Welcome back to the fic and its twelfth chapter, the second interlude of the story, which marks a transition between The Quest Mini-Arc and the next one.
As the title suggests, this chapter will delve into Izuku's lightsaber training and the reactions of his friends and mother. Other than that, there's not much more to say, so I'll move on to your reviews.
Sea21: Hey, thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked the choice of color for Izuku's lightsaber. To me, the lightsaber has many uses beyond combat, such as rescue operations, so I don't see a problem in being able to give an explanation that allows Izuku to carry it, not counting the fact that the lightsaber can usually be configured for a training mode in which the saber loses a lot of power and makes it safer.
CRose: Hi, thank you so much for the review. It means a lot to me. Don't worry—the friendship between Mei and Izuku, and everything that comes with it, will be explored in future chapters. I hope you enjoy it!
PidgeonKing: Thanks for the review. I don't dislike the character; rather, I'm not a fan of how they developed him and the direction they took.
Chronolocked: I won't reveal much about the ship yet, but Reiko being Force-sensitive is almost confirmed.
KingNate2001: Thanks for the review! I'm sure you'll enjoy reading this chapter and the reactions it brings.
Ryuujin96: Hi, thanks a lot for the review. I'm honored that you consider my work in such high regard. Writing the previous chapter and the tests for Izuku was a pleasure. I agree—the Jedi Code's prohibition on emotional attachments is ironic, given that guardians are meant to care for those they protect.
Guest: Thanks for the review. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Iron-slayer-dragon: Hey, thanks for the review. I'm glad you enjoyed the fight between Izuku and his dark counterpart. There are still a few chapters before we get to U.A., and these will help shape the Izuku who heads to the entrance exam.
BotSamIam: Hi, it's good to read you again. Thanks for the review. Don't worry, Kendo won't be Izuku's love interest. Bakugou will have his redemption arc in the fic, but for now, a second confrontation between Izuku and him is likely as there are unresolved issues. While a punishment on his elementary school might be fitting, I don't see Izuku pursuing or requesting one.
Shiroko01: Unfortunately, as mentioned in the endnotes of Chapter VII, Luke is the last ghost to appear. I'd love to include Revan, as he's one of my favorite Legends characters, but it would be challenging to give him the attention he deserves. He may appear in visions, though.
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"Friendship shows us who we really are."
Chapter XII: Lightsaber Training.
Izuku quietly opened the front door of his home, careful not to make a sound. The underlying sense of accomplishment and inner peace that hadn't been there before clung to him. Every step he took was deliberate, almost reverent, as if acknowledging that the teen who had left this house just days ago was not the same person who had returned. He gently set his bag on the floor, feeling the reassuring weight of the newly constructed lightsaber still tucked inside. It was more than a weapon; it was a symbol of the journey he had undertaken and the trials he had overcome.
Before he could take another step, a familiar voice called out from the kitchen, tinged with worry and love. "Izuku? Is that you?"
Inko appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide with concern and relief. The moment she saw him standing there, whole and unharmed, she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "I was so worried about you! You didn't call, and I didn't know where you were or if you were safe. All I knew was that you were going to find your crystal, but…" Her voice trembled as she pulled back slightly, holding him at arm's length to inspect him. She searched his face, as if looking for signs of harm or distress. "Are you okay? You look... different."
Izuku smiled gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm fine, Mom. Really, I am. I just… I went through something that changed me. But it's a good change."
His mother's eyes softened as she studied him. There was a new calmness in his demeanor, a quiet confidence that had not been there before. It was as if the uncertainty that once clouded his heart had been replaced with clarity and purpose. Her gaze then shifted to the bag at his side, curiosity piqued. "What's in there?"
Izuku hesitated for a moment, knowing that what he was about to reveal would mean more to her than any words could convey. Slowly, he reached into the bag and pulled out the lightsaber. The soft blue glow filled the room as he ignited it, the hum of the blade resonating with a sense of quiet power. The light reflected in Inko's eyes, a mixture of awe and understanding washing over her.
"Oh my goodness, Izuku…" she breathed, her hands flying to her mouth, but not out of fear—out of overwhelming emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the blade, the culmination of her son's journey, and then back at him. "You did it. You really did it."
The padawan nodded, his heart swelling with pride and gratitude. "I built it, Mom. It's called a lightsaber. It's a symbol of what I've become, of the path I'm on now." He paused, searching for the right words to explain the depth of what he had experienced. "This… it's more than just a weapon. It represents everything I've learned, everything I've had to face. And it's also a reminder that I'm never truly alone, that the light will always guide me."
Inko's tears spilled over as she took in the sight of her son, standing tall and resolute, the lightsaber casting a serene glow over his face. She reached out to touch his cheek, her hand trembling slightly. "I'm so proud of you, Izuku. You've grown so much… you've become so strong."
The green haired teen's own eyes grew misty at her words. He deactivated the lightsaber, the blade disappearing with a soft hiss, and set it gently on the table. "Mom… there's something I need to tell you."
Inko's expression grew serious, sensing the gravity of what he was about to say. She guided him to the couch, where they sat down together. Izuku took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.
"When I was out there, facing all those trials… I thought a lot about what drives me, about what gives me strength. And a lot of that comes from you, Mom. You've always believed in me, even when things were tough, even when others didn't."
His mother's eyes widened slightly, and she swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in her heart. "Izuku… I have something to tell you too. Something I should have told you a long time ago."
Izuku looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest. "What is it, Mom?"
Inko took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she clasped them in her lap. "When you were younger… when we found out that you were Quirkless… I—I was devastated. Not because I didn't believe in you, but because I felt like I had failed you. I cried so much that night, Izuku. I cried and I begged for forgiveness, not from you, but from myself. I blamed myself for everything, for all the dreams that I thought would never come true for you."
Izuku's breath caught in his throat. He had never known the depth of his mother's pain, the guilt she had carried all these years. "Mom… you don't have to apologize for that. You've done nothing but support me, even when things were hard."
Inko shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "But I didn't just cry because I felt guilty, Izuku. I cried because I was scared. I was scared that the world wouldn't see you the way I did. I was scared that you wouldn't get the chance to show everyone just how amazing you are. But I never, ever stopped believing in you. I want you to know that."
The padawan's heart swelled with emotion as he listened to his mother's words. He reached out and took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I know you did, Mom. I've always known that. And that's what's kept me going, what's given me the strength to keep pushing forward. You believed in me when no one else did, and that means everything to me."
Inko let out a shaky breath, a mixture of relief and lingering guilt evident in her eyes. "You've always been my hero, Izuku. Even when you were just a little boy, you were my hero. And now… now you've become something even greater."
He smiled softly, his heart full of love for the woman who had always stood by his side. "I couldn't have done any of this without you, Mom. You're my hero too."
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared memories and experiences hanging in the air between them. The bond between them had always been strong, but in this moment, it felt unbreakable.
Inko glanced at the lightsaber on the table, its presence a reminder of the journey her son had undertaken. "You've become so much more than I ever imagined, Izuku. And I know… I know that you're going to keep doing amazing things. You've chosen a path that's not easy, but I believe in you. I always have, and I always will."
Izuku's smile widened, and he leaned over to hug his mother tightly. They held each other for a long time, the warmth of their embrace a comforting reminder of the love and support that had always been there, even in the darkest of times. When they finally pulled away, Izuku could see the pride shining in his mother's eyes, and he knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, he wouldn't face them alone.
As the evening wore on, they talked more about his journey, about the trials he had faced and the lessons he had learned. Inko listened intently, her heart swelling with pride at the young man her son had become. And as the night drew to a close, she knew with certainty that no matter what the future held, her belief in Izuku would never waver.
Izuku glanced at the lightsaber one last time before heading to bed the soft blue light a symbol of the balance and peace he had found within himself.
-THE FORCE AWAKENS–
The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over Izuku's room. The emotional exhaustion from the previous night had given way to a quiet, invigorating anticipation. Today was a significant milestone: his mentors—those who had guided him through the trials of the Force—would witness the culmination of his journey. He had crafted his own lightsaber, a tangible symbol of his growth and achievement.
Izuku moved with a sense of purpose, preparing for the day. The room seemed to hum with the energy of the Force as the spectral figures of his mentors began to materialize one by one. The first to appear was Anakin Skywalker. His face held a mixture of curiosity and pride, his presence exuding a confidence that matched his reputation. Obi-Wan Kenobi followed, his demeanor calm yet attentive, embodying the wisdom and serenity that had guided Izuku through his trials. Next, Yoda appeared, his eyes twinkling with ancient wisdom and a knowing smile. Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa completed the assembly, their expressions a blend of seriousness and encouragement, reflecting the gravity of the moment.
The green haired padawan stood before them, holding the lit lightsaber in both hands. The hilt was adorned with intricate designs that reflected his personal journey, a testament to the trials he had faced and the lessons he had learned. As he approached his mentors, he felt a mixture of nervous excitement and profound reverence.
Anakin's eyes widened as he beheld the lightsaber in Izuku's hands. The sight of it brought a rare, genuine admiration to his voice. "You've done it, Sparky," he said, a hint of fatherly pride seeping into his tone. "This isn't just impressive—it's a testament to your journey. The craftsmanship isn't merely skillful; it's deeply personal. It's a powerful symbol of your commitment and the path you've walked."
Izuku's heart swelled with gratitude. "Thank you, Master Anakin. This journey has been challenging, but every step has taught me so much. Your guidance has been like a beacon, helping me find my way."
Obi-Wan stepped closer, his gaze thoughtful as he studied the lightsaber. The weapon, imbued with Izuku's essence, seemed to tell a story of trials and triumphs. "This weapon, Izuku, carries the essence of your struggles and victories. It's not merely a tool; it embodies your growth and the balance you've achieved. Your craftsmanship speaks to the depth of your experiences."
The padawan nodded, recalling the intense moments of his training. The nights of doubt and the internal battles he had faced with Obi-Wan's wisdom guiding him. "I remember those trials—the moments when I struggled, the darkness I had to confront. Your teachings were my anchor. Without your support, masters. I might have faltered."
Yoda, observing with his characteristic calm, added his voice, rich with ancient wisdom. "Strong with the Force, you have become. This lightsaber reflects your struggle and triumph. A symbol of your inner strength, it is. Yet, remember, the Force guides you always."
Luke's contemplative gaze lingered on the lightsaber, his expression a blend of pride and introspection. "You've faced many trials, Izuku, and each one has shaped you into who you are today. This lightsaber is more than a mark of your achievements; it's a testament to the balance you've found within yourself. It reflects your journey and the harmony you've achieved."
Leia's presence exuded calm reassurance. Her voice was steady and warm. "You've grown not just in your skills but in your understanding of what it means to be a Jedi. This lightsaber symbolizes that growth and the wisdom you've gained along the way."
Izuku felt a profound sense of pride as he absorbed their affirmations. "The support and guidance you have all provided have been crucial. Each of you has helped me navigate the path I walked, and I've found strength in your teachings."
Anakin's expression softened, his pride evident. "The path of the Jedi is never easy, Sparky," he said, his tone reminiscent of a father offering advice. "But you've embraced the challenges and emerged stronger. This lightsaber is a reflection of that journey. And I must admit, I have a certain fondness for the blue hue. It's a color I'm quite partial to."
Yoda's voice carried a gentle firmness. "The path ahead, uncertain it may be. But strong with the Force, you are. Trust in yourself and listen always to the guidance of the Force. Face the future with both courage and wisdom."
The padawan's heart was full as he listened to their words. He felt a deep connection to the Force and to the guidance of his mentors. Their encouragement infused him with renewed purpose.
Anakin smiled warmly, his pride evident. "You've made us all proud. As you continue on your path, remember that rest is also part of the journey. You've pushed yourself hard, and it's important to take time to recover and reflect."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement. "Indeed. After such intense trials, a period of rest will help you regain your strength and perspective. Use this time wisely to reflect on your experiences and prepare for the challenges ahead."
Yoda's voice was gentle but firm. "Rest you must, young Jedi. The path ahead is long and uncertain. Strengthened, you will be, by taking time to heal and reflect."
Luke's expression conveyed understanding. "The journey of a Jedi is ongoing, and even the most steadfast warriors need time to recover, little brother. Use this time to rest and center yourself. It will serve you well as you continue to face the trials that lie ahead."
Leia's gaze was steady and reassuring. "We have faith in your ability to balance action with reflection. This period of rest will allow you to come back even stronger. Remember, we are here to support you every step of the way."
Izuku felt a renewed sense of purpose and clarity. With a final nod of gratitude to his mentors, the padawan turned his attention to the path that lay ahead. The coming days of rest and reflection, as advised by his mentors, would prepare him for the new challenges awaiting him.
-THE FORCE AWAKENS–
The afternoon sun bathed Izuku's living room in a warm, golden glow as it streamed through the windows. The light created a serene and inviting atmosphere, a stark contrast to the intensity of the day's events. After the significant moments earlier that day, Izuku was ready to share his achievement with his friends, Mei and Hitoshi, who had been eagerly awaiting this moment.
The pink haired inventor was already in the living room, her boundless curiosity on full display. She was surrounded by an assortment of gadgets and tools she had brought with her, her excitement palpable as she explored every corner of the room. Hitoshi, on the other hand, was lounging in an armchair with an air of relaxed intrigue. Although he was accustomed to Mei's exuberance, his genuine interest in what Izuku had to show was evident.
As the door opened, Izuku stepped into the room with a mix of pride and anticipation. Cradled in his hands was the lightsaber, a stunning embodiment of his journey and personal growth. As he approached his friends, his excitement was barely contained.
"Hey, Mei, Shinso," Izuku greeted, trying to sound casual despite the eagerness in his voice. "I've got something really special to show you."
The inventor's eyes widened as she caught sight of the object in Izuku's hands. Her gaze was fixed with a mixture of fascination and surprise. "Wow, what is that? It looks... incredible!" She sprang from the couch, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Is it some kind of new tech or weapon? It's so intricate!"
The padawan's cheeks flushed slightly at Mei's enthusiastic reaction. Hitoshi leaned forward, his interest evident. "Yeah, it's definitely something new to me. What's does it do?"
Izuku took a deep breath, his pride mixing with a hint of nervousness. "It's a lightsaber. It's not just a weapon; it represents a lot of what I've learned and experienced. It's a symbol of my journey and growth."
Mei's eyes sparkled with excitement as she examined the weapon more closely. "A lightsaber? That's straight out of a sci-fi movie! The craftsmanship is incredible—look at the design! It's clear you put a lot of work into this."
Izuku's expression softened with warm gratitude. Hitoshi studied the lightsaber thoughtfully, his expression shifting from curiosity to genuine admiration. "So, it's a special weapon you crafted. It's clear there's a lot of skill and emotion behind it."
The padawan nodded, his eyes reflecting a sense of accomplishment. "Yes, it took a lot of effort. It's not just about the technical aspects; it's about what it means to me. This lightsaber is like my heart."
Mei's curiosity turned into determination. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she reached out her fingers brushing the lightsaber's hilt. "Your heart, huh? That's deep and sappy. I can see why you're proud of it. I'm really impressed. But now I'm itching to take it apart and see how it works. Maybe there's a way to make it more... versatile?"
Izuku's eyes widened in horror. "Whoa, Mei! Let's not rush into dismantling it. I'd prefer to keep it intact, at least for now. It's more than just a tool—it's a reminder of everything I've been through. I'd rather not have it disassembled before I even get to use it."
Hitoshi, sensing the tension, intervened with a calm but firm tone. Lightly hitting the inventor on the head. "Oi cut it out. We should respect Midoriya's wishes here. It's clear that this weapon has significant meaning for him. Let's not give him a heart attack, okay?"
The pink haired teen pouted. Her enthusiasm slightly deflated but she was still curious. "Alright, alright. I'll respect that. But you've got to let me study it eventually, okay? I'm just fascinated by the design!"
The brainwasher groaned exasperatedly, his frustration with Mei's antics evident. Izuku smiled warmly at his friends.
As the afternoon wore on, the three friends reveled in Izuku's achievements and eagerly anticipated the future, their friendship strengthened by their shared experiences and mutual support.
A sense of camaraderie settled over the room. The padawan took a deep breath, his expression thoughtful. "You know, I've been thinking a lot about the future. I can't believe we're graduating soon. Next year, I'll be attending Orudera High School. It's the last step before U.A. High, where All Might went. It's my dream to become a hero like him."
Mei and Hitoshi exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles widening. "We're going there too," they said in unison, their voices brimming with excitement and shared ambition.
Izuku's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's amazing! I thought you two were heading in different directions."
The brainwasher grinned, a rare spark of enthusiasm breaking through his typically calm demeanor. "The world needs more smart heroes and fewer muscle-headed idiots," he declared, his grin widening. "And I'm more than ready to step up."
The inventor's face lit up with her characteristic enthusiasm. "And of course I'll be going to U.A. too. The support course there is the best—fully equipped and state-of-the-art. It's perfect for someone like me." Her voice brimmed with pride and determination.
Izuku felt a surge of happiness at their words. The thought of facing the challenges of the future alongside his friends was incredibly reassuring. "Then it's settled," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll get into U.A. together and become the best heroes we can be."
As the conversation continued, the Force ghosts observed their interactions from the sidelines, their presence unseen and unfelt by the trio. Their approval was palpable, a silent affirmation of the path these young heroes were forging together.
Izuku looked at both of his friends, his heart full. "Here's to our future, and to all the adventures we'll have."
Mei and Hitoshi raised imaginary glasses, their excitement unmistakable. The future seemed bright and full of promise, and the bonds of friendship that had been forged would carry them through the challenges ahead.
-THE FORCE AWAKENS–
Two days later the morning sun cast its warm light over Takoba Municipal Beach. Gentle waves caressed the shore, their soothing rhythm melding with the tranquil sounds of the sea. Izuku stood alongside his mentors—Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Luke, and Leia—preparing for a training session that promised to be unlike any they had experienced before.
The calm of the beach contrasted sharply with the eager anticipation in the air. Today's training would delve into the ancient art of lightsaber combat through a series of Force-enabled visions. The goal was to explore the seven forms of lightsaber combat, each demonstrated by a distinguished individual from history.
With a solemn nod, Yoda raised his hand. The Force responded, causing the serene beach to shimmer and fade into a series of vivid, dynamic scenes from Jedi history.
The first vision materialized, thrusting them onto a chaotic battlefield. Jedi Master Cin Drallig, a figure known for his robust yet straightforward style, stood amidst a sea of battle droids. His lightsaber moved with precise, rhythmic strikes, cutting through the mechanical foes with clear, methodical movements.
The Jedi Master was clad in traditional Jedi robes, his expression focused and intense as he demonstrated Shii-Cho, the first and most fundamental lightsaber form. His strikes were straightforward yet effective, emphasizing the basic stances and movements that formed the bedrock of all lightsaber combat.
Anakin's voice cut through the scene. "Form I: Shii-Cho is the foundation of all lightsaber combat. It's about mastering basic stances and movements. The form is simple, but its principles are crucial for any Jedi."
Izuku watched intently, his eyes wide with admiration. The clarity of Master Cin Drallig's strikes underscored the form's fundamental nature. He absorbed every detail, recognizing how even the most basic techniques could be powerful when executed with precision.
The vision shifted to a dimly lit chamber, where Count Dooku, with his aristocratic demeanor and elegant bearing, engaged in a refined duel. Dooku's lightsaber moved with a fluid grace, embodying Makashi, a form designed for one-on-one combat. His movements were characterized by a precise, almost dance-like quality.
Dooku, with his distinctive silver hair, in his dark robes and with a calm, calculating expression, demonstrated the form's emphasis on finesse and technique. His strikes and parries were executed with an air of effortless sophistication.
Obi-Wan's voice resonated as they observed. "Form II: Makashi is a dueling form, focusing on precision and technique. It's ideal for lightsaber combat against a single opponent. The elegance of Makashi contrasts with the more raw and foundational aspects of Shii-Cho."
Izuku observed the sophistication of Dooku's technique with rapt attention. the way he utilized his refined movements to outmaneuver his opponent. However, Master Obi-Wan's next words carried an important caution. "Remember, Izuku, Count Dooku was a Sith Lord. His skill in Makashi was formidable, but his use of it was twisted by his dark allegiance."
The green haired padawan's eyes widened with realization, his respect for the form tempered by the knowledge of its dark practitioner. Despite this, he marveled at the sophistication of Dooku's technique. The form's emphasis on footwork and balance was apparent, demonstrating how a Jedi could use Makashi to gain an advantage in personal combat through skillful maneuvering. Izuku thought deeply about how the form itself wasn't inherently evil; it was the user's intent that mattered.
The scene transitioned to a rugged, rocky outcrop where Kanan Jarrus stood resolutely. His lightsaber served as a shield against a relentless barrage of blaster fire. Kanan, with his rugged appearance and determined expression, embodied Soresu, the third form, known for its defensive nature.
Kanan's movements were deliberate and calculated, focusing on enduring and redirecting attacks rather than aggressive counterattacks. His stance was steadfast, creating a nearly impenetrable defense.
Yoda's voice guided them through the vision. "Form III: Soresu, the way of the surface, emphasizes defense and endurance. About outlasting opponents and protecting oneself from harm, it is."
Izuku saw how Kanan's calm and measured movements created a robust defense. The form's emphasis on patience and strategic endurance resonated with him, highlighting the importance of defensive skills in prolonged engagements.
The scene shifted to a vibrant arena, the ground uneven and scattered with obstacles, where Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn engaged in dynamic, acrobatic combat. Qui-Gon, known for his distinctive appearance, had a strong, rugged build, with a beard that added to his wise and experienced demeanor. His dark hair was tied back, and he wore traditional Jedi robes that fluttered with his every movement.
Qui-Gon's use of Ataru was a spectacle of speed and aggression. The form, known for its acrobatic nature, was on full display as Qui-Gon leaped high into the air, performing flips and rapid spins with his green lightsaber. His strikes were fast and overwhelming, designed to exploit his opponents' weaknesses through sheer force and agility.
Luke's voice provided insight. "Form IV: Ataru is the most aggressive form, designed to exploit an opponent's weaknesses through speed and power. It requires both physical and mental agility."
Izuku watched in awe, his eyes wide with recognition. He had heard stories of Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi who had rescued Master Anakin from Tatooine. Seeing him in action was a revelation that brought him a sense of reverence. The way Qui-Gon used Ataru's speed to control the battlefield was mesmerizing, emphasizing how speed and power could be combined to dominate an opponent.
The scene transitioned to a desolate, rocky landscape where Jedi Master Plo Koon engaged in fierce combat. He was a tall and formidable figure and had an appearance that set him apart from other Jedi. His face was orange framed by the distinctive ridges on his head. He wore a traditional Jedi robe with a hood, adding to his imposing presence.
What made him particularly recognizable was his respirator mask, which covered his nose and mouth. The mask was essential for his species, the Kel Dorian, as it helped him breathe in various environments. The mask was sleek, with a slightly metallic sheen, and had a pair of small, circular vents on either side.
Plo Koon's combat style exemplified Shien/Djem So, characterized by a blend of offense and defense. His powerful strikes were not only decisive but also seamlessly integrated with his defensive maneuvers. As he fought, his lightsaber whirred with precision, deflecting and redirecting attacks with skillful counterattacks that turned his opponent's aggression into opportunities for his own strikes.
Leia's voice provided insight. "Form V: Shien/Djem So is about balancing offense and defense. It's designed to redirect an opponent's attacks and use them against them, making it a highly adaptable form."
Izuku was captivated by Plo Koon's commanding presence and adept use of Shien/Djem So. The Jedi Master's ability to harmonize defensive moves with powerful counterattacks showcased the form's versatility. The teen was particularly struck by how Plo Koon's respirator mask, a crucial element of his alien physiology, did nothing to detract from his effectiveness in combat. Instead, it was a reminder of how a Jedi's unique attributes could be integrated into their combat style, demonstrating the adaptability and resilience required in battle.
The vision changed to a serene forest glade where Jedi Master Ki-Adi Mundi practiced Niman, also known as the Way of the Rancor. The Cerean was a tall, alien Jedi with a distinctive white, cone-shaped head, and large, expressive eyes that gave him an air of calm wisdom. He wore the traditional brown and beige Jedi robes, which flowed elegantly as he moved.
Ki-Adi Mundi's combat style was a graceful dance of balanced movements. Niman combined elements from all previous forms into a versatile and adaptable style. As he wielded his blue lightsaber, his motions were smooth and fluid, blending offensive and defensive techniques seamlessly. The way he integrated strikes and parries showed a balanced approach that allowed him to adapt to various combat situations.
Anakin's voice conveyed the essence of Niman. " Form VI: Niman integrates aspects of all the other forms. It's about balance and versatility, blending techniques to suit different situations."
Izuku observed with fascination. The fluid transitions between techniques in Ki-Adi Mundi's movements highlighted how Niman's balanced approach could be applied to a range of combat scenarios. The form's adaptability resonated with him, illustrating how blending different techniques could create a well-rounded and effective combat style.
The final vision plunged them into a dark and intense duel, where Jedi Master Mace Windu demonstrated Juyo/Vaapad. Mace Windu was a striking figure, tall and muscular, with dark skin and a deeply focused gaze. His robes were deep purple, complementing the vibrant purple of his lightsaber.
Juyo/Vaapad was the most aggressive and dangerous form, embracing the ferocity of the dark side while maintaining control. Mace Windu's combat was unrelenting, showcasing a form that required mastery over one's emotions. His strikes were fierce and powerful, each movement charged with raw intensity and precision.
Yoda's voice carried a weight of caution. " Form VII: Juyo, or Vaapad, is the most aggressive and dangerous form. It requires mastery over one's emotions and a deep understanding of oneself."
Izuku felt a shiver as he watched Mace Windu's combat. The form's potential for darkness and aggression was palpable, highlighting the need for careful control and balance. Windu's use of Juyo/Vaapad showcased how a Jedi could channel their inner ferocity into a powerful combat style while maintaining the discipline needed to control it.
The visions slowly faded, and the tranquil beach of Takoba reappeared. Izuku stood on the sandy shore with a renewed sense of understanding and determination. The insights he had gained from observing the seven forms of lightsaber combat were profound. He felt a deep connection to the teachings of the Jedi, and his resolve to integrate these lessons into his own training was stronger than ever.
"I've learned so much today," he said, gazing at his lightsaber with a mix of awe and resolve. "I feel like I have a clearer understanding of each form and how they can be applied."
Anakin Skywalker stepped forward, his expression serious yet encouraging. "Seeing the forms in action is just the beginning. The real challenge is applying them to your own combat style. Each form has its strengths and weaknesses, and your task is to integrate them into your training."
Izuku nodded, absorbing Anakin's words. "I'm ready to start training, masters, and make the most of what I've learned."
The group moved to a cleared area of the beach, where debris and scrap metal had created a makeshift training ground. The padawan picked up his lightsaber, igniting the blade with a hum. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the scene. Izuku's excitement was palpable as he prepared to practice the basic form.
Obi-Wan Kenobi approached, his demeanor calm and focused. "Let's begin with Shii-Cho. It's the foundation of lightsaber combat, emphasizing control and precision. Your stance and movements are crucial."
Izuku took his stance, his lightsaber held in a basic guard position. His initial attempts were marked by hesitation and clumsiness as he tried to master the basic strikes and parries. The debris scattered around the training area served as targets for him to practice against.
Yoda observed from a short distance, nodding with approval as the teen made his first attempts. "Patience and persistence, crucial they are. Mastery takes time, and errors, part of the learning process they are."
Izuku focused on his movements, adjusting his stance as Obi-Wan demonstrated the correct form. The Jedi Master's fluid motions and precise strikes were a model for Izuku to emulate. He began to find a rhythm, his movements becoming more coordinated as he practiced. Each strike and block improved with repetition, his confidence growing with each successful maneuver.
Obi-Wan provided constant feedback, his voice steady and encouraging. "Good. Remember to keep your movements controlled. Shii-Cho is about balance. Don't rush; let each strike flow naturally."
As Izuku practiced, he began to use the debris around him as targets, imagining them as opponents. His strikes were more deliberate now, his control over the lightsaber improving. The makeshift targets, made from scrap metal and broken wood, provided a satisfying challenge as he honed his skills.
Yoda's words echoed in his mind, guiding him through the process. "Focus, you must. The Force guides your movements. Trust in it."
Hours passed as Izuku continued to train, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, casting long shadows over the beach. The guidance and encouragement from his mentors helped him stay focused and motivated.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Izuku took a moment to reflect on his progress. He felt more prepared than ever to continue his journey and apply the wisdom he had gained.
-THE FORCE AWAKENS–
The first days of vacation after Izuku's graduation from junior high brought him to a welcomed change to the warehouse. It was March and the area was filled with mechanical remnants and projects, with Izuku's mother, Inko, watching from a nearby chair, her gaze a mix of pride and concern. Mei and Hitoshi were seated at a workbench, the various tools and components forgotten as both watched their friend.
Izuku, his lightsaber in training mode, moved purposefully in the center of the warehouse. The droid he and Mei had constructed stood opposite him, its metal frame whirring and clanking as it mimicked combat moves. The hum of the saber cut through the air, its light flashing against the warehouse walls and casting dynamic shadows on the debris-strewn floor.
As Izuku executed precise strikes and fluid parries, his focus was intense. He had clearly mastered the basic stances of Form I—Shii-Cho—but a hint of frustration was evident on his face. The droid was no longer a challenge; it was the lack of real-world experience that was hindering his progress.
Unseen by Mei and Hitoshi, the Force ghosts—Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Luke Skywalker, and Leia Organa—watched from their ethereal realm. Their presence, though invisible, was deeply felt by Izuku through their telepathic connection.
As Izuku took a break, panting slightly, he deactivated his lightsaber and turned toward the spectral figures.
"Young Midoriya," Obi-Wan's voice resonated in Izuku's mind, tinged with approval, "you've achieved commendable proficiency in Shii-Cho. Your command of the basics is impressive."
Anakin, appearing with a rare paternal pride, nodded. "You've grasped the fundamentals well. However, it seems you've hit a plateau. To advance, you'll need new challenges."
The padawan, catching his breath, closed his eyes. "What should I do next? It feels like I've reached a limit with my current training."
The Force ghosts exchanged thoughtful glances. Yoda, with his characteristic wisdom, spoke first. "Observe duels through the Force, you should. Learn from the masters of old."
Luke, ever optimistic, added, "Watching great duelists from the past could provide valuable insights into their techniques and strategies."
Leia, pragmatic as ever, countered, "But would mere observation be enough? Even if he spent years watching the best duelists, it might not translate into practical skills. There's a big difference between observation and actual practice."
Anakin's eyes softened with a mix of pride and contemplation. "Leia has a point. Observation offers context but doesn't replace the need for hands-on experience." He nudged Leia with a grin. "I'm proud of you for suggesting that."
Leia smiled warmly at her father's praise. Obi-Wan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Observing through the Force might offer strategic perspectives, but practical training is indispensable."
Yoda's ears twitched thoughtfully. "Train with others, he must. Give him a new perspective, this will."
Izuku's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Others? I hadn't thought of that. It makes sense." He paused, considering the idea. "It could provide a new perspective on my techniques, and I might learn Kenjutsu, gaining practical experience while improving my physical conditioning."
While Izuku pondered, the ghosts continued discussing the merits of different approaches. Obi-Wan spoke about how traditional training had influenced his combat style, while Luke emphasized adapting various techniques to one's unique strengths. Anakin highlighted the importance of rigorous physical conditioning and mental discipline. Leia, enthusiastic, added, "The discipline and focus required in traditional martial arts will help you hone your control and precision with the lightsaber."
As Izuku stood in the middle of the warehouse, lost in thought, Mei, Hitoshi, and his mother Inko noticed he hadn't moved for several minutes. Mei looked up from her work, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.
"Hey, Iruku, are you alright?" Mei called out, her voice laced with worry.
Hitoshi wiped his hands on a rag and approached, his eyes sharp and observant. "You've been standing there for a while. What's going on?"
Inko, sitting nearby and knitting, glanced up with a concerned expression. "Izuku, dear, you seem distracted. Is everything okay?"
The padawan turned to face them, a thoughtful look on his face. "Actually, I've been thinking... I might have hit a wall with my training. I feel like I've reached a limit that I can't overcome on my own. Maybe I need to train with others to push past it."
The pink haired inventor's eyes widened in understanding. "You're talking about real-world experience, aren't you?"
The brainwasher nodded thoughtfully. "It makes sense. Sparring with others will expose you to different fighting styles and techniques. You'll learn things that you can't from just practicing on your own."
Inko put down her knitting and stood up, her expression supportive. "Izuku, you've always been determined and resourceful. If you think working with others will help, then you should definitely look into it. Maybe there are local martial arts clubs or training groups you could join."
Mei's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I can help you find some options! There are probably some great places around where you can practice with others and get some real combat experience."
Hitoshi, ever the practical one, added, "And if you're looking for variety, try reaching out to different training centers. They might have instructors who can offer a range of techniques and styles."
The padawan's face brightened at their suggestions. Inko reached out and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you for recognizing when you need to seek new challenges. You've always been so dedicated."
Mei gave him a thumbs up and Hitoshi offered a rare smile. His eyes sparkled with gratitude and determination. The Force ghosts faded slightly as the warehouse buzzed with collaborative enthusiasm and support.
-THE FORCE AWAKENS–
After days of searching, Izuku Midoriya finally found a dojo that seemed to meet all his needs. It was located in Mygeto, a city an hour away from Musutafu. Excitedly, he read the details of the dojo from the announcement he had found on his phone. The sign-up deadline was the next day, April 20th. His eyes widened in surprise and a touch of panic—he had barely a day to act on this opportunity.
Feeling a sense of urgency, Izuku quickly sent a message to Hitoshi Shinso. "Hey, Shinso, I found a dojo that looks perfect for my training. It's in Mygeto, and the sign-up deadline is tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"
Moments later, Hitoshi's response came through. "I'm not sure if I can make it tomorrow. We still have three years before we need to be at our peak. Maybe we can check it out later. Good luck, though!"
Izuku smiled at his friend's reply, understanding the perspective but feeling the need to seize the opportunity. He quickly informed his mother of his plans. "Mom, I found a dojo in Mygeto that I want to check out. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."
His mother, though slightly surprised, gave him her blessing. "Be careful, and make sure to keep me updated."
He hastily prepared for his journey, packing essentials and making sure his lightsaber was secure in home. With a final glance at his modest apartment in Musutafu, Izuku stepped out and headed to the train station. The trip to Mygeto was about an hour, and he used the time to mentally review his goals and visualize the training ahead.
Upon arriving in Mygeto, Izuku made his way to the dojo, navigating the bustling city streets with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The dojo was located in a quieter part of the city, and as he approached, he was struck by the building's traditional Japanese architecture. The wooden exterior, with its intricate carvings and elegant design, stood in contrast to the modern buildings surrounding it. It was a testament to the rich history and respect for martial arts that the dojo embodied.
He approached the sliding doors, which were adorned with a simple yet elegant sign reading "Ojiro Dojo." Taking a deep breath, Izuku pushed the doors open and stepped inside. The interior was a serene and inviting space. The smell of fresh wood and a hint of incense created a calming atmosphere, setting the tone for his visit.
As he walked in, he was greeted by a young man with a warm and friendly demeanor. Mashirao Ojiro, the son of the dojo's owner, stood before him. Mashirao was a tall and well-built individual, his physique honed from years of dedicated training. He had a calm, composed aura, with short dark blond hair that was neatly styled. His eyes were sharp and focused, reflecting both his discipline and approachable nature. He wore a traditional dojo uniform specially tailored to fit his tail, which added to his authoritative yet approachable appearance.
Izuku returned the bow and introduced himself. "Hello, Ojiro. I'm Izuku Midoriya. I'm here to learn more about your dojo and to see if it's the right place for my training. I'm particularly interested in martial arts and Kenjutsu."
Mashirao's eyes lit up with interest. "You've come to the right place. Our dojo specializes in a variety of martial arts, including the one you seek. Let me give you a tour of the facilities."
As they walked through the dojo, Mashirao explained the various training areas. The main hall was spacious, with polished wooden floors and walls adorned with traditional calligraphy and photographs of past masters. The dojo had a sense of history and reverence, each corner reflecting the dedication and discipline that martial arts required.
The tailed teen led Izuku to the meditation room, a tranquil space with tatami mats and low wooden benches. "This room is used for meditation and mental preparation. It's important to clear your mind and focus before you begin your physical training."
The padawan nodded, taking in the peaceful ambiance of the room. "It's a beautiful space. I can see how it would be helpful for focusing my thoughts and preparing mentally."
Next, Mashirao showed him the practice areas, including a section dedicated to traditional Japanese swords and practice dummies, which were neatly arranged. Ts designed the area designed to facilitate both solo and partner training.
"This is where we practice Kenjutsu," He explained. "We have various training tools and techniques to help you master the art of the sword."
Izuku's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "This is exactly what I've been looking for. I've been training by myself, but I think learning traditional swordplay will complement my skills and provide me with a new perspective."
Mashirao smiled, clearly pleased with the green haired teen's enthusiasm. "I'm glad to hear that. We take pride in our training methods and the progress of our students. We'll be happy to help you achieve your goals."
As the tour concluded, the tailed teen proposed a friendly match to give Izuku a sense of the dojo's training environment. "How about a practice duel? A traditional hand-to-hand combat match. No quirks or special abilities—just a friendly spar to gauge each other's skills."
The padawan agreed eagerly understanding the importance of testing his abilities. "That sounds like a great idea. I'm ready."
They moved to the practice area, where a set of tatami mats provided a safe surface for their duel. Both fighters assumed their stances, focusing on each other with determined expressions. The match began with a series of controlled strikes and blocks, each move calculated and precise.
Izuku's physical training had given him a solid foundation, and he applied his techniques with skill and agility. Mashirao, in turn, demonstrated a fluid and disciplined style, his movements reflecting years of dedicated practice. The duel was intense and engaging, showcasing their mutual respect and skill.
Despite his best efforts, Mashirao's superior experience and technique began to show. His strikes were more precise, his movements more fluid, and his timing impeccable. Izuku found himself struggling to keep up, each move being met with a counter from Mashirao that left him off balance.
The intensity of the fight left Izuku breathless, his body feeling the strain of the relentless pace. Mashirao, while equally exerted, maintained a calm and composed demeanor. His experience allowed him to predict the padawan's movements and counter them effectively. With a well-timed combination of strikes and blocks, the Dojo heir managed to gain the upper hand.
The match ended with Mashirao executing a final, decisive move that left Izuku unable to continue. Both combatants stepped back, breathing heavily but with mutual respect. Izuku, though clearly tired, looked at Mashirao with admiration.
The teen extended a hand with a friendly grin. "That was a great match, Midoriya. You've got some impressive moves, but you've still got a lot to learn. Your dedication is evident, though."
Izuku accepted the handshake with a smile, his face flushed but filled with satisfaction. "Thanks, Ojiro. I really enjoyed the challenge. It was a great test of my skills."
Mashirao's demeanor softened, and he looked at the padawan with genuine warmth. "You know, I think you're a great person to train with. We should definitely be friends. How about it?"
Izuku's face brightened with a sense of relief and excitement. "I'd like that. I'm looking forward to training here and getting to know you better."
As Izuku left the dojo, the sun had begun to set, casting its warm glow over the city. The day's events had filled Izuku with a sense of accomplishment and hope. Finding a dojo that offered both traditional and modern techniques, and making a new friend in the process, was a promising start to this new chapter of his journey.
The challenges and opportunities that lay ahead were exciting, and he was eager to embrace them. His heart swelled with anticipation and excitement. Despite losing the friendly match, he felt invigorated by the prospect of learning and growing in the dojo. The experience had been humbling but motivating, reinforcing his determination.
With a determined stride, Izuku made his way back to the train station. The path ahead was filled with possibilities, and he was eager to make the most of every opportunity that came his way. As he boarded the train and watched the city of Mygeto fade into the distance, Izuku's thoughts were already focused on the upcoming training sessions and the new skills he would acquire.
Hello again!
What did you think of Inko, Hitoshi, Mei, and the Ghostly Council's reactions to Izuku's lightsaber? My favorite part is when Mei, despite learning that the lightsaber represents Izuku's heart, still decides to try to modify it. That feels like something Mei would definitely do.
We also get to see seven iconic Jedi in this chapter! (Well, six plus Count Dooku, who technically counts since he was once a member of the Order.)
Lastly, a new friend for Izuku makes an appearance: Mashirao Ojiro. In many stories, Izuku learns martial arts from the red-haired lady Kendo, but I love breaking away from established molds. So, I chose to have the tailed man train with Izuku in these aspects (not to mention that a Jedi's training naturally includes such skills).
So, what did you think of the chapter? Let me know your thoughts. As always, I'm eager to read you. Please drop your opinions in the review box.
Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter (and this lengthy author's note). Your support and feedback mean a lot to me. Stay tuned for the next chapter, and may the Force be with you!
Until next time,
—FarXs.