Hey, nice to see you again!
Welcome back to this fic and its eleventh chapter, which just so happens to be the second and last chapter of The Quest Mini-Arc
As promised in the previous chapter, this one focuses entirely on Izuku as he builds his lightsaber, finally revealing the color of the crystal he'll use. This chapter is dedicated to Izuku's trials, so there won't be any appearances from the Force ghosts.
Before we dive in, here's an interesting tidbit I found during my research: In the current canon, there are only definitive explanations for two lightsaber colors. The red crystals are corrupted through the dark emotions of a user (typically a Sith), and white crystals are created by purifying those red crystals. Well, you could say there are three, if you count that purple exists thanks to Samuel L. Jackson's personal preference. Beyond these, the rest of the colors lack a clear canon explanation, and mixing the old canon with the new has only added to the confusion. Previously, blue represented Jedi Guardians, green was for Consulars, yellow was for the Temple Guards, and red was the Sith's color of choice.
Anyway, I really enjoyed reading all your opinions and reviews from the previous chapter—many of them were well thought out and insightful. I hope this chapter meets your expectations and that you like the color I've chosen for Izuku's lightsaber (which, to be honest, I decided on around the time the fourth chapter was published).
Now, without further ado, let's address your reviews:
Sea21: I've already decided on the pairing—it's a girl from class 1-B who will make a brief appearance in the next arc. The relationship between Izuku, Mei, and Hitoshi will continue to develop, so don't worry. I hope you like the color choice, and I look forward to your thoughts in the next chapter.
TheAvengingTitan: Thanks for your review! Izuku does indeed have the personality traits suited for more than one crystal color. However, purple would be tricky since its most famous users (like Revan and Windu) harnessed their negative emotions in combat while staying in control—something Izuku could only do under the influence of the dark side. As for the other three colors you mentioned, you guessed correctly, but I won't spoil which one it is. Thanks again for your review, and I look forward to hearing from you in the next chapter.
KingNate2001: Hey, thanks for the review! Those are solid reasons, but that would be a bit predictable—or maybe not, haha. I'm excited to see your thoughts in the next chapter.
BotSamIam: It's always great to hear from you, dude. I really enjoy writing the dynamic between the three characters. I hope you like the color choice and look forward to your thoughts in the next chapter.
KisameHoshigaki: Welcome back! The idea of Sam Jackson making a cameo just to drop one of his iconic lines from Pulp Fiction cracks me up. As I mentioned before, purple isn't the right choice for Izuku at this point—unlike Windu, he's not yet able to channel his negative emotions without being consumed by them. Thanks for your review, and I hope you like the update.
Chronolocked: Great to see you again. You've made some good choices, and it seems like Team Green is strong here, haha. I look forward to your review in the next chapter.
PidgeonKing: It seems Team Green is popular, haha. I can tell you that colors like orange, white, gray, and black (for obvious reasons) are ruled out. I hope you enjoy the color I've chosen. See you in the next update!
DeltaNostar: Thanks for the review! You've made a solid point. I hope you like the choice I've made.
Neiltanael: Don't worry about it—feel free to send your reviews in your native language if that's more comfortable for you. It's an honor that someone who doesn't speak English makes the effort to share their thoughts. I hope you like the color I've chosen, and thank you again for your encouragement—it means a lot. I look forward to hearing from you in the next chapter.
Guest (Skylordinc): Thanks for the review! I hope you enjoy this new chapter and the color choice.
SilverExcel115: Haha, yeah, it only took me 11 chapters! xD
Dreadix: It'll be a single pairing. First off, because I'm not confident in writing romance, so if writing one relationship is already challenging, I can't imagine handling a harem. Plus, a harem would push too many characters to the background. As I mentioned, Izuku's future partner will appear in the next arc.
Iron-slayer-dragon: Hey, it's great to read you again. You've made some excellent points. I hope you'll appreciate the choice I made and the reasoning behind it. Looking forward to reading your thoughts in the next update!
Whew! The number of reviews keeps growing with each chapter, and that makes me really happy. If you'd like to discuss anything further, feel free to PM me or reach out on Reddit (my username is in the previous chapter).
Before I finish this I would like to ask you to talk about and recommend this fic to your friends; it would make me very happy. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a review, add it to your favorites, and follow the story.
Oh, one last thing—when you reach the part where Izuku takes his crystal, I recommend listening to "The Force Awakens IV: The Jedi Steps and Finale" by John Williams, starting at minute 1:45. You can find it on YouTube, Apple Music, or Spotify. It's an amazing piece of music that perfectly captures the feeling I wanted to convey as Izuku finishes his trials and begins constructing his lightsaber.
I'll see you at the end, where I'll explain why I made this choice.
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 (Yes, 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).
"He who faces himself, finds himself."
Chapter XI: The Kyber Trials.
As the train glided smoothly into the station in Sapporo, Padawan Izuku Midoriya gazed out of the window, his breath momentarily fogging the glass as he took in the view of the city blanketed under the first heavy snowfall of November. The landscape had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with snow-covered rooftops and streets sparkling under the soft, gray light of the overcast sky. The train came to a gentle stop, the faint hum of the engines fading into the background, and Izuku stepped off, feeling the cold air sting at his cheeks.
Sapporo, known for its harsh winters, was already firmly gripped by its seasonal chill. The snow fell steadily, coating the city in a serene layer of white. The frigid air was crisp, its bite softened by a faint scent of pine from the surrounding forests, and the distant rumble of snowplows, as they labored to clear the streets added a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet of the early winter evening. The city was a harmonious blend of modernity and winter's natural beauty, with sleek buildings standing tall against the charming, snow-draped streets below.
Izuku adjusted the collar of his cloak tighter around his neck and took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs with a bracing freshness. The Force had guided him to this city, and he felt an unusual sense of calm as he stepped into the bustling station. Travelers moved about, bundled up in warm clothing, their breath visible in the cold air. Despite the activity, there was a quietness to the city that spoke of a world lulled to peaceful slumber under the snow.
The snowy streets glimmered in the soft light as he made his way through the city, each step creating a satisfying crunch underfoot. The buildings were adorned with holiday decorations, the festive lights contrasting with the stark whiteness of the snow. Izuku's senses were heightened, the Force guiding him toward a purpose that was not immediately clear. He trusted this subtle guidance implicitly, and it led him to the heart of Sapporo.
After navigating the city for a while, Izuku arrived at a quaint, historic district known for its antique shops and traditional architecture. This enclave, seemingly frozen in time, seemed almost untouched by the modernity of the surrounding city, offering a glimpse into a bygone era. Snowflakes gently fell around him as he walked down the narrow streets lined with old-fashioned storefronts.
One particular shop caught his eye. The sign above the door read "Curiosities of the Past," and its window displays showcased an array of intriguing items—vintage books, old maps, and ancient artifacts. The store's charm was amplified by the snowfall outside, creating a scene that seemed to step up of a historical novel.
He entered the shop, the bell above the door jingling softly as he did. The warmth of the interior embraced him immediately, contrasting sharply with the cold outside, and the shop's atmosphere was cozy and inviting. The air was filled with the faint, comforting scent of old paper and polished wood. Shelves lined with artifacts and curiosities stretched from floor to ceiling, casting soft, flickering shadows in the warm, ambient light.
The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a kindly face, looked up from behind the counter as the green haired teen entered. "Welcome to Curiosities of the Past," he said warmly. "What brings you in from the cold?" His voice, gentle and full of warmth, seemed to melt away the chill that had settled in Izuku's bones.
The padawan returned the smile, feeling an instinctive pull toward a particular shelf. "I'm looking for something specific," he said. "I was guided here by… well, something I can't fully explain."
The shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Guided, you say? By what, I wonder?" he mused aloud, his tone a mix of intrigue and reverence. "There are forces in this world that lead us where we need to be, even if we don't understand them. Perhaps you're meant to find something special here." He gestured toward a display of antique books. "Feel free to look around, boy. Trust your instincts."
Izuku began to browse, his senses attuned to the Force's subtle guidance. As he looked through the collection, his gaze fell upon a faded photograph tucked away among a pile of old documents. The photograph depicted a large factory, its façade pristine and almost regal. Snow gently blanketed the ground around the building, and the image seemed to exude a sense of significance, as if it held the key to a long-forgotten secret.
A sense of urgency surged through Izuku as he stared at the photograph. This wasn't just an old picture—it was a piece of the puzzle he needed to solve. He felt an inexplicable drive to uncover the story behind this factory, as if his entire journey hinged on this moment.
Feeling an unexplainable connection to the photograph, Izuku picked it up and approached the shopkeeper. "Excuse me," he said, his voice tight with urgency, showing the old man the photograph, "do you recognize this place? I need to find out where it is."
The shopkeeper studied it, his expression shifting from curiosity to surprise. "Ah, I know this place," he said slowly, the surprise in his voice growing. "It's an old factory that was in use many years ago. It's been abandoned for quite some time, but it looks like it was in good shape when this photograph was taken.
He paused, meeting Izuku's gaze with a look of concern. "I'm not sure why it's important to you, but if you're that eager, I can give you the address. Just… be careful, boy. Places like this have a way of holding onto their secrets."
Izuku nodded, a sense of eagerness guiding his actions. "Yes, please. I'd like to buy the photograph and get the address," he insisted, his voice firm but polite. He knew time was of the essence, and any delay felt like a step further away from his goal.
The shopkeeper scribbled the address on a piece of paper and handed it to Izuku. "Here you go. I hope you find what you're looking for," he said, his tone laced with a mixture of caution and sympathy.
With a grateful nod, Izuku left the shop, the photograph safely tucked in his belt pouch. The snowfall had intensified, adding a layer of tranquility to the city's streets as he made his way toward the factory. The address led him to a less-traveled part of town, where the factory's imposing structure loomed in the distance, a majestic relic of the past. Its exterior, though weathered by time, was relatively well-preserved, standing as a silent testament to the industrial era it once thrived in.
As Izuku approached the factory, the building's size and desolation became more apparent. The walls, once a pristine white, were now marred by rust and creeping ivy, yet the architecture still held an air of dignity, echoing with the whispers of its former glory . The snow crunched under his boots as he crossed the threshold, the large, rusted doors creaking open with a Force Push, revealing an interior bathed in shadows.
Inside, the factory was a labyrinth of forgotten machinery and deserted workspaces, the silence only broken by the occasional drip of melted snow seeping through the cracked ceiling. Snow had drifted in through broken windows, adding a layer of cold, white dust to the abandoned equipment. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, a stark reminder of the years that had passed since the factory's last operation.
Guided by the Force, Izuku navigated through the factory's maze-like layout, his senses on high alert. He passed by old control rooms with shattered glass windows, conveyor belts frozen in time, and rows of assembly lines now silent and lifeless. Each step echoed in the vast, empty space, yet it also brought him closer to the sense of purpose he felt deep within.
Suddenly, a whisper echoed in his mind—a familiar voice, calm and reassuring. "You are close. Enter that old control room. There you'll find the key for the next phase of your journey."
Obeying the Force, Izuku made his way to the control room. The door was slightly ajar, and as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of outdated equipment and faded blueprints strewn across the floor. A large, cracked map of the factory layout was pinned to one wall, the paper yellowed with age. The map highlighted various sections of the factory, but what caught his attention was a hidden chamber beneath the main floor, marked with an unusual symbol that resonated strongly with the Force.
Determined, Izuku searched the room for a way to access the hidden chamber. Closing his eyes to feel it with the Force, feeling the flow of energy around him. His senses guided him to a trapdoor, obscured by debris and snow. With some effort, he managed to clear the debris and pry the trapdoor open. A narrow staircase descended into the darkness below.
He descended carefully, the air growing colder with each step. His breath formed visible puffs in the frigid air, and the walls seemed to close in around him as he ventured deeper into the factory's hidden depths, The hidden chamber was dimly lit by the faint light filtering through cracks in the walls, casting eerie shadows on the floor. The room was filled with old storage crates and forgotten relics, but at the center of the room stood a table—a small, worn box resting atop it.
Izuku approached the table, feeling a powerful connection to the Force. The box seemed to pulse with energy, as if it held something of great importance to his journey. He reached out with the Force and gently opened the box, the lid creaking as it revealed its contents.
Inside, he found a small, faded book, its cover worn and weathered by time. The pages were brittle, but as Izuku carefully flipped through them, his eyes were drawn to a specific entry. The words 'Irun mine' were highlighted, their significance clear. This was the next clue in his quest, the key to unlocking the next phase of his journey.
A sense of accomplishment filled Izuku as he closed the book and placed it in his bag. He had successfully navigated the factory's trial and found the crucial information needed for the path ahead.
With the book and newfound knowledge in hand, Izuku made his way back to the surface. The snowfall had intensified, covering the factory in a pristine layer of white. The landscape appeared both beautiful and melancholic, a fitting backdrop for his departure.
With a final glance at the snow-covered streets, Izuku set his course for the Irun mine, knowing that the Force had guided him true once again.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The snow-covered forest near Sapporo was eerily quiet as Izuku made his way through the wintry landscape. Each breath was a cloud of vapor in the frigid air, and the cold bit sharply at his cheeks, but he pressed on, his resolve unwavering. The Force guided him, its currents pulling him deeper into the tranquil wilderness, where the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something to unfold.
Every step felt purposeful, though the path ahead was shrouded in mystery. The forest, with its ancient trees and untouched snow, radiated a timeless energy, as if it was a guardian of secrets long buried beneath the ice. Izuku could sense that his journey to claim the Kyber crystal was drawing him into the heart of this sacred place, where the very air hummed with the Force's presence.
He moved cautiously through the snow-covered underbrush, the crunch of snow beneath his boots the only sound in the silent woods. The cold gnawed at him, but he ignored it, trusting the Force to lead him to where he needed to be, even though the purpose was not yet clear. His senses were heightened, attuned to every shift in the environment, every whisper of the wind through the branches.
As he ventured further, he reached a clearing dominated by a solitary, ancient tree. It stood like a sentinel, its gnarled branches stretching outward like skeletal fingers grasping at the sky. At its base lay a stone tablet, partially obscured by snow, exuding an aura of forgotten wisdom. Izuku approached the tablet, his breath coming in measured puffs, forming small clouds in the frigid air. as he knelt beside it brushing away the snow with gloved hands.
The stone appeared ordinary at first glance, its surface smooth and unadorned. Izuku's brow furrowed in confusion and frustration as he examined it. It looked like nothing more than a weathered rock, a stark contrast to the sense of significance he felt in this place. He knelt beside it, brushing away the snow with gloved hands in an attempt to uncover any hidden markings, but the stone remained stubbornly blank.
Frustration began to build—an unwelcome companion in this sacred place— as he examined the stone from every angle. The Force had guided him here, but its purpose eluded him, leaving him with a growing sense of inadequacy. What if he was not ready? What if he had misunderstood the guidance, he had so blindly trusted? Determined not to fail, he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply, and reached out with the Force, letting go of his doubts and allowing the energy around him to connect with his senses.
Gradually, the stone began to change. A faint shimmer enveloped its surface, and hidden inscriptions emerged, revealing themselves only to those attuned to the Force. The text, ancient and powerful, appeared as if it had always been there, waiting for someone worthy to uncover it: "To understand the wisdom of nature, interpret its signs and solve the riddles of the forest."
His eyes widened as the inscription became visible. Relief washed over him, mingled with a renewed sense of purpose. He realized that the trial was not a physical challenge but required him to use his knowledge and intuition in combination with the Force. This was a test of his understanding, his connection to the living Force, and his ability to see beyond the surface of things . The forest around him seemed to pulse with subtle energy, guiding him to the tasks that lay ahead.
The clearing transformed before his eyes. The snow-covered rocks and branches began to arrange themselves into a pattern. It was as if the forest itself was alive, responding to his presence, offering him the keys to unlock its secrets. The rocks took on the appearance of the phases of the moon, while the branches symbolized the elements: earth, water, fire, and air.
The padawan approached the arrangement, his mind racing to connect the dots. The first challenge involved a riddle associated with the rocks: "How does the balance of natural elements reflect the balance of the Force?"
He recalled his teachings about the Force's balance and how the natural world mirrored this equilibrium. The balance was delicate, a dance of opposites in harmony, just as the Force was both light and dark, creation and destruction He rearranged the rocks to represent the harmony between the elements and the Force, his movements deliberate and precise, driven by the understanding that the natural world was a reflection of the Force itself.
As he completed the pattern, the ground beneath him began to glow softly, signaling that he had solved the first riddle correctly. A wave of satisfaction washed over him, the warmth of success banishing the cold for a moment. The forest seemed to approve, the air around him humming with a faint energy that acknowledged his insight.
The scene shifted again, revealing a dense patch of underbrush. Various objects—seeds, feathers, and stones—were scattered around. A riddle appeared among the foliage: "What do these elements signify in the cycle of life and the Force?"
Izuku studied the objects carefully, his mind focused despite the biting cold. Each object was a symbol, a piece of a larger puzzle that he needed to solve to prove his understanding of the Force. Seeds symbolized growth, feathers represented freedom, and stones signified stability. Each element had its place in the cycle, just as each aspect of the Force had its role in the balance of the galaxy. He arranged them to illustrate the cycle of life and the Force, his hands moving with purpose as he placed each item in its rightful place.
As he completed the arrangement, the underbrush parted to reveal a hidden path. The forest rewarded him once again, opening the way forward as a sign of his growing connection with the Force. A sense of accomplishment swelled within him, fueling his determination to see the trial through to the end.
Following the path, the padawan arrived at a serene pond surrounded by flowering plants. The water was still, reflecting the ancient tree from the clearing. The tranquility of the scene was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the challenges he had faced so far. At the pond's edge, a smooth stone bore the final riddle: "What does the reflection of nature in stillness reveal about the Force?"
He sat by the pond, gazing at the tranquil reflection. In the stillness, he found clarity, a deep understanding of the Force's true nature. The reflection in the water was more than just an image; it was a mirror of the soul, revealing the truth beneath the surface. The answer was "Clarity and understanding." As he spoke the words aloud, the surface of the pond shimmered, rippling with the energy of the Force.
The scene began to blur and shift as the illusion faded. The Force was satisfied at his answers. The serene pond, the flowering plants, and the clearing all merged back into the familiar snowy landscape. Izuku found himself once again at the base of the ancient tree in the clearing. The snow-covered ground and the stone slab were exactly as they had been before, leaving him with a profound sense of accomplishment and clarity.
His success in the second task was not just a testament to his wisdom but a reflection of his growth as a Jedi. Each challenge had tested his understanding of the Force and his ability to trust in its guidance, and he had risen to the occasion. The lessons he had learned here would serve as a guide for his future endeavors, shaping him into the Jedi he was destined to become.
As he stood up, Izuku felt a renewed sense of purpose and readiness for the next stage of his journey. As he left the clearing, the forest seemed to embrace him with a silent, approving nod, as if it too acknowledged his progress. With the knowledge and understanding he had gained, Izuku prepared to continue his quest to the Irun mine, confident in his growing connection with the Force.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku stood before the imposing entrance of the Irun Mine, its heavy metal doors rusted and barred shut, as if guarding secrets long forgotten. The mine, once a bustling hub of activity, was now a desolate relic of the past, its entrance covered in layers of grime and decay. Snow piled up around the entrance, adding to the forlorn atmosphere, matching the vision he had seen earlier—the once-grand structure now abandoned and forsaken by those who had once sought its riches.
The wind howled through the desolate landscape, its icy tendrils biting at Izuku's exposed skin, making him shiver, as if the world itself was warning him of the challenges that awaited. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his journey settle heavily on his shoulders. The Force had guided him here, and though the path was uncertain, he trusted its wisdom. He placed his hand on the cold, rusted metal of the mine's entrance, allowing the Force to flow through him, steadying his resolve.
With a gentle but firm Force Push, the metal doors groaned in protest before creaking open, revealing a dark, forbidding tunnel that seemed to stretch into the very heart of the earth. The darkness within was impenetrable and absolute, swallowing the faint light from outside. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp earth and the lingering traces of past endeavors. Izuku, hesitated for a moment, casting one last glance at the snow-covered world before stepping into the abyss.
As he ventured deeper into the mine, the narrow tunnel seemed to close in around him, its shadows growing longer and more oppressive. His steps were careful, each one echoing off the stone walls with a haunting reverberation. The only sounds that reached his ears were the distant drip of water and the soft crunch of gravel beneath his boots.
The mine's interior was a haunting reminder of its former life. Rusted tracks and abandoned carts lined the walls, while the ceiling was held aloft by timber beams that groaned under the weight of the earth above. The darkness was suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides, but Izuku pushed forward, relying on the Force to guide his way.
Suddenly, the oppressive darkness began to lift, and the tunnel walls around him seemed to dissolve into nothingness. The transition was disorienting, leaving Izuku momentarily unsteady. When he regained his balance, he found himself standing in the midst of a vivid, surreal landscape—a place where memories and reality intertwined.
Before him, scenes from his past began to play out in a series of emotional flashbacks.
The first vision struck him like a blow to the chest. He was back in that sterile, unforgiving hospital room, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. The doctor's words echoed in his ears, cold and detached as they delivered the crushing diagnosis: 'Quirkless.' The word hung in the air, a sentence passed down without trial or appeal. Izuku felt the familiar sting of rejection and hopelessness, the weight of a future that had been stolen from him before it had even begun.
The scene shifted abruptly, and Izuku found himself standing in the dimly lit apartment of his childhood. His father, Hisashi, was there, packing his bags with an air of finality that was impossible to ignore. The look in his father's eyes was one of thinly veiled contempt, a mixture of disgust and disappointment that cut deeper than any blade. His mother, Inko, stood in the doorway, her eyes red and swollen from tears, her hands trembling as she clung to the remnants of their fractured family. The memory was a wound that had never fully healed, a constant reminder of the abandonment and betrayal that had shaped his early years.
The next memory was a relentless barrage of torment. School corridors echoed with the jeers and taunts of his classmates, their faces twisted into sneers as they mocked his quirkless status. The pain of their words was like a physical assault, each insult leaving a scar on his already fragile sense of self-worth. The loneliness that accompanied those years of bullying was suffocating, an isolation that seemed inescapable.
But amidst the darkness, a light emerged. A warmer memory took shape before him—his first encounter with Hitoshi. The scene was suffused with the warmth of newfound friendship, a connection that had been a lifeline during some of his darkest days. Together, they had tackled challenges and projects, their shared determination and mutual respect forming a bond that gave Izuku the strength to keep going. Mei appeared in the memory as well, her boundless enthusiasm and inventive spirit offering a spark of hope in a world that had often felt devoid of it.
The next memory was one of unwavering love and support. His mother, Inko, stood by him through every hardship, her gentle hands and comforting words offering solace when the world seemed too cruel to bear. The image of her cradling him in her arms, whispering words of encouragement and love, was a reminder of the incredible strength she had always given him, a beacon of light in his darkest hours.
Then, the memory shifted to a more recent time—a heated discussion with Anakin, his master and mentor. The two stood in a workshop, voices raised in passionate debate over one of Izuku's inventions. Though their words were sharp, the underlying respect and admiration between them were palpable. This exchange of ideas had been a turning point in his training, a moment of growth that had deepened their bond and honed his understanding of both the Force and the world around him.
The landscape shifted again, and Izuku found himself surrounded by the warmth and camaraderie of his adopted family. Luke, Leia, and Anakin were there, their laughter and shared stories filling the air with a sense of belonging that Izuku had never known before. The connection he felt with them was as strong as any blood tie—Luke and Leia like siblings, Anakin a father figure who had guided him with both stern discipline and deep affection. It was a memory that filled him with a profound sense of love and gratitude, a reminder of the family he had found in the most unlikely of places.
Master Yoda's presence entered the scene next, a calming influence amid the emotional turmoil. His wise words, spoken in riddles that often took time to fully unravel, had always provided Izuku with the clarity and insight he needed. Yoda's teachings on balance and wisdom resonated deeply within him, offering a guiding light as he navigated the complexities of the Force. Obi-Wan appeared as well, his serene demeanor and gentle guidance steering Izuku toward a place of inner peace and understanding. Their lessons had been invaluable, shaping him into the person he was becoming.
Finally, the most harrowing memory surfaced—the night he had almost killed Katsuki Bakugo. The scene was charged with tension, every movement and word laced with the potential for disaster. The raw emotion of that night, the desperation and anger that had driven him to the brink, still lingered in his mind like a dark shadow. The confrontation had been a moment of reckoning, a test of his resolve and his understanding of the Force. The memory was a reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, a darkness he had to acknowledge and confront if he was to continue on his path.
As the visions faded, Izuku found himself once again standing in the dark, silent tunnel of the mine. The air was still thick with the scent of earth and decay, but the memories that had surfaced left him feeling raw, yet more resolved than ever.
But then, a new presence emerged from the darkness, more terrifying than anything he had encountered before. Izuku saw another version of himself—a twisted, menacing figure shrouded in darkness. This doppelgänger's eyes glowed a sickly yellow, brimming with pure hatred and malice. It was as if every fear, every doubt Izuku had ever harbored had been given form, coalescing into this shadowy specter. This dark counterpart was a manifestation of the darkness within him, a being born from the deepest recesses of his soul, consumed by the very essence of the Force's dark side. The malevolent energy radiating from it was suffocating, a stark reminder of the terrifying potential that lurked within him if he ever gave in to despair.
The dark Izuku ignited a crimson lightsaber, its menacing glow casting an ominous light over the cavern. The sight was both intimidating and unsettling, a dark reflection of his inner turmoil. The padawan steeled himself, knowing he had to confront this dark reflection of himself, the embodiment of his fear. He found and ignited his own lightsaber, its blade slicing through the darkness as a symbol of his inner light.
The duel erupted with a burst of frenetic energy. The dark Izuku's strikes were vicious and relentless, fueled by raw aggression. Each swing of his saber was met with a parry from Izuku, who fought with determination and fluid grace. The two combatants moved with fluid grace, their blades weaving intricate patterns of light and shadow.
The cavern echoed with the sounds of their combat—the clash of lightsabers, the hiss of energy, and the heavy breathing of both combatants. The dark Izuku's attacks were vicious, each move driven by a deep-seated rage. Izuku countered with a combination of defensive maneuvers and calculated strikes, his resolve unwavering.
As the battle raged on, Izuku began to realize that this was no ordinary fight or a mere physical confrontation. The dark version of himself seemed to know his every move, anticipating his attacks with uncanny accuracy, its reactions unnervingly accurate. Their blades collided in a shower of sparks, the force of the impact sending tremors through the ground. The padawan could feel the raw power emanating from his dark counterpart, a twisted reflection of his own strength.
Izuku's muscles strained as he blocked a series of rapid strikes, each one heavier and more aggressive than the last. The red blade cut through the air with deadly precision, forcing him to retreat step by step. His breathing grew labored, but he refused to give in. He could sense the darkness trying to overwhelm him, but he dug deep within himself, drawing on the memories of his training and the wisdom imparted by his masters.
With a powerful surge of the Force, Izuku pushed his dark counterpart back, creating some distance between them and giving him a brief respite. The dark Izuku stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with malevolent intent. With a guttural snarl, he charged forward again, their blades crashing together in a violent display of raw energy.
The padawan fought with everything he had, his focus razor-sharp as he defended against the onslaught. The cavern walls reverberated with the intensity of their duel, the very air crackling with their combined power. The darkness within the other Izuku was relentless, each attack more brutal than the last.
As the duel continued, the dark Izuku fought with an overwhelming sense of hatred and anger, while Izuku fought with a balanced and measured approach. He could sense the darkness within himself, but he also recognized the strength and wisdom that had guided him through his trials.
Despite the intensity of the battle, Izuku remained calm, a stark contrast to his opponent's reckless fury. He could feel the dark side pulling at him, tempting him to give in to his anger and frustration. But he resisted, holding onto the light within him. He knew that this was more than just a physical battle; it was a test of his resolve, of his ability to stay true to the teachings of the Jedi.
Sensing his resistance, the dark Izuku escalated his attacks and pressed with renewed ferocity. He unleashed a barrage of heavy strikes, forcing Izuku to go on the defensive. The padawan gritted his teeth, his arms straining as he parried each blow. He could feel his strength waning, but he refused to give up.
In a desperate move, the dark Izuku channeled the Force into a powerful blast, sending the padawan crashing into the cavern wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he struggled to get back on his feet. The dark figure approached him, a sinister smile on his face as he raised his saber for a final strike.
But Izuku was far from finished. Summoning the last of his strength, he reached out with the Force, pulling his lightsaber back into his hand just in time to block the deadly blow. The red blade hovered inches from his face, the heat searing his skin. But he held firm, his determination unwavering.
With a surge of power, Izuku pushed the dark Izuku back once again, their blades locked in a fierce struggle. The two combatants were evenly matched, their skills and strength a mirror image of each other. But as the battle wore on, it became clear that the dark side was beginning to take its toll.
The dark Izuku's movements grew more erratic, his attacks more reckless. He fought with a wild, uncontrolled fury, his anger and hatred consuming him. Izuku, on the other hand, remained focused and controlled, his movements precise and deliberate.
With a decisive man, Izuku disarmed his dark counterpart, sending his saber skidding across the floor. The dark figure fell to his knees, his expression one of anguish and defeat. The padawan approached him, the light from his own saber illuminating the shadowy figure.
"You can't simply discard me," the dark Izuku hissed, his voice trembling with resentment. "You cannot escape your own darkness."
Izuku looked down at him, his expression softening with understanding. He knew that this dark figure was not something to be defeated, but something to be acknowledged and understood. He deactivated his lightsaber, the blade disappearing with a hiss.
"No," Izuku said quietly. "I can't escape it. But I can accept it. You're a part of me. Ignoring you would mean ignoring a part of my past. I've learned from my struggles and mistakes, and I've found balance. No one is entirely good or evil. It's our choices that define us."
The dark Izuku's eyes widened in surprise as the anger and hatred began to dissipate, replaced by resignation. Izuku extended his hand, offering it to the dark figure. After a moment of hesitation, the dark Izuku took it. As their hands clasped, the shadowy figure began to dissolve into light. The darkness that had once consumed him now blended with the light, becoming one with it. The dark counterpart's features softened into a serene smile, nodding approvingly before fading away completely.
Izuku stood alone in the cavern, the silence of the mine enveloping him. The confrontation had ended, not in destruction, but in acceptance and unity. He had faced his darkness, and in doing so, had found a new strength within himself—a balance that would guide him in through the future ahead.
After triumphing over the last trial set before him. Izuku felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a gentle pull, almost imperceptible yet undeniable. The presence of the Kyber crystal was near, its energy calling out to him with a quiet, persistent hum. The labyrinthine tunnels, which had once seemed daunting, now felt like a guided path, leading him toward his next challenge.
Each step Izuku took was deliberate, his senses heightened by the recent confrontation with his darker self. The memory of that battle was fresh in his mind, the clash of lightsabers, the intense struggle, and the ultimate acceptance of his own duality. He had emerged not as a conqueror, but as someone who had embraced all aspects of his being. It was this acceptance that now guided him through the darkness, the Force weaving through him like a reassuring presence.
Time seemed to blur as he navigated the winding tunnels. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, but he remained patient, his mind focused on the task ahead. The deeper he went, the stronger the presence of the crystal became, its energy resonating with the new-found balance within him. Finally, he arrived at an alcove—a small, hidden chamber within the mine, untouched by the passage of time.
There, nestled among the rocks, was the Kyber crystal. Its soft glow cast a gentle light across the chamber, illuminating the rough stone walls. The crystal's light was different from the harsh fluorescents of the outside world; it was pure, warm, and inviting, a beacon of clarity in the surrounding darkness. The sight of it stirred something deep within Izuku—a sense of awe, reverence, and profound connection.
He approached the crystal slowly, each step measured as if he were in the presence of something sacred. As he neared it, he could feel the energy of the crystal reaching out to him, intertwining with his own. It was as though the crystal recognized him, responding to the growth and understanding he had achieved. His heart pounded in his chest, not out of fear, but from the sheer significance of the moment.
With trembling hands, Izuku reached out and gently picked up the Kyber crystal. The instant his fingers made contact, a surge of warmth spread through him, banishing the cold that had clung to him since entering the mine. The warmth was not just physical; it was a warmth of the spirit, a reassurance that he was on the right path. The crystal felt like an extension of himself, its energy harmonizing perfectly with his own, as if it had been waiting for him all along.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he held it close to his chest. The journey had been long and arduous, filled with trials that tested every aspect of his being. But this moment—this simple, yet profound connection—made it all worthwhile. The crystal was more than just a piece of his lightsaber; it was a symbol of his growth, a testament to his resilience, and his ability to confront and accept the light and darkness within him.
Clutching the crystal, Izuku made his way back through the tunnels, the path now clear and unobstructed. When he emerged from the mine, the night sky greeted him, stars twinkling in the cold, crisp air. The snow-covered landscape spread out before him, untouched and serene, a stark contrast to the intense battle he had just fought within himself.
He found a spot in the snow, where he carefully laid out the components of his lightsaber. The Kyber crystal was the final piece, the heart of the weapon he was about to create. With focused precision, he began the assembly, his movements guided by the Force and the knowledge he had gained from his trials.
The process was methodical and meditative, each piece fitting together with a sense of purpose. As he fitted the Kyber crystal into the hilt, securing it with delicate adjustments, he could feel the energy of the saber beginning to grow. The power cell, focusing lens, and internal circuits were assembled with careful attention to detail, each click and connection resonating with the hum of the Force.
Finally, Izuku attached the blade emitter to the hilt. The moment of truth had arrived. He took a deep breath, centering himself in the Force, and ignited the lightsaber. The blade erupted into a brilliant blue glow, its light cutting through the darkness of the snowy landscape. The hum of the saber filled the night air, a sound that was both powerful and reassuring—a signal that his journey had reached a new beginning.
As he held the lightsaber, its light illuminating the surrounding area, Izuku felt a deep sense of triumph and fulfillment. This was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of his commitment to the path he had chosen. The Kyber crystal, now fully attuned to him, resonated with his spirit.
With his lightsaber ignited and his spirit renewed, Izuku stood tall in the snowy night. The trials of the past were behind him, and the future lay ahead. He was not just a Jedi, not just a hero—he was someone who had faced his inner darkness and emerged stronger for it. And with that strength, he was ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold.
So, yeah.
Izuku's lightsaber color is blue.
Now, you might immediately think of green when you think of Izuku. If I was just a typical person, trust me, his lightsaber would have been green. But I like to do things my own way, and I love being unpredictable. That said, it doesn't mean Izuku lacks qualities that would align with a green crystal.
Let me start by explaining why I didn't choose each of the colors you mentioned in your reviews (except for white and purple, as I've already discussed those earlier).
Yellow: Many of you suggested yellow as a good choice for Izuku, especially considering that it's the color of the Jedi Temple Guards. The qualities I associate with this crystal include a strong desire to protect and safeguard, and a deep connection to the Jedi Order (as implied by Rey's decision to reestablish the Jedi Order at the end of Episode IX). While Izuku certainly embodies some of these traits, they are outweighed by others that correspond to different colors.
Orange: If this fic had been written before the Ahsoka series, orange might have been on the table. But as we've seen, the only two known users of this color in the current canon are dark side users or renegade Jedi carving out their own paths—something that doesn't align with Izuku's character.
Green: The decision between green and blue was particularly tough. To me, a Jedi with a green lightsaber has a strong connection to the Force, a desire to learn from it, and a preference for relying on the Force over physical abilities. Izuku definitely meets two out of these three qualities. But it's the last one that ultimately led me to choose blue.
Why Blue?
First, let's talk about the characteristics of blue lightsaber users. The most significant trait is their tendency to defend what they believe in or the people they love with their physical abilities. This ties directly into the second key quality: protection. Consider this—Izuku spent much of his life alone, and now that he has people around him, his desire to protect his friends and those he cares about has blossomed. He also seeks to protect the ideals of his mentors. Izuku's dream is to be a hero who saves everyone with a smile—at its core, a desire to protect.
Another essential quality of the blue crystal is peace and calm. During his fight with his dark counterpart, Izuku remained calm, even when he was at a disadvantage. When he had the chance to attack that suppressed darkness, he chose to accept it calmly, finding peace with himself. Some of you might wonder, if Izuku acknowledged his darkness, why didn't his crystal take on a purple hue? The answer lies in the fact that, unlike Windu, Izuku doesn't use his negative emotions in combat. He has accepted these emotions rather than merely recognizing or repressing them. Windu, after all, repressed his emotions until the moment of battle.
Finally, there's determination—a trait that's practically synonymous with Izuku. In the canon, he was willing to break his arms to save Uraraka after knowing her for just two hours. Another example is his fight with Muscular: despite knowing that his arms were only two 100% smashes away from being completely destroyed, Izuku kept fighting until he was sure Kota was safe. If that's not determination, I don't know what is.
And of course, there's the unpredictability factor, but that played a minor role compared to everything else I've mentioned.
(If you want to visualize what Izuku looks like right now, you can check out the following link: i . postimg . cc / d36DJ1sQ / openart -d2d752ed15014663a627902363428073 -raw. jpg) (Just delete the spaces)
So, what did you think of the chapter? Let me know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choice. And if you don't, feel free to share that too! 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, Unpredictable asshole.