, noticed the shift in her son's demeanor. She knew him well enough to see that something was bothering him, but she trusted that he would open up when he was ready. For now, she continued to watch over them with a mother's quiet vigilance, her heart heavy with concern.
As the evening wore on and their time to leave was close, Mei finally looked up from her laptop, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I think I've got it! The code for your baby should be optimized now, Iruku. Wanna test it?"
He nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, let's see how it works." He moved to the droid, flipping a few switches and watching as it powered up, its circuits humming to life. His expression shifted from confusion to anticipation as he focused on the droid's performance.
It beeped and whirred, its sensors adjusting as it responded to Mei's programming. It executed a series of movements, displaying improved coordination and speed. Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the droid perform, his earlier unease momentarily forgotten.
"That's amazing, Hatsume!" The padawan exclaimed, his smile genuine and full of admiration. "You've really outdone yourself."
The girl beamed with pride, her posture straightening as she basked in the praise. "Of course! I told you, I'm the future CEO of Hatsume Industries. Making amazing babies is what I do."
Hitoshi nodded in agreement, giving Mei a thumbs up, his own smile reflecting his approval.
Izuku smiled, feeling a surge of warmth at his friends' encouragement. But as he stood there, watching the droid, the strange sensation returned. It was a hollow feeling, like a piece of himself was missing. He couldn't shake it, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the positive. His smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown.
Hitoshi noticed his friend's distraction again, his concern deepening. "Man, seriously, are you okay? You've been acting strange all afternoon."
Mei looked at him with genuine worry, her playful demeanor replaced by a sincere concern. "Yeah, you've seemed a bit off. Is something wrong?"
The padawan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I don't know. It's just... I feel like something's missing. Like there's this emptiness inside me that I can't explain."
His friends exchanged worried glances, their expressions reflecting their deep concern and helplessness. They cared about Izuku and wanted to help, but this was beyond their understanding.
Inko, sensing the tension, stepped into the living room. Her expression was a mix of concern and determination. "Izuku, if you need to talk, we're all here for you. Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."
Izuku nodded, appreciating his mother and friends' support.
After a few more moments of uneasy silence, Hitoshi and Mei eventually gathered their things to leave, their concern for Izuku still evident. As the door closed behind them, the room fell into a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. The ambient light cast soft shadows, adding to the feeling of solitude.
Izuku sighed, his gaze drifting toward the droid. The strange feeling persisted, a hollow ache deep inside him. He took a seat on the couch, lost in thought, when suddenly he felt a nudge through his mental bond with his masters.
"We need to talk, Sparky," Anakin's voice echoed in his mind, firm yet gentle, carrying urgence. "Something has happened—something we didn't expect."
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
It took longer than expected, but eventually, all the Ghostly Council—as Anakin decided to call the entourage of ethereal masters—were assembled in the living room. The atmosphere of the room thickened with an air of solemn reverence and ancient wisdom. Inko took a seat nearby, her gaze shifting between her son and the Force ghosts. Though she had come to accept their presence, the magnitude of their guidance left her with a complex blend of humility and gratefulness in her eyes.
Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor, his posture reflecting eagerness and trepidation. His wide eyes darted nervously among the Force ghosts, his thoughts swirling with the gravity of the situation.
The spectral forms of Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Luke Skywalker, and Leia Organa hovered in the room, exuding an aura of both authority and compassion. Their presence was both awe-inspiring and humbling.
Breaking the silence, his master spoke with commanding voice that resonated deeply through the Force. "Sparky," Anakin began, "do you recall the ceremony in which you were named my Padawan?"
Izuku nodded slowly, his face a canvas of curiosity and confusion. "Yes, master. I remember the ceremony from two years ago. But I still don't understand how it relates to the sensation of emptiness I felt earlier."
Master Yoda, his ancient eyes gleaming with wisdom, fixed his gaze on the teen "Padawan, of the Living Force, speak. Understand of it, what do you do?"
Izuku took a deep breath, his mind racing as he sought clarity. "The Living Force is the energy that binds all living things. It's about the present moment and the connections between beings."
Luke's lips curved into a smile, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Your understanding is correct, yet confusion remains. Perhaps you wonder how this aspect ties in with a lightsaber. To clarify, we must delve deeper."
Obi-Wan stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. "Traditionally, an Initiate who becomes a Padawan already has their lightsaber. However, you have yet to construct yours. This process is integral to a Jedi's journey."
Izuku's eyes widened as he realized the significance of what the older master was saying. "So, building a lightsaber is more than just acquiring a weapon. It's something deeper?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan confirmed. "The lightsaber is a symbol of a Jedi's connection to the Force and their readiness to undertake their path. The kyber crystal is the crucial component, a Force-attuned gem that resonate with the Jedi."
As Kenobi spoke, the room began to shimmer and blur. The familiar setting of Izuku's living room faded away, replaced by an immersive vision of a luminous cave. The air was thick with the hum of energy as Jedi initiates moved about, meticulously crafting their lightsabers. The Kyber crystals, glowing with vibrant hues, were being carefully integrated into the hilts of the sabers.
The green haired teen was overwhelmed by the vividness of the scene. The cave was alive with activity: the soft clink of tools, the gentle glow of crystals, and the focused expressions of the initiates. Each crystal radiated its unique light, reflecting the individuality of its Jedi. The process was intricate and sacred, every movement performed with utmost reverence and precision.
Inko's form watched the scene with wide eyes, her usual experiences starkly contrasted by the extraordinary vision before her. Awe and bewilderment danced across her features as she followed every detail of the lightsaber construction, her concern for her son mingled with admiration for the process.
Izuku felt a profound stirring within himself as he observed. The emptiness he had previously experienced seemed to fill with a newfound energy. It was as if the Kyber crystals were calling to him, their resonance aligning with something deep within. This connection felt intensely personal, transcending mere physicality.
Leia, her presence commanding and resolute, addressed the padawan from the core of the vision. "We once believed Kyber crystals did not exist in your galaxy. Our inability to sense their resonance led us to this conclusion. Yet, it seems the Force has guided one to you."
The vision shifted, revealing an initiate approaching a secluded alcove. Embedded in the stone, a Kyber crystal glowed with a soft, inviting light. The initiate's face lit up with a mixture of relief and triumph as he reached out to claim the crystal.
Yoda, his eyes reflecting ancient wisdom, added, "Traditionally, each Jedi who constructs their lightsaber finds their crystal in a moment of readiness. The journey involves three pillars: Self-discipline, Knowledge, and the Force. For two years, you have diligently trained in these pillars."
Izuku looked at the Jedi Masters, his thoughts racing through the meditation sessions, the extensive studies in various fields, and the numerous Force control exercises he had undertaken. His internal struggle was evident as he grappled with the implications of the vision.
Despite his efforts, confusion lingered. "Will you assist me in this quest, or do you know where I might find my crystal?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Anakin's voice took on a solemn tone. "The trials you will face are unique to you. Each Jedi's path is distinct and personal. Trust in the Force. It is with you, and you are one with the Force. It will guide you through your journey."
As the vision began to fade, the luminous light and the cave dissolved back into the familiar setting of Izuku's living room. The Jedi ghosts and Inko's form remained, their presence a comforting reassurance.
His mother approached him, her form glowing with tender support. "Izuku, no matter where this path leads you, I will be here for you. I believe in you and your strength to face these challenges."
Izuku felt a surge of warmth and determination from his mother's words. He stood up, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and resolve. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, but he felt ready to face the challenges ahead.
Luke stepped forward, his presence radiating reassurance. "We believe in you. You are strong in the Force, trust in Its wisdom and in your own abilities and you will find your crystal."
The teen nodded and closed his eyes, feeling the Force flow through him, offering assurance and guidance. The weight on his shoulders lifted at last, and he opened his eyes with renewed determination.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku Midoriya sat in his room, staring at his phone. The date on the screen indicating that it was October 30th. The group chat with his friends, Mei Hatsume and Hitoshi Shinso, had been buzzing with concern ever since he mentioned the strange feeling of emptiness that had been plaguing him. Their most recent messages were filled with worry.
CEO of Babies: "Hey, Iruku! Is that weird feeling still bothering you?"
Brain-Washing Machine: "Yeah, man. You were acting really off last time. Everything okay?"
He took a deep breath before typing his response. He felt a profound sense of clarity now, thanks to the visit from the Ghostly Council and the subsequent vision.
"Hey, guys. I figured out what's been going on. I know it's been weird, but everything's going to be fine. I need to leave the city for a few days to sort some things out. I promise I'll explain everything when I get back."
He sent the message and closed his phone, feeling the resolve solidify within him. The next step of his journey required solitude and focus. He left his room, making his way to the abandoned warehouse where he kept his projects and materials. The place was secluded, away from prying eyes, making it perfect for the task at hand.
The warehouse loomed ahead, a relic of a bygone era, its windows dusty and its structure weathered by time. Izuku pushed the creaky door open, stepping inside the dimly lit space. His heart pounded with anticipation as he moved towards the corner where he stored his various tools and components.
Standing in the middle of the room, he closed his eyes and reached out with the Force, letting its currents guide him. He could feel its whispers, subtle yet powerful, directing him to the parts he needed. He walked to the shelves lined with different materials and tools, his hands moving almost instinctively.
The first piece he picked up was a cylindrical hilt. As he held it, he felt a surge of energy, a connection forming between him and the object. It was as if the hilt recognized its purpose and was eager to fulfill it. The smooth metal felt cool against his skin, but it warmed quickly, resonating with his touch. He knew this would be the base of his lightsaber.
Next, he moved to a drawer filled with intricate components. He selected a focusing lens, feeling its precision and the way it would channel the energy of the Kyber crystal. Each piece he chose had a specific role, and he could feel the Force guiding his decisions. A power cell followed, its hum faint yet promising. It would provide the necessary energy, a steady stream that would bring the lightsaber to life.
Izuku's movements were deliberate and thoughtful, each selection accompanied by a wave of understanding. He found an emitter matrix, designed to shape the blade of energy that would emanate from the hilt. He could visualize how it would direct and focus the power, creating a weapon that was both elegant and formidable.
As he gathered the various components, he couldn't help but reflect on the significance of each one. The emitter would ensure the blade was stable, the focusing lens would align the energy, and the power cell would sustain it. Each part was crucial, and together they would form a weapon that symbolized his growth and connection to the Force.
Once he had all the necessary pieces, he sat on the floor, laying them out before him. The array of components was impressive, each one meticulously chosen for its role in the construction of his lightsaber. He closed his eyes again, centering himself and allowing the Force to flow through him.
Then He felt a sudden rush of clarity. His eyes snapped open, a smile spreading across his face. The vision he had seen earlier, the place where his Kyber crystal awaited, was clear in his mind. He could see it vividly: a serene cave bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the crystal resonating with a brilliance that called out to him.
The cave was nestled in a remote area, its entrance hidden among ancient trees and snow. Inside, the walls glowed with a natural luminescence, the air thick with the energy of the Force. The Kyber crystal lay at the heart of the cave, pulsing gently, as if it had been waiting for him all along. The image was so clear, so detailed, that it felt as though he had been there before.
Izuku stood up. The journey ahead was daunting, but he felt a profound sense of readiness. The Force was with him, guiding his steps and filling him with confidence. He looked around the warehouse, taking in the familiar surroundings one last time.
His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and determination. He knew that finding the Kyber crystal would be a defining moment in his path to becoming a Jedi. The crystal's call was strong, a beacon that pulled at his very soul. It was a reminder of the growth he had undergone, the challenges he had faced, and the strength he had found within himself.
He left the warehouse, stepping into the bright morning light. The sun above seemed to shine brighter, as if acknowledging the path, he was about to take. With a final, deep breath, he took out his phone, typing a message to his mother.
"Mom, it's time. I need to go find my Kyber crystal. I promise I'll be safe and come back stronger. Thank you for always believing in me."
He sent the message, as he walked, feeling a mixed sense of peace, determination and warmth settling over him.
So, yeah.
Yes, you read that right. Izuku is going to build his lightsaber. It was about time for him to do it—though as they say, better late than never, right?
What are your thoughts on the relationship between Mei, Hitoshi, and Izuku?
As for the color of Izuku's lightsaber, I'd love to hear your predictions: What color do you think the crystal will be, and why do you think that color fits best? (I would create a poll, but I'm not quite sure how to do it XD)
I almost forgot to mention this, but the second scene was quite a challenge for me, especially the parts involving the vision and the discussion about the crystal. I wasn't entirely satisfied with how it turned out—this happened twice, and by the third attempt, I decided this was the best I could manage. I hope you find it enjoyable. If not, please let me know, and I'll work on improving it.
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, overthinker.