Here's the Seventh chapter! Thank you for all the reviews and comments.
Author's Note at the End:
Date: 15 December 2024
Chapter 7: I'm here
Jedi Temple, Coruscant
The gates of the Jedi Temple stood tall and imposing, their intricate carvings catching the golden rays of Coruscant's afternoon sun. These gates were symbols of the Order's strength, a constant reminder of their duty to safeguard peace. Normally, the atmosphere around the temple was serene, filled with the quiet footsteps of Initiates, Padawans, Knights and Masters and occasional visitors. Today, however, the usual calm had been shattered.
A crowd of civilians had gathered outside, their voices rising in agitation as they argued with the temple's sentinels. Dressed in plain, weathered robes, the civilians exuded the frustration of the marginalized, those who felt ignored by the powerful.
"This is a public temple!" a man shouted, stepping forward with his arms outstretched. His voice cracked with emotion. "You preach peace and unity, but you shut out the very people you claim to serve!"
Beside him, a woman clutched a battered datapad to her chest. She gestured toward the gate, her voice ringing with indignation. "What are you hiding in there? We've come all this way to see the so-called defenders of justice, and you won't even let us in?"
The Jedi guards at gates held their ground. They stood with practiced serenity, their hands resting lightly on the hilts of their deactivated lightsabers. A senior Knight, his brown robes immaculate despite the dust stirred by the restless crowd, stepped forward. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the rising commotion like a blade.
"The temple is open to visitors by appointment only," he said evenly. "Entry to designated areas is carefully regulated to maintain order and security. Please return at a scheduled and appointed time."
The explanation only fueled the crowd's ire. "Security?" another man scoffed, his arms flailing as he turned to rally the others. "What security do you need from unarmed civilians? Are you afraid of your own people?"
The crowd grew more animated with every passing moment. A young man stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at the gate. "You Jedi think you're above us, don't you? Sitting in your tower, playing gods while the rest of us struggle to survive!"
Another civilian, a wiry older woman with a sharp tone, shouted, "What are you so afraid of? Are you hiding something in there? Maybe the rumors are true, you've got secrets you don't want the public to know!"
The Jedi guard remained composed, but the ripple of tension spread among the onlookers. Passersby on the busy Coruscant streets began to slow, their curiosity piqued by the commotion. More people began to gather as the greater crowd started to form, their murmurs adding to the cacophony of voices.
A third civilian, emboldened by the growing crowd, threw up his hands dramatically. "Is this what you call justice? Peace? You shut the doors on us and expect us to believe you're the guardians of the galaxy?"
The senior Knight raised his hand, his calm voice trying to soothe the rising storm. "The Jedi Order's mission is to protect and serve. Your concerns are heard, but you must leave now if you do not have clearance. Disrupting temple operations will not help your cause."
His measured words, however, were like pouring oil on the fire. The civilians' voices rose higher, their frustration nearing a boiling point.
A civilian woman stepped forward again, her datapad held aloft as if it were evidence. "We've been ignored for too long! If the Jedi claim to protect peace, they should let us in!"
Inside the temple, just beyond the chaos at the gates, Jiraiya, Naruto's clone, walked casually within a tour group. His plain robes and relaxed demeanor made him indistinguishable from the other civilians in the group. A young Padawan led the tour, his voice steady as he explained the history and significance of the temple's architecture.
Jiraiya's smirk widened as he glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the scene unfolding at the gates through a nearby window. The civilians causing the ruckus were his clones, carefully disguised to appear as average citizens. He had planned this in the last three days, meticulously booking a slot for the temple tour while orchestrating a simultaneous diversion.
'Perfect timing,' Jiraiya thought. The distraction at the gates was doing its job, pulling the attention of the more vigilant Jedi stationed nearby.
Three days ago, He had booked his spot in today's temple tour, a legitimate entry point that allowed him access to the public areas. In the meantime, he had scoured Coruscant's underbelly, mingling with smugglers and black-market dealers. One particularly shady transaction had yielded a rare Force-suppressing cloak, an artifact from a long-forgotten conflict according to the dealer. While the cloak wasn't foolproof, but it masked his already suppressed presence enough to blend in as an ordinary civilian from Jedi's sensitive perception. He hoped it worked and so far it seemed to do the job as no one batted an eye at him.
'A good investment,' he mused as he adjusted the cloak. 'Expensive, but worth it.'
Now, as the tour continued, Jiraiya blended into the group seamlessly. The Padawan led them through grand atriums and hallowed halls, explaining the significance of each space. Jiraiya nodded occasionally along with the others, his expression one of polite curiosity.
The Padawan leading the group gestured toward a towering wall inscribed with ancient Jedi symbols. "This is the Hall of Reflection," he said, his tone reverent. "Here, Jedi meditate on the Force and the lessons of those who came before us."
Jiraiya feigned interest, nodding along with the rest of the group. But his attention was elsewhere. In the past three days, he had spent hours in libraries and cantinas, absorbing everything he could about the Jedi Order. Their history, their culture, their philosophies, all of it was fascinating. And now, walking these halls, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.
As they passed by a training hall, Jiraiya paused, his ears catching the faint noises of fists and shouts. He peered through a narrow window, watching as younglings sparred under the watchful eyes of their instructors. Their movements were disciplined but fluid, reminiscent of the taijutsu training he vaguely remembered from his fragmented memories.
'It's almost like the Academy back home,' he thought, a pang of nostalgia hitting him. 'Except these kids seem to have it a bit easier.'
The commotion at the gates was growing louder, the shouts of the civilians now echoing through the temple corridors as the tour went near the gated area. The Padawan leading the tour paused, his brow furrowing as he glanced toward the distant noise.
"What's happening?" one of the tourists asked nervously.
"Nothing to be concerned about," the Padawan replied quickly, though his voice carried a hint of unease. "Please stay with the group."
Jiraiya suppressed a chuckle. The distraction was working better than he'd hoped. And it was time for the next phase of his plan.
Earlier in the tour, Jiraiya had discreetly placed small smoke bombs in key locations throughout the temple. Each one was no larger than a credit chip, perfectly hidden among the shadows of the corridors. Now, with a subtle hand sign concealed beneath his cloak, he triggered the devices. It had been hard to replicate and relearn the seals necessary for explosive tags and other things from his memories, but he had clones and plenty of time over the past two years, and it seems like the sacrifice of his clones was worth it. However, he did notice that, like his other techniques, the seals and their effects were more prominent here after he woke up on Tatooine
The first bomb detonated with a sharp bang, releasing a thick cloud of smoke. The sound echoed through the halls, followed by several more explosions in rapid succession. The temple was thrown into chaos as civilians screamed and scattered, their cries of fear reverberating through the grand chambers.
"We're under attack!" Jiraiya shouted, his voice trembling with feigned panic. His eyes darted around the smoke-filled corridor as if searching for safety. He crouched low behind a sturdy pillar, shielding his face from the swirling clouds and adding to the illusion of a terrified civilian. His body language sold the ruse, shaky hands, labored breathing, and wide, fearful eyes as smoke covered him.
The Jedi Padawan leading the tour reacted instantly, igniting his lightsaber with a sharp hiss. The brilliant blue glow of his blade cut through the dense smoke, illuminating the corridor in an eerie light. "Stay calm!" the Padawan called out, his voice steady despite the chaos. "The Jedi are here. You're safe."
The tourists huddled together, their panic contagious as they glanced nervously at the smoke, unsure whether to stay or run. Some clung to walls, while others crouched behind makeshift cover.
Through the swirling smoke, Jiraiya sensed the shift in the temple's energy. Jedi Knights and Padawans began flooding the corridors, their lightsabers igniting in a cascade of colors. The hum of blades filled the air, followed by the quick, purposeful footsteps of the temple's defenders. They moved with urgency, fanning out toward the sources of the explosions.
'So predictable,' Jiraiya still behind the smoked pillar thought, the corners of his lips curling into a sly smirk. His sharp eyes tracked their movements, studying their coordination and focus.
With a subtle hand sign hidden beneath his cloak, Jiraiya summoned a handful of shadow clones. Each clone transformed with a faint puff of smoke, their appearances shifting to resemble unassuming Jedi. They wore plain robes, some with hastily fabricated Padawan braids. Without a word, the clones scattered into the chaos, blending seamlessly with the running Knights and Padawans.
The main Jiraiya clone, still crouched behind the pillar, shifted his focus. Leaving a single clone behind to maintain the illusion of a civilian, he slipped away from the tour group unnoticed, his movements fluid and silent.
Near the heart of the temple, Jiraiya's disguised mercenary clones emerged from various smoked areas, their appearances a stark contrast to the pristine halls. They wore patched, mismatched armor and tattered cloaks. Their faces were hidden beneath grimy masks, some resembling the raiders commonly found on Outer Rim worlds. They carried blasters and vibroblades, their weapons as worn and unreliable as their appearances.
'Took me forever to get these cheap toys,' Jiraiya thought, recalling the black-market dealer's slimy grin as he overcharged for the gear. 'Still, they'll do the job.'
The mercenary clones charged forward with wild, erratic movements, yelling incoherent battle cries. Their chaotic assault added to the illusion of an unplanned, desperate raid. The Jedi defenders reacted swiftly, their lightsabers igniting in a synchronized wave of blue, green, and yellow.
A group of Knights and Padawans intercepted the attackers, forming a defensive line. Their movements were graceful and precise, their lightsabers cutting through the smoke like beacons. Throughout its grand history it had hardly a case when some had gall to attack and infiltrate Temple directly. But the group moved like a well oiled army.
The first mercenary clone lunged forward, swinging a vibroblade with reckless abandon. A Jedi Knight stepped forward to meet him, their lightsaber humming as it effortlessly parried the crude weapon. Sparks flew as the blade connected with the vibroblade, and the clone stumbled back, feigning shock.
Another clone charged with a blaster, firing erratic shots that were expertly deflected by a Padawan. The Jedi's blade twirled in a defensive arc, sending the bolts harmlessly into the walls and ceiling. The mercenary threw down the blaster and tackled the Padawan instead, grappling with them in a flurry of punches.
From the shadows, Jiraiya watched the fight unfold, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. The Jedi's coordination was impressive, they moved as one, their training evident in every step and strike. But something about their tactics intrigued him.
'No flashy moves,' Jiraiya thought, his brow furrowing. 'No bursts of energy, force or chakra, no techniques beyond what I've already seen. Just these glowing swords. Are they saving their strength for a bigger fight? Or is this really all they've got? Are they not allowed to use jutsus inside the temple ? or are they saved only against a foe who uses them ?'
One of the mercenary clones ducked under a lightsaber slash, delivering a swift punch to the Jedi's ribs. The Knight staggered, more surprised than hurt, but quickly recovered, using the Force to shove the attacker back.
'They're holding back,' Jiraiya realized, a grin spreading across his face. 'They don't want to kill unless they absolutely have to. Soft-hearted, even in the middle of battle. This is good to know.'
A Jedi Knight knocked another mercenary clone to the ground, their lightsaber poised for a finishing blow. But the Knight hesitated, their expression conflicted. The delay allowed the clone to roll away and scramble back to their feet, continuing the fight.
'Too soft,' Jiraiya thought, shaking his head. 'That hesitation is going to cost them someday.'
Satisfied with the chaos, Jiraiya made a quick hand sign, summoning another shadow clone in the dimly lit corner where he hid. The clone darted into the fray, signaling the mercenaries to retreat.
The raider clones disengaged quickly, retreating with purpose as they fired a few chaotic parting blaster shots into the dense smoke. The corridor was filled with the acrid scent of burnt metal and scorched stone, a tangible reminder of the chaos that had just erupted. The Jedi defenders hesitated for a moment, their instincts as warriors urging them to pursue the intruders, but their training and the Order's strict guidelines held them back.
Among the Jedi present, Master Shaak Ti stepped forward, her presence commanding and calm. The Togruta Jedi Master's elegant montrals and robes swayed slightly as she moved through the dissipating smoke. Her lightsaber remained unignited, but her gaze was sharp and calculating, assessing the situation with the precision of a seasoned strategist.
"Don't follow them," she instructed, her voice firm yet composed. The tension in the air eased slightly as the Jedi immediately obeyed, lowering their weapons and stepping back into a defensive formation. Shaak Ti's authority was unquestionable, and her calm presence had a grounding effect on the younger Jedi.
One Padawan, still gripping his lightsaber tightly, glanced toward the smoke-filled corridor where the raiders had vanished. "But Master Ti," he began hesitantly, his youthful impatience breaking through, "if we let them escape, they could regroup and attack again. Shouldn't we-"
Shaak Ti turned her gaze toward him, her expression serene but unyielding. "It is not your job to pursue them," she said, her tone gentle yet firm. "That is a task for others, those who specialize in tracking and containment."
The Padawan's shoulders sagged slightly, his grip on his weapon loosening. He bowed his head respectfully, stepping back into line.
'Just as planned,' Jiraiya thought, his smirk returning.
While the mercenaries vanished into the shadows, Jiraiya moved deeper into the temple. The chaos he had orchestrated was working perfectly, drawing most of the Jedi's attention to the supposed infiltrators. The remaining defenders were scattered and preoccupied, leaving the inner corridors relatively unguarded.
Jiraiya moved with practiced stealth, his steps silent as he navigated the labyrinthine halls. The faint hum of distant lightsabers and the hurried footsteps of Jedi filled the air, but no one paid him any attention.
'This place is incredible,' he thought, marveling at the towering statues and intricately carved walls. 'The history here must be insane. But let's see what secrets you're hiding.'
He passed by a meditation chamber, the soft hum of the Force emanating from within. Pausing briefly, he glanced through a narrow window, observing the serene interior. A Jedi sat cross-legged in deep meditation, their faces calm and focused not caring for the chaos that was outside as if trusting their comrades to take care of it.
'They're so disciplined,' Jiraiya thought, a flicker of admiration crossing his mind. 'It's almost... impressive.'
Jiraiya's goal was simple: gather as much information as possible about the Jedi Order, their strengths, and their weaknesses. Every step brought him closer to understanding this mysterious organization and its place in the galaxy.
He moved with purpose, his sharp mind analyzing every detail. The temple's layout, the positioning of its guards, the flow of energy in the Force, all of it painted a picture of the Jedi's inner workings.
'So easy,' he mused, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. 'They'll be chasing shadows all day.'
As he ventured deeper into the temple, Jiraiya's grin widened. The chaos above was his perfect cover, and now, the heart of the Jedi's secrets lay within his reach.
Like Jiraiya thought, the Jedi temple was thrown into chaos. The Corridors where Jiriaya watched was being watched by Master Shaak Ti.
As the Knights began moving to follow her orders, another Jedi Knight approached her, a Nautolan with a serious expression. "Master Ti," he said, his voice low, "should we not notify the Senate about this incident? If the intruders are part of a larger organization, they could pose a threat beyond the temple."
Shaak Ti inclined her head in agreement. "We will notify both the Senate and Coruscant's security forces. The Temple Guard will coordinate with local authorities to monitor for any further disturbances. However," she added, her gaze sharpening, "this is not the time for rash action. Let us ensure we understand the full scope of this attack before drawing conclusions."
Her gaze shifted to a nearby Jedi Knight who was tapping into a holo-terminal embedded in the wall. "Initiate a full lockdown of the temple," she commanded. "No one enters or leaves without clearance. Inform the guards at the main gates to increase their vigilance. Also, instruct every Knight to secure every corner of the temple. Tell them not to go solo; they must form teams. Protect the trainee younglings and initiates, don't leave them alone, and under no circumstances let them get involved in fights."
"Yes, Master," the Knight replied, his fingers moving swiftly over the terminal's interface. The faint hum of the temple's automated security systems activating could be heard in the distance.
Shaak Ti turned back to the group, her calm demeanor unwavering despite the urgency of the situation. "The intruders were well-prepared, but they left traces."
Her eyes swept over the gathered Jedi. "Masters skilled in tracking will be tasked with following their trail. They will coordinate with Coruscant's military and intelligence forces to locate these raiders. This temple is a sanctuary, and no one - no matter how bold - will threaten it without consequences. The council will meet soon as well"
One of the older Knights, a human with streaks of gray in his hair, nodded in agreement. "I will personally assist in coordinating with the Temple Guard and the Coruscant army," he said. "This will not go unanswered."
As the Jedi began dispersing to carry out their orders, Shaak Ti turned her attention to the Padawans and younger Knights still lingering in the area. Her tone softened, becoming almost maternal. "Remember," she said, "our duty is not vengeance. The Jedi are defenders of peace, not soldiers of war. The safety of those within these walls takes precedence over the pursuit of intruders."
The young Padawan who had spoken earlier nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I understand, Master Ti."
She placed a hand gently on his shoulder, her calm presence reassuring him. "Good. The galaxy is chaotic enough without us adding to it."
The Jedi worked quickly and efficiently under Shaak Ti's guidance. Civilians including the clone left by Jiraiya were escorted to a secure holding area within the temple, their fear gradually easing as they realized they were under the protection of one of the galaxy's most disciplined forces. Jedi Knights patrolled the halls, their lightsabers unlit but ready at a moment's notice.
As Shaak Ti moved to oversee the lockdown procedures, her mind lingered on the attack. Something about it didn't sit right. The raiders' movements had been too deliberate, their timing too precise. And yet, their equipment and tactics had been crude, almost amateurish.
'A distraction,' she thought again, the realization settling in her mind like a weight. 'But for what?'
She cast a long glance down the now-empty corridor where the raiders had fled. The Force rippled faintly in the distance, its currents disrupted by the presence of something, or someone. Whatever had just happened, she knew it was only the beginning.
'I hope the Council has answers to this' she thought as she sensed commotion in another part of the temple.
In another corridor
Master Mace Windu inhaled deeply, steadying his breathing as the commotion in the Jedi Temple unfolded around him. He stood in one of the sprawling corridors, his amethyst lightsaber humming faintly in his hand. The smoke from earlier explosions still lingered in the air, casting an eerie haze over the usually pristine halls. His sharp eyes darted toward the sounds of battle ahead, a cacophony of clashing weapons, shouts, and the occasional crash of metal against stone.
Windu had been nearby when the commotion started, attending a meditation session with a group of Padawans. The sudden echo of bangs and smoke clouds had sent the padawans into a state of alarm, but Windu had calmed them with his commanding presence, leading a handful of them, alongside several Knights, toward the disturbance.
Now, standing amidst the chaos, he watched as the smoke began to thin, revealing a scene of battle that seemed almost surreal. Raiders, scruffy, masked figures in mismatched armor, were fighting with wild abandon against Jedi Knights and Padawans. They wielded blasters, vibroblades, and even makeshift weapons, their movements chaotic yet strangely effective.
Windu's attention was drawn to one raider in particular, a somewhat tall figure with black hair peeking out from beneath a tattered mask. His black eyes glinted with a focus that didn't match his ragged appearance. The raider wielded a rusted vibroblade, its edge crackling faintly with unstable energy.
As Windu stepped forward, the raider turned to face him, his stance shifting. It was subtle, but Windu recognized the adjustment immediately, a practiced combatant bracing for an opponent of equal or greater skill.
Without hesitation, Windu closed the distance, his lightsaber cutting through the air in a precise arc aimed at disarming the attacker. But the raider moved with startling speed, twisting his body just enough to avoid the blade while bringing the vibroblade up to block. Sparks erupted from the collision, the unstable vibroblade managing to hold against Windu's strike.
Windu's eyes narrowed. This was no ordinary raider.
The raider pushed back, spinning the vibroblade in his hand before lunging at Windu with a calculated strike. Windu sidestepped effortlessly, his lightsaber deflecting the blow with a flick of his wrist. Yet, as the fight continued, he couldn't shake the feeling that this opponent was observing him, testing him as if he was nothing.
Windu pressed the attack, his movements fluid. He struck high, forcing the raider to raise his weapon in defense, then swept low, aiming to destabilize the raider's footing. But the masked figure anticipated the move, pivoting on his heel and countering with a quick jab toward Windu's midsection. The Jedi Master blocked the strike with ease, yet the raider's adaptability was undeniable.
Windu's mind raced as the battle unfolded. The raider's techniques were unrefined, but there was a strange familiarity to them. His reflexes were too sharp, his instincts too keen for someone who appeared so untrained.
The moment Windu tried to push forward with his signature Vaapad, the raider spun and struck from an angle that Windu hadn't predicted. The blow didn't land, but it was close enough to force him to reconsider.
'This is no ordinary mercenary,' Windu thought, his gaze narrowing as he observed the raider's movements. 'And that block, very few can read my strikes like that. Whoever this is, they've been trained by someone formidable and they are not novices.'
As the fight continued, Windu's strikes grew faster and more precise. He aimed for weak points in the raider's defenses, trying to expose any flaws. Yet each time, the raider adapted to his Vaapad countering it efectively, his movements growing more fluid and unpredictable. Windu tried to feel him by Force and he could feel the faint echoes of the Force in the raider's presence, subtle, almost imperceptible, but undeniable. But the presence was too low. 'I will think about it later.' he thought
He switched tactics, testing the raider with feints and unexpected angles. One such feint caught the raider off guard, forcing him to backpedal to avoid a grazing strike. Yet, even as he stumbled, the raider managed to recover, countering with a wide swing that Windu barely deflected.
The longer they fought, the more Windu realized that the raiders weren't here to kill or raid. They were methodical in their attacks, enough to create chaos, but not enough to cause irreparable harm. It was a distraction, and a clever one at that.
'They don't want to win,' Windu realized, his brow furrowing. 'They want to keep us busy.' He thought as he saw his opponent throwing thumbs up at him and jumping in smoke.
Around him, the temple's defenders were locked in similar skirmishes. Jedi Knights engaged the raiders in hand-to-hand combat, their lightsabers humming as they deflected blaster bolts and disarmed attackers. Padawans fought bravely, their movements less refined but no less determined. Yet despite the chaos, there were remarkably few injuries among the Jedi.
Windu noticed one raider grappling with a young Padawan. The Padawan, a Twi'lek girl with a green-bladed lightsaber, struggled to maintain her footing as the raider pressed forward with surprising strength. Windu moved swiftly, closing the distance in a heartbeat. With a single, precise strike, he disarmed the raider, sending their weapon clattering to the ground. The raider hesitated for a fraction of a second before retreating into the smoke.
"Master Windu!" the Padawan exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly. "Thank you."
Windu nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Stay focused. Protect those who cannot defend themselves."
Despite their apparent strength and coordination, the raiders began to falter suddenly. Their movements grew more erratic, their attacks less focused. Windu could sense their resolve weakening or was it?, and it became clear that their objective was nearly complete.
One raider, wielding a crude blaster, fired a few parting shots before disappearing into a side corridor. Another, who had been grappling with a Jedi Knight, broke away and vanished into the smoke. It was a coordinated retreat, each raider covering the others as they withdrew.
He noticed all other raiders disengaging and slowly falling back.
Windu's gaze followed the masked figure he had been fighting as he looked at his retreating comrade. Once all of them retreated he followed them as well but then he paused at the edge of the corridor, glancing back for a brief moment. His black eyes met Windu's, and for an instant, Windu thought he saw something, an emotion, a message, or perhaps a challenge. Then, without a word, the raider turned and disappeared into the shadows.
As the last of the raiders vanished, Master Shaak Ti appeared from an adjoining corridor, her presence as composed and commanding as ever. Her lightsaber remained unignited, but her sharp eyes scanned the area, taking in the aftermath of the skirmish.
"Mace," she said, her voice calm but laced with urgency. "What happened here?"
Windu deactivated his lightsaber, his expression thoughtful. "A distraction," he said simply. "They weren't here to harm us, they wanted to keep us occupied."
Shaak Ti nodded, her brow furrowing. "And they succeeded. The temple is secure, but I fear we've missed something."
Windu crossed his arms, his gaze lingering on the corridor where the raiders had fled. "Whoever they were, they were skilled. Trained to Fight even Masters maybe I'm thinking too much, perhaps, but not uncoordinated. One of them, " he paused, recalling the strange familiarity of the masked figure's movements, ", was... different."
Shaak Ti tilted her head. "Different how?"
Windu shook his head. "Their reflexes. Their instincts. They blocked my attacks in ways that very few can. It wasn't luck, it was deliberate. Calculated."
Shaak Ti's expression grew more serious. "We need answers, Mace. Whoever orchestrated this attack is bold enough to challenge the Jedi Temple itself."
Windu, however, couldn't shake the lingering unease. He had fought countless opponents in his lifetime, trained soldiers, skilled assassins, even Sith. But something about this encounter felt... different. The raiders had been skilled enough to hold their own against the Jedi, yet they hadn't pressed their advantage. Their goal had never been victory, it had been distraction.
'Whoever you are,' he thought about the raider he fought with, his jaw tightening, 'you've made a grave mistake coming here.'
TBC.
Well, here's the seventh chapter! I know many of you were hoping for a continuation of the Anakin storyline and might feel a bit disappointed hehe(cruel smirk), but hang in there. What do you think of Naruto's controlled chaos at the temple?
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