Here's the ninth chapter! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and comments.

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Author's Note at the End:

Date: 25 December 2024

Chapter 9: Conclusion?

Mos Espa, Tatooine

The streets of Mos Espa buzzed with life as merchants hawked their wares and children darted between the market stalls. The oppressive heat of Tatooine's suns bore down on the scene, but the people of the desert planet had long grown accustomed to its relentless embrace. However, the vibrant energy of the bustling market began to waver as an unusual tension filled the air.

Anakin Skywalker stood in the center of the square, his blue lightsaber humming with an ominous tone. His frustration was evident, his chest heaving as his grip on the hilt tightened. The Force swirled chaotically around him, amplifying his anger and creating an oppressive atmosphere that even the untrained could sense.

Across from him, Gaara stood calm and resolute, his expression unreadable. Behind him, Kakashi, Guy, and Itachi watched the scene unfold, their postures relaxed yet ready. They exchanged brief glances, silently assessing the volatile situation.

Anakin's blue blade hummed in the scorching air, its glow reflecting in the eyes of the gathered crowd, now watching with bated breath from the safety of doorways and shaded alleys. The Jedi Padawan's frustration boiled over, and the Force swirled chaotically around him, amplifying his every movement. He raised his lightsaber in a determined stance, ready to charge once more.

Gaara stepped forward, his calm and deliberate movements a stark contrast to Anakin's reckless energy. He raised a hand slightly, signaling his comrades to hold back.

"Enough," Gaara said, his voice low and steady. The sand beneath his feet shifted slightly, responding to his presence. "This charade has gone long enough, stop now, before this gets worse. I won't be as playful as my comrades."

Anakin's eyes narrowed, his grip on his lightsaber tightening further. "I don't care what tricks you have," he spat. "Get out of my way!"

Gaara tilted his head slightly, letting out a soft sigh. "Stubborn," he muttered, shaking his head. "So be it." The sand at his feet shifted slightly, responding to his presence as if waiting for his command.

Anakin charged, his lightsaber cutting through the air in a brilliant arc aimed directly at Gaara. The blade's glow cast long shadows across the sandy ground as it descended with deadly precision.

Gaara raised his hand in response, and the sand beneath them exploded upward in a swirling vortex. Anakin's eyes widened in shock as the coarse grains surged toward him like a living wave, blocking his strike mid-swing. The sand moved with unnatural precision, forming a barrier that absorbed the lightsaber's energy and reformed instantly, leaving Anakin's blade ineffective.

"What the, ?!" Anakin stumbled back, slashing at the sand with desperate swings. Each strike was met with the same result, the sand reformed as quickly as he could cut through it, surrounding him like a predator closing in on its prey.

Gaara's expression didn't waver. With a subtle motion of his hand, the sand coiled around Anakin's legs, rooting him in place. The crowd watched in awe and fear as the sand wrapped around Anakin's legs, immobilizing him. He struggled, trying to free himself with the Force, but the sand responded with equal ferocity, tightening its grip on his limbs..

Gaara stepped closer, his expression impassive. With a subtle wave of his hand, the sand coiled around Anakin's arms, forcing him to drop his lightsaber. The weapon deactivated as it hit the ground, its hilt sinking into the sand.

"Release me!" Anakin shouted, his voice strained as the pressure increased. The sand constricted around his chest, his ribs creaking under the force. His breathing grew labored, and a flicker of panic crossed his face.

Gaara's voice was cold and unyielding. "Your arrogance blinds you. You can't win this."

The pressure increased, and Anakin's struggles weakened. Just as the crushing force became unbearable, a shadow darted forward.

With precise speed, Itachi appeared at Anakin's side. His hand shot out, delivering a calculated chop to the back of Anakin's exposed neck. The Padawan's body went limp, his head slumping forward as unconsciousness claimed him.

"You really need to control yourself, Gaara," Itachi said, straightening as he glanced at the immobilized figure. "You could've crushed him to death."

Gaara tilted his head slightly, his expression indifferent. "It was effective."

Itachi's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press further. "Effective or not, you need to be careful. We're not trying to kill him."

Guy strode forward,his eagerness slightly tempered by the situation. "Well, I guess that's one way to end a fight!" he said, his grin returning as he bent down to hoist Anakin's unconscious body over his shoulder. "Big guy for a Jedi."

Kakashi knelt beside the fallen Padawan, carefully picking up the lightsaber hilt buried in the sand. He examined it briefly, his visible eye narrowing in thought. "Blue blade," he muttered. "So, definitely a Jedi. This could get complicated. I hope we don't have any more complications."

He reached into his pouch, pulling out a pair of energy restraints. With practiced ease, he clasped them around Anakin's wrists, ensuring he wouldn't cause any trouble when he woke. "Let's not take chances," Kakashi said, placing the lightsaber into a small, sealed container alongside several hidden weapons they had retrieved from Anakin's belt. "No toys for him until we figure this out."

As the clones secured Anakin, the onlookers began to emerge cautiously from their hiding places. Whispers rippled through the crowd, growing louder as more people gathered.

"Did you see that?" one merchant said, his voice filled with awe. "They stopped that violent man!"

"He was dangerous," another added, nodding fervently. "I felt it, the way the air vibrated. He could've killed someone!"

"They saved us," a child exclaimed, their wide eyes fixed on Guy, who now carried Anakin like a sack of grain. "The Fox Lord's people are amazing!"

The murmurs of fear transformed into cheers as the crowd realized the danger had passed. They began clapping and shouting words of gratitude, their voices echoing through the streets.

Gaara, Kakashi, Guy, and Itachi exchanged brief glances but said nothing. Their focus remained on the mission.

Gaara lingered for a moment as the others began walking toward the palace. His sharp eyes scanned the shop Anakin had emerged from, Watto's place. The Toydarian was still inside, his small figure trembling slightly as he peeked through the window.

"I'll check his ship," Gaara said, his voice calm but firm. "I want to know what he brought with him."

Kakashi nodded, his tone laced with mild humor. "Good idea. Knowing the Jedi, he might have a few surprises stashed away."

With that, Gaara turned and made his way toward the direction where Anakin's starfighter was docked. The others moved in the opposite direction, heading toward the palace with their unconscious captive in tow.

As they walked, the crowd parted before them, their cheers and applause following the group. Guy adjusted Anakin's weight on his shoulder, his cheerful demeanor unshaken. "Well, that was eventful," he said with a grin. "Think the boss will be impressed?"

Kakashi smirked. "Impressed or annoyed. Either way, we've got a story to tell."

Itachi remained silent, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. Though the fight had ended, the tension in the air hadn't entirely dissipated. He could still feel the weight of Anakin's Force presence, even in unconsciousness.

Naruto's Palace : Meeting room

Naruto sat at the head of the table, his long red cloak draped across his shoulders, the fox-faced mask resting on the table before him. His sharp blue eyes, however, remained fixed on the woman across from him. Several of his clones, their faces hidden behind identical fox masks, stood silently behind him, their imposing presence adding weight to the room's tense atmosphere.

Across from Naruto sat Senator Voe Atell, flanked by her attendant maidens and a pair of sleek, humanoid protocol droids. The senator's sharp features and elaborately adorned attire radiated sophistication, but her piercing gaze revealed the cunning ambition lurking beneath her polished exterior. The attendant stood quietly by her side, holding a datapad, her expression neutral but watchful. The droids flanked her, their chrome exteriors gleaming under the dim lighting of the chamber, a subtle hum emanating from their servos.

Behind Naruto, the masked clones stood like sentinels, their silent vigilance a reminder of the power that the Fox Lord commanded.

"Fox Lord," Voe Atell began, her voice smooth and deliberate, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Tatooine's recent changes have not gone unnoticed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems."

Naruto inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Senator Atell, Tatooine welcomes you. I trust your journey here was uneventful?"

Voe's lips curved into a faint smile. "Smooth, as always. Though the state of the galaxy is anything but. The Separatists admire your efforts to establish order here, particularly your success in dismantling the Hutt syndicate."

Naruto leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp as he studied her. "Order is necessary for survival, especially in a place like Tatooine."

The senator nodded, her tone shifting slightly. "And yet, survival is best achieved with allies. The Separatists are prepared to offer you support, economic aid, military assistance, trade routes. All in exchange for your cooperation."

Naruto was about to respond when a faint, familiar sensation rippled through his mind. He froze for a split second, his sharp instincts processing the influx of memories from one of his clone's clone, more specifically Itachi's clone. The capture of a Jedi.

Naruto's fingers drummed lightly on the table, his outward composure unbroken, though his mind raced. The captured man was Force-sensitive, his raw power evident in the memories. But the man's identity remained unknown, just another piece of the galaxy's vast puzzle. 'He must be really important for them to send a team to retrieve him', Naruto thought, his mind flashing to fragmented memories of his own desperate pursuit during the Sasuke retrieval mission.

"Something on your mind, Lord Naruto?" Senator Atell asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Naruto's attention snapped back to her, and a faint, almost mischievous smile played on his lips. "Apologies, Senator. I was thinking something."

Before Voe could press him further, a faint beep echoed through the chamber. One of her attendants whispered in her ear, and her expression shifted slightly.

"Interesting, indeed," she said, leaning forward. "It seems the Republic has sent a ship to Tatooine. Are you already in talks with them? Or is there something you'd like to share, Fox Lord?"

Naruto chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I have no current plans to stand with anyone, Senator. Tatooine's Neutrality is paramount, We've just got free from Hutts and we require time to stand on our feet. As for the Republic ship, they're here on... personal business. Apparently, one of their wayward soldiers decided to pay my planet a visit."

Voe's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigue flickering across her face. "A wayward soldier, you say? And they sent a ship to retrieve this individual? Fascinating."

Naruto's smile didn't waver, but his tone grew firmer. "It's of no consequence to you or the Confederacy, Senator. This soldier is not my concern, only their behavior on my planet. My focus remains on Tatooine."

Voe Atell tilted her head, her gaze calculating. "You're an enigmatic one, Fox Lord. Surely, though, you can see the benefits of aligning with the Confederacy. The Republic's bureaucracy is choking the galaxy, while we offer freedom and autonomy to those willing to take a stand."

Naruto met her gaze evenly. "Freedom and autonomy, Senator? Or replacing one chain with another? Tatooine has endured enough masters. It will not endure another. But We are open for trades and other things"

The senator leaned back slightly, a hint of frustration flickering across her face. "And yet, no one thrives alone. Even as mighty you may be, You too must recognize the importance of allies."

"I do," Naruto replied smoothly, his voice calm but resolute. "Which is why I will choose them carefully. Tatooine doesn't need war and what could this small planet even offer you all, as I said earlier we are still recovering."

For a moment, the two locked eyes, the room heavy with unspoken tension. Then Voe's lips curved into a faint smile. "Very well. I appreciate your candor, Fox Lord. But do consider our offer. The Confederacy rewards its friends generously. And Ofcourse we will open to trade with you to help this planet"

Naruto inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "I'll keep that in mind."

As the senator continued to speak of trade routes and resources, Naruto's mind remained partially focused on the memory of the Jedi's capture. His clones were efficient, and he trusted them to handle the situation, but the arrival of a Republic ship only added to the complexity of the day's events.

'This is going to be... interesting. I'll learn more about the Jedi now. Hopefully, Jiraiya keeps doing what he's doing in Coruscant,' he thought.

Lars homestead, Tatooine

Shmi Skywalker sat in the modest sitting room of the Lars homestead, a weathered yet sturdy structure nestled in the arid sands of Tatooine's vast desert. The home was designed to withstand the relentless heat of the twin suns, with sunken rooms carved into the ground to offer respite from the scorching climate. It wasn't luxurious, but it was home.

Outside, one of Naruto's clones, disguised in his fox-faced mask and long crimson cloak, stood guard. The silent figure leaned casually against the outer wall, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for any potential threats.

Inside, Shmi and Cliegg Lars were seated at the simple wooden table, sharing a quiet moment. The past few months had been a whirlwind of change. Cliegg, ever the stubborn man, had declined Naruto's offer to move into the newly refurbished palace in Mos Espa. Despite the Fox Lord's assurance of a better life and occupation, Cliegg had insisted on staying at the moisture farm. It was his home, his livelihood, and his way of holding onto a piece of the life he'd built.

"You know, Naruto meant well," Shmi said gently, her hands wrapped around a warm drink. "He's not trying to take away your independence, Cliegg. He respects what you've built here."

Cliegg scoffed, his gruff voice tinged with both irritation and admiration. "The boy means well, I'll give him that. But I'm too old to go playing palace guard or whatever it is he wants me to do. This farm is where I belong."

Shmi smiled faintly. "He offered more than that, Cliegg. Tatooine could use men like you, experienced, hardworking. You could help guide others as this planet changes."

Cliegg shook his head. "This desert isn't changing, Shmi. It's sand and rock, and those twin suns will keep beating down on it no matter what Naruto says or does."

Shmi's gaze softened as she thought of Naruto's ambitious plans for Tatooine. "He has a vision, Cliegg. I've seen him do things that defy explanation. Controlling the sands, summoning winds, even producing water from thin air, though it exhausts him because of how dry this planet is. I believe in him."

Cliegg scoffed, still not believing, shaking his head. "Water from thin air, huh? Maybe he'll next Bring down storms as well."

As their conversation continued, Shmi felt again a sudden, familiar sensation stir within her. Her heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest that she hadn't felt in years. It was faint, but unmistakable, like the echo of a melody she hadn't heard in a long time. She had been feeling this sensation from time to time for the last day or so.

"Shmi?" Cliegg's voice drew her back to the present. "You alright?"

She blinked, shaking off the feeling with a smile. "I'm fine," she said softly, though her mind lingered on the sensation.

She forced herself to focus, returning to their conversation. "Cliegg, just promise me you'll consider Naruto's offer. If not for yourself, then for Owen. He could use a brighter future."

Cliegg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll think about it."

The moment was interrupted by the sharp chime of her communicator, a device she'd grown accustomed to using thanks to Naruto's influence. She pulled it from her pocket, the small, handheld device flickering to life with a faint blue holographic glow. The screen displayed a familiar name: Watto.

"Watto?" Shmi answered, her voice tinged with surprise. "Is something wrong?"

The Toydarian's holographic image appeared, his wings fluttering nervously. "Shmi! You're not gonna believe this. Anakin's here!"

Shmi froze, her breath catching in her throat. "Anakin?" she whispered, her eyes widening. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Watto exclaimed. "He came into my shop, asked about you. Then he got into a fight, Fox Lord's people caught him. They took him!"

Shmi's heart clenched, a flood of emotions washing over her. Relief, worry, and a deep, overwhelming longing. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched the communicator. "He's here," she whispered, barely able to speak. "He's here."

Cliegg leaned forward, his expression concerned. "What's going on, Shmi? Who's here?"

Shmi looked at him, her tears spilling over as a faint, trembling smile broke across her face. "Anakin. My son. He's here."

Cliegg's brows furrowed, a mix of surprise and caution flashing across his face. "What do you mean, he's here? After all these years? What's he doing?"

Shmi shook her head, trying to process the news. "Watto said he fought with Naruto's people. He must have been looking for me. Oh, Cliegg, I have to see him!"

Cliegg reached out, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "Shmi, wait. If Naruto's people have him, they'll make sure he's alright. You can't just go rushing into this. Let them handle it."

Shmi nodded reluctantly, her heart aching with both joy and fear. "I just... I never thought I'd see him again." Turning to the communicator she spoke. "Thank you, Watto. Thank you for telling me."

As the call ended, Shmi wiped her tears, her resolve hardening. She looked at Cliegg, her gaze steady despite the emotions swirling within her. "I need to speak to Naruto. He'll understand."

Cliegg sighed, knowing there was no stopping her when her mind was made up. "Ok Let me come with you."

Shmi nodded, standing from the table. Outside, the clone guard straightened as she emerged, her expression resolute. She would find a way to see her son, and she needed to make sure her other son didn't treat him too roughly.

Coruscant, The Senate

The vast chambers of the Galactic Senate buzzed with activity, a chaotic cacophony of voices as senators from across the galaxy debated the shocking news. The Jedi Temple, a symbol of peace and security, had been breached. The details were murky, rumors of mercenaries or an unknown army flooded the halls, each more sensational than the last. Though no major damage was reported, the implications of such an attack reverberated through the galaxy's political core.

In response to the breach, an immediate emergency session had been convened with all available senators summoned to the Senate building. The news had sent shockwaves through the Republic, prompting immediate calls for answers and accountability. The normally meticulous schedule of Senate proceedings had been cast aside as urgency took precedence.

The session was hastily organized, with the Supreme Chancellor and key representatives addressing the gathered senators. However, with many of the Republic's representatives scattered across the galaxy, it was agreed that another session would be held in a few days to include those unable to attend. The delay only added to the tension in the room, as speculation and fear filled the void left by unanswered questions.

From the central pod, Senator Ask Aak of Malastare raised his voice, his tone filled with alarm. "The Jedi Temple, the heart of our Republic's defense, has been infiltrated! If such a sacred place can be breached, what hope do the rest of us have? We must demand answers!"

Across the chamber, Senator Meena Tills of Mon Cala countered, her voice calm but firm. "While the attack is troubling, let us not jump to conclusions. The Jedi have always been resilient, and their security measures are unparalleled. We must wait for their report before casting blame."

The loud, gruff voice of Senator Taa of Ryloth boomed over the chatter. "Waiting is a luxury we cannot afford! This breach is a clear sign of weakness! The Jedi must answer for this failure. How can they claim to protect the Republic when they cannot protect themselves?"

The chamber erupted again as factions bickered, some calling for immediate action while others urged caution. The noise grew deafening as pod after pod rose to voice their concerns, each senator adding fuel to the fire.

From her pod, Senator Padmé Amidala sat in stunned silence, her brow furrowed as she listened to the escalating debate. The news had been shocking, an attack on the Jedi Temple. She had heard of minor skirmishes before, but this was unprecedented.

Her aide, Dormé, leaned closer. "Senator, do you believe the reports? Mercenaries attacking the Temple, it seems almost impossible."

Padmé shook her head, her thoughts racing. "Impossible, perhaps, but it happened. Whoever orchestrated this knew exactly what they were doing. Even if they failed to cause major damage, the message is clear: the Jedi are vulnerable."

Her mind wandered to Anakin. She had heard nothing from him since he left for his mission with Obi-Wan. Was he safe? Had he been in the Temple during the attack? The thought sent a chill down her spine.

"This breach is a failure of security," a senator's voice echoed through the chamber, bringing her back to the present. Padmé took a deep breath, steeling herself. She pressed a button on her console, her pod gliding into the center of the chamber.

"Fellow senators," she began, her voice cutting through the noise. The chamber quieted slightly as her calm, measured tone commanded attention. "While this attack is troubling, let us not forget that panic will only serve to weaken the Republic further. The Jedi have protected us for generations. Let us place our trust in them to uncover the truth and ensure this does not happen again."

Her words were met with a mix of nods and skeptical glances. Padmé knew she wasn't convincing everyone, but her focus remained on maintaining stability in the face of uncertainty.

Palpatine's office, Coruscant

In his dimly lit office overlooking Coruscant, Chancellor Palpatine sat alone, his hands folded as he gazed out at the cityscape. The news of the Jedi Temple breach had reached him hours ago, and while his face betrayed no emotion, his mind was anything but calm.

The Jedi Temple was not an easy target. Its defenses, both physical and metaphysical, were formidable. Whoever had orchestrated the attack possessed a deep understanding of strategy, and perhaps the Jedi themselves.

Palpatine leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes narrowing. Mercenaries? Raiders? No, this was more than that. The precision of the attack, the ability to cause chaos without inflicting significant harm, spoke of someone testing the Jedi's limits.

"Curious," he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Someone bold enough to challenge the Jedi, yet restrained enough to avoid open confrontation. A tactician, perhaps... or something more."

His thoughts drifted to the possibility of a new player entering the galactic stage. If this mysterious force could be controlled, they could serve as a valuable tool in his greater plans. But if they were independent... they could be a threat.

Palpatine's intercom buzzed, interrupting his musings. Mas Amedda's voice crackled through the speaker. "Chancellor, the Senate is in disarray. Several factions are calling for immediate action."

Palpatine smiled faintly, his expression calm as he replied. "Let them argue, Mas Amedda. Their panic will only strengthen our position. Ensure that the Jedi provide their report swiftly. We must appear unified, even if we are not."

"Yes, Chancellor," came the reply.

As the intercom fell silent, Palpatine returned to his thoughts. Whoever you are, I will find you, he thought, his smile widening. And when I do, you will serve the Dark Side... or be destroyed.

Depths of the Jedi Temple

Jiraiya, in the guise of a nondescript Jedi Knight, strolled through the Jedi Temple's hallowed corridors with casual strides. His disguise was flawless, simple brown robes draped over his muscular frame, a hood casting a shadow over his features. His usual jovial grin was tempered, replaced by the calm and composed demeanor of a seasoned Jedi. The Force-suppressing cloak he'd acquired earlier from the Coruscant black market was wrapped tightly around him, dulling his presence to the point where he was no different from the thousands of other Jedi who walked these halls.

His destination: the Jedi Archives.

The Temple's architecture was breathtaking, a fusion of ancient tradition and advanced engineering. Towering spires reached toward the Coruscant skyline, while within, intricate carvings adorned the walls, depicting the history of the Jedi Order. Fountains of clear water bubbled softly in alcoves, their sound blending harmoniously with the faint hum of energy fields and the distant whispers of Padawans studying in quiet corners.

Jiraiya walked with deliberate purpose, his keen eyes absorbing every detail of the Jedi Temple around him. He passed training rooms where Padawans sparred with practice sabers under the watchful eyes of their masters, their movements sharp and precise. In another corridor, he caught glimpses of younglings seated in semicircles, listening intently as a Jedi Knight recounted tales of valor and the enduring legacy of the Order.

Despite the chaos he had orchestrated just a few hours earlier, the Temple had returned to a semblance of normalcy, or at least as normal as it could be. However, Jiraiya could still sense an increased presence of Jedi in the outer areas where his clones had created the diversion. Their Force signatures lingered, sharp and alert, a testament to their heightened vigilance.

'Efficient,' Jiraiya thought, smirking to himself. 'They clean up pretty fast, but I doubt they're completely at ease yet.'

As he continued to move through the Temple, his demeanor remained calm and unobtrusive, blending seamlessly into the ebb and flow of activity around him.

'This place is like a monastery on steroids,' he mused, his inner smirk threatening to betray his façade. 'If Boss could see this, he'd probably call it boring. But for me? It's a treasure trove.'

The Jedi Archives were as grand as Jiraiya had imagined. The entrance was marked by a massive archway, engraved with symbols of the Force and glowing faintly with a blue hue. Two Jedi sentinels stood guard, their expressions stoic as they scanned everyone who entered.

He had prepared for this. Using a technique of camouflage specially designed for infiltration, he blended seamlessly into the surroundings. The sentinels barely spared him a glance as he walked through the archway, his movements unremarkable and his presence undetectable well to those who were stationed here today.

'A little push here, a little nudge there,' Jiraiya thought with satisfaction. 'These Jedi might be powerful, but even they have their blind spots.'

He deactivated his jutsu as he neutered inside. The interior of the Archives was a cavernous hall filled with towering shelves, each lined with glowing data tablets and physical tomes. In the center of the room, a holographic map of the galaxy rotated slowly, casting soft light across the polished floor. Jedi of all ranks moved quietly among the shelves, their footsteps muffled on the carpeted walkways.

But what drew Jiraiya's attention most was the section cordoned off to one side, accessible only through a large circular door. Above the door, an inscription read, Holocron Vault.

Jiraiya's grin widened as he approached the vault. He had heard of holocrons in his earlier research, a treasure trove of Jedi knowledge and secrets, stored in crystalline cubes. They contained the teachings of ancient masters, battle tactics, and, most intriguing to him, their understanding of the Force or chakra.

The vault door shimmered with a faint energy field, a security measure that would stop any unauthorized access. Jiraiya examined it briefly, pretending to search for a specific text nearby. A Jedi Knight passed by, nodding politely at him, and he returned the gesture, keeping his demeanor calm.

'Let's see,' he thought, scanning the door's mechanisms. 'This looks complicated, but nothing like a good challenge.'

TBC.

Well, here's the Ninth chapter! What should happen next?

I would love to hear from you. Do review .

I've also created a Discord server, so feel free to join me for discussions and sharing ideas.

Thank you all for your comments and reviews

Discord server invite code : K5fx5sz84E