"The first step to correcting a mistake is patience."
Chapter IX: Progression.
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long, odd shadows across the school courtyard where the confrontation had taken place the previous evening. Katsuki Bakugo sat on a bench, the remnants of his anger still simmering just beneath the surface. His body ached from the fight, and a bruise darkened the side of his face where Izuku's power had struck him.
Earlier, he had reached out to the first two extras and managed to convince them to keep quiet about what had happened with his intense glare and commanding presence. They swore, agreeing to follow his lead. But when he had tried to contact the red-winged fatso—Tsubasa—the situation took a dark turn. The damned extra didn't answer his calls, and no one had seen him since the night of the attack. Frustrated, he had confronted the lanky extra with the long fingers. It turned out the winged extra got a chance from some distant relative for a special experiment, one that was supposed to make him stronger, and left the city.
So, with all the loose ends tied up, Katsuki replayed the events in his mind, each memory a sharp jab at his pride.
He recalled the chaotic ambush, where he and the extras had caught Deku off guard. That scrawny idiot had been so arrogant, pretending he was just some quirkless loser, only to reveal he'd been hiding a Quirk all along. How dare he! Deku had claimed it was a rare, late-blooming ability, but he saw through the lies. The idiot had always acted like he was better than everyone else, and now he was flaunting his so-called "power" in their faces.
His rage had boiled over as the fight progressed. Deku, the same weakling he'd always despised, had become more aggressive. How dare he accuse him of making his life miserable! He was the one who had endured hardships, not the worthless bastard. It was always that bastard who was weak, who dragged everyone down, not the other way around. The thought of the arrogant loser, the useless burden, making excuses and playing the victim was infuriating.
Suddenly, the situation escalated. Deku's attacks grew more brutal, knocking out the extras. The pathetic excuse for a human being was throwing his weight around, thinking he was tough. His anger surged as he unleashed a torrent of raw, untamed power. He answered with an explosion that singed the edge of the worthless loser's pathetic braid, showing the worthless waste of space how insignificant he was.
He remembered how he insulted Deku, how his words were meant to hurt, to break the bastard down. And it worked. The sight of the loser's face, twisted in rage, only fueled his own anger. Then, the freak showed its true colors as he felt the ghostly grip of an invisible hand tightening around his throat, his vision darkening as he struggled for breath. The last thing he saw before blacking out being the look of pure satisfaction on Deku's eyes.
A flicker of fear rose in his chest, but Katsuki crushed it with a growl. "No," he muttered to himself, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "I'm not afraid of Deku! I'm not afraid of anyone!"
The way the worthless bastard had concealed his Quirk for so long, only to reveal it with such overwhelming power, twisted something in Katsuki's mind. It wasn't just that Deku had a powerful ability—what made him a threat was how he used it. From his perspective, the loser's power was something dark and unpredictable.
Katsuki stood up abruptly, his mind raced as he started to pace, his body tense with frustration. "I won't let that happen," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "I'm going to show everyone the ticking time bomb you really are, Deku. And then no one will doubt my superiority after this."
In that moment, something shifted in Katsuki's mind, a realization hit him with fierce clarity. His gaze hardened, a steely resolve taking shape in his chest. He was the strongest, the one who could overcome any obstacle and now he understood that his role extended beyond merely proving himself superior.
"You're my villain now, Deku. And I'm going to bring you down." He said as he punched a nearby tree, the impact jarring but satisfying. His resolve echoing in the silence that followed. "No matter how long it takes."
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Two years had passed since that fateful night in the alley when Hitoshi Shinso found Izuku Midoriya battered and broken after his brush with the dark side of the Force Now at fifteen, both boys had matured significantly, their appearances reflecting the growth they had undergone.
Izuku's appearance was a unique blend of tradition and modernity. He had grown taller, with the beginnings of a lean, muscular build from his constant training. His once boyish features were now sharper, showing the early signs of adolescence.
He wore a combination of traditional Padawan attire mixed with modern streetwear. His tunic, made of a dark green fabric, was reminiscent of the Jedi robes, yet tailored to be more practical and stylish. This was paired with a brown sash tied at his waist, black cargo pants and sturdy brown boots suitable for both training and everyday wear. His hair, still a wild mess of green curls, now held two distinct Padawan braids. One braid was singed and charred, a stark reminder of the darkness he had once touched. The other braid was new, pristine, symbolizing his commitment to balance and the lessons he had learned about controlling his emotions.
Hitoshi, on the other hand, had also grown taller, his dark purple hair had grown a bit longer and he now had to kept it out of his sharp, observant eyes. He preferred practical clothing, often seen in a simple black hoodie and jeans, blending into the background but ready for anything. Despite his often brooding demeanor, there was a warmth in his gaze when he was around Izuku, a testament to the strong bond they had forged.
The two teens sat comfortably in Izuku's living room, basking in the peaceful atmosphere that followed their meditation session. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the window, creating a serene environment that both boys had come to cherish. Meditation had become a regular part of their routine, something the brainwasher found particularly beneficial for honing his quirk by developing his mental acuity further.
Hitoshi stretched his legs out on the couch, his gaze shifting to Izuku with a curious expression. "So, Midoriya, have you had any trouble with Bakugou lately? I know things were pretty tense between you two before."
The green haired teen leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Actually, no. Kacchan has pretty much stopped bothering me. It seems like he has been focusing on his own stuff, maybe training harder or something. I haven't seen much of him, and when I do, he barely acknowledges me. Although, I always feel tension coming off him."
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. "That's surprising. I would have thought he'd keep up the pressure, especially after what happened two years ago."
Izuku shrugged. "I guess it's a good thing. It's been a lot less stressful without his constant provocations. Instead, he seems more focused on his own path. I suppose he's trying to become stronger in his own way."
The room was softly illuminated by the warm glow of a desk lamp, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. The ticking of a clock on the wall added a rhythmic background hum to their conversation.
Hitoshi nodded slowly. "It sounds like you're both on different journeys now. Speaking of journeys, how's that droid project coming along? I remember you were pretty excited about it."
His friend's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Oh, the droid! It's been quite a process." Izuku reached for a small holo projector on the coffee table—one that he had built with his master guidance and what was one of his great accomplishments—activated it, and a 3D image of the droid he was constructing appeared in the air between them. The detailed hologram displayed the droid's sleek design and complex internal mechanisms.
"I've been working on integrating advanced AI with a combat simulation program. The droid is designed to adapt and learn from every training session. It adjusts its tactics based on my performance—like, if I use a new technique, it'll start to counter it. The real challenge has been adjusting the energy matrix. It's a bit of a balancing act, trying to get the energy flow just right without overheating the core."
The image on the device shifted to an array of energy conduits and power flows, intricately mapped oy in vibrant colors.
Hitoshi's gaze shifted to a mixture of confusion and fascination as he observed the complex hologram "Wow, that's... uh, quite a sight. Energy matrix? You're talking about..."
Izuku continued, his excitement palpable. "Yeah! So, I've got this custom energy matrix that needs to be finely tuned. It's all about optimizing the power output for the droid's AI algorithms."
As he spoke, the holo projector began to display images of the energy matrix in various states of adjustment, showcasing intricate diagrams and fluctuating energy flows. "And then there's the combat simulation aspect—where I program the droid to adapt in real-time based on the different training scenarios. For example, if I practice a new fighting technique, the droid learns from it and adjusts its response. It's a bit like trying to teach a robot to think like a strategist."
Hitoshi's gaze became increasingly bewildered as the hologram shifted rapidly, presenting code lines, images of scenarios and various numbers. He struggled to keep up, his eyes darting between the device and Izuku's animated explanation. "Uh, that's... a lot to take in. Energy matrix, combat simulation... I'm not sure I'm following all of this."
In the background, the Force ghosts observed the scene with varying degrees of confusion. Obi-Wan and Yoda exchanged puzzled looks, their brows furrowed in concentration as they tried to make sense of the technical details. Leia, on the other hand, looked thoroughly lost, her expression one of concern and mild frustration.
Her brow furrowed as she whispered to Obi-Wan. "I have to admit, I'm not sure I understand any of this. It's like trying to follow a conversation in another language."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, his voice low. "Indeed. The concepts are quite advanced. I can see why Izuku's explanation might be overwhelming."
Anakin, however, appeared focused and composed. He began mentally formulating solutions and clarifications to help Izuku convey his ideas more clearly. "Maybe you should break it down into simpler parts, Sparky. Start with the basics of the energy matrix and then move on to how it integrates with the droid's learning algorithms."
Luke shrugged his shoulders not even trying to follow the complex explanations. "At least dad is having fun."
The green haired teen noticed Hitoshi's confounded expression and rubbed the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Sorry about that, Shinso. I guess I got a bit carried away with all the technical stuff." He paused, his smile sheepish. "In summary, I still have a lot of work to do.
Hitoshi's confusion began to fade as he saw the genuine, slightly embarrassed smile on Izuku's face. His eyes softened, and he let out a light laugh, shaking his head. "No worries, Midoriya. I appreciate you explaining it, even if it's a bit over my head. It's impressive to see how dedicated you are to this project."
The conversation shifted as they continued to chat, discussing their plans for the future and sharing stories from their school days. They spoke about their hopes for the upcoming school year—their first in high school—, their aspirations, and even the little everyday moments that made life interesting. The evening grew darker, the warm glow of the setting sun fading as the stars began to appear.
As Hitoshi prepared to leave, Izuku felt a surge of appreciation for their friendship. He reflected on how much Hitoshi's support had meant to him over the years, and how their shared experiences had strengthened their bond.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Anakin and Obi-Wan materialized inside the dimly lit warehouse, their ethereal forms casting a faint glow that contrasted with the surrounding shadows. The vast, abandoned space was cluttered with Izuku's mechanical projects—a diverse mix of parts, tools, and half-finished inventions. The air hummed with the quiet buzz of machinery.
His master's gaze swept across the room, landing on a particularly intricate contraption—an elaborate device with numerous gears, wires, and blinking lights. He raised an eyebrow, his spectral eyes reflecting the machine's glow.
"Sparky, is that the prototype I jokingly suggested for a 'portable Force amplifier'?" Anakin remarked with a wry smile, his voice tinged with amusement. "I didn't think you'd actually build it."
The teen who was busy calibrating a targeting system on a nearby workbench, looked up with a sheepish grin. "You never know until you try, master. I thought it might be useful for training, so I gave it a shot."
Obi-Wan watched the exchange with amusement. "Well, well. I see Anakin's knack for creative problem-solving has been passed down. It's almost poetic to see you dealing with the same kind of inventive genius that once drove me mad." He said, nostalgia in his voice.
The chosen one of the Force rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "I'm just glad you're having as much fun with this as I did with you. You know, Obi-Wan, I always told you that you'd miss me when I was gone."
Then, the other Force ghosts arrived at the scene and began to explore the warehouse. Luke's eyes were drawn to a mechanical projectile launcher mounted on one wall —an older model he presumed—inspecting their design with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Leia, on the other hand, studied a different project—the prototype of the small holo projector—marveling at its delicate design.
Yoda stood silently for a moment, his presence commanding respect and obedience. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail of Izuku's work. "Creative, your methods are. Show us, you will, how your training has advanced."
The teen nodded eagerly and led them to the center of the warehouse, where a set of machines was ready for action. With a few adjustments, he set the machines to launch a series of small, fast-moving projectiles into the air. The projectiles whizzed through the air, their speed and trajectory varying unpredictably.
As the first projectiles shot forth, the padawan closed his eyes for a moment, focusing deeply. The Force flowed around him, a tangible energy that heightened his senses and sharpened his reflexes. He felt a profound connection, as if he were one with the air and the projectiles. With precise movements, he began to intercept the projectiles with effortless grace. Each one was either pushed or redirected in a controlled manner. His movements were fluid and confident, demonstrating a profound connection with the Force.
The Force ghosts watched in awe. Anakin's eyes widened slightly as Izuku deflected a particularly fast-moving projectile with a strong force push. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. Leia's eyes sparkled with admiration as she observed Izuku's precision and control. "Remarkable," she said, nodding appreciatively. "Not a single one has managed to hit him. His skill is truly something to behold."
"He's taken what I taught him and elevated it to a whole new level." Anakin said, as he folded his arms, a proud smile on his face. "It's incredible to see how he's applied the training, blending it with his own ingenuity. I guess my training really paid off."
His son rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Always the proud one, aren't you, Dad? But you have to admit, he's definitely got your flair for the dramatic and showing off. It's like watching a younger version of you, only with more finesse."
The Force whirled around Yoda, his eyes narrowed with approval as he watched Izuku's performance. The ancient Jedi Master stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Enough, it is. Seen enough, we have," he declared, his voice resonating with authority.
Izuku stopped, lowering his hands as the last of the projectiles fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, the intense focus slowly fading from his expression. "Thank you, Master Yoda," he said, bowing respectfully.
Luke watched with a serene smile as the padawan completed his demonstration. "Impressive, young one. Your connection with the Force grows stronger each day," he complimented, his eyes reflecting his satisfaction.
Leia, standing beside him, added with genuine admiration, "Your precision and control are remarkable, Izuku. You've come a long way." Her gaze was warm, and her eyes shone with pride, clearly impressed by Izuku's progress.
The teen's heart fluttered as he heard both his big siblings' ethereal figures complementing him. He gazed to his master and saw him folding his arms with a proud smile, nodding in agreement. His expression conveying deep satisfaction at Izuku's achievements.
Izuku's gaze drifted to the machines that lined the walls of the warehouse. Despite the praise he received his brow furrowed slightly as he contemplated his next steps. The internal struggle to push his limits was evident, his mind racing with thoughts of further improvement.
"You're already thinking about what comes next, aren't you?" Luke observed, stepping forward with a knowing look. "That's good, but don't forget to appreciate how far you've come."
Yoda, keenly perceptive, noticed Izuku's distraction. His ancient eyes, filled with wisdom accumulated over centuries, studied Izuku's demeanor. The Force Master stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Hmmm... distracted, you are. The journey long and arduous, it is. Alone, progress slow. But with companions, far you will go. Consider this, you should."
The teen padawan listened intently, feeling the weight of Yoda's words pressing upon him. He reflected deeply, recognizing the truth in the grandmaster's advice. "I understand, Master Yoda, Master Luke. I've been so focused on improving that I forgot the importance of having others by my side."
"Master Yoda is right, Izuku," Obi-Wan added with a reassuring tone. "Even the greatest Jedi needed allies. Don't be afraid to seek out others who can help you on this journey."
The atmosphere in the warehouse was electric with the energy of the recent demonstration. The air buzzed with the lingering presence of the Force, and the expressions on the faces of the Force ghosts reflected a mixture of pride and contemplation. Obi-Wan wore a serene smile, Leia looked thoughtful yet proud, Anakin's pride was evident, and Luke's eyes radiated encouragement.
Izuku remained silent for a moment, reflecting on the profound words of his masters. His gaze wandered around the room, taking in the advice given and considering his next steps.
Suddenly, He felt a sharp shift in the Force. A distinct energy approached rapidly, drawing his attention. He noticed a small spy robot at the door, its mechanical eyes scanning the interior with curiosity going straight for Izuku's machines, ignoring the boy completely.
The Padawan moved swiftly toward the door, his curiosity piqued. As he reached it, a figure tackled him from the side, and they both fell to the ground. Izuku found himself underneath the unknown figure, which he could tell was a girl from what he accidentally touched.
His master chuckled, his voice filled with amusement as he leaned back with a smug grin. "Well, well, Sparky. Making friends in interesting ways, I see."
Obi-Wan sighed deeply, covering his face with a hand in embarrassment.
But Anakin couldn't resist teasing. "Ah, to be young again. This reminds me of the times when Padmé and I were alone at her apartment and had some rather intense negotiations."
Luke's ethereal face flushed a purplish hue, his eyes betraying discomfort as he clearly didn't want to hear about his parents' 'playful' moments. Leia, having shared the same thought as her brother and taking charge as the decisive sibling stepped forward and smacked her father on the head. "Enough, Dad. Focus on the situation at hand."
The atmosphere shifted from one of reflection to lighthearted chaos as the scene unfolded. Izuku, still on the ground with the girl, glanced around, questioning the Force with a mixture of surprise and frustration. "Why didn't you warn me about this?" he thought, feeling a subtle reply from the Force.
"And ruin my fun? Besides, you have to learn to perceive your surroundings on your own."
The padawan feeling the weight of the girl who had tackled him pressing down on him, scolded himself. "Stupid, stupid!" Then, with a hint of concern, he asked, "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
The figure above him shifted and then stood up, revealing a young girl with a confident stance and energetic demeanor that were immediately apparent. She had striking, cross-shaped, large expressive eyes that sparkled with boundless curiosity. Her lively presence matching her vibrant, wild, and spiky pink hair. Her outfit being one inventive and eccentric that included a utility belt trimming with gadgets.
She brushed herself off and extended a hand to Izuku. "Hi! I'm Mei Hatsume, future CEO of Hatsume Industries. Do you want to make babies with me?" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
Izuku's face turned a deep red, looking as if he were about to burst into flames. He stammered, unable to form coherent words. Behind him, Anakin fell to the ground, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh, this is priceless!" he gasped between fits of laughter. "Sparky, you sure know how to pick them!"
Obi-Wan and Luke exchanged looks of surprise and mild embarrassment. Obi-Wan's face, usually so composed, was now flushed with a mix of shock and mortification. His hand covered his face, as if trying to hide from the situation. Luke, having more experience that the old master, couldn't help to feel a vivid flush rise to his cheeks. His eyes widened, reflecting both his surprise and sympathy for Izuku. His awkwardness was palpable, as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to process Mei's bold introduction.
Yoda chuckled softly, his ancient eyes twinkling with amusement. "Enthusiastic, the youth are."
Leia, stepping forward with a wry smile, observed Mei with a mixture of curiosity and fondness. She saw in Mei's relentless optimism a spark of determination that reminded her of her own youthful drive. "Oh, my. I like this girl. Though, I must say, this sort of talk should come much later, not right when you meet someone," Leia commented, her tone both amused and mildly exasperated.
The pink haired teenager, completely absorbed in her excitement, continued. "If you want, we can start right now. Just make sure you call me Mei, okay."
Anakin's laughter roared on, his amusement unabated. "Oh my god, I can't. I can't!" he managed between bursts of laughter.
Mei seemed oblivious to Izuku's flustered state as she began circling one of his modified machines. Her eyes, filled with wonder, examined every detail of the intricate machinery. Her fascination with the "babies" was evident, her gestures animated and enthusiastic.
Izuku, now in a state of utter panic, screamed mentally for help through his mental bond with his masters. "Help! Someone, please!"
The first thing he heard was his master raucous snickers, followed by Leia's tone of reassurance. "Breathe and just be yourself as always." she encouraged, her voice calm and steady.
Luke, with a deadpan expression that managed to convey his feelings through the connection, commented, "Sis, that's the worst advice I've ever heard."
Izuku chose to ignore the smack of the Force that reverberated after Luke's comment and took a deep breath, managing to gather his composure. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you, Hatsume."
Mei continued to circle the machine, ignoring the green haired padawan. Her excitement uncontainable as she inspected it and made enthusiastic comments about the "baby." Izuku's face reddened again as he realized Mei was referring to her inventions as "babies." His previous assumptions seemed misguided, and he felt a wave of relief mixed with chagrin.
Luke, watching the scene unfold, muttered under his breath, "Maybe we should keep Dad away from Izuku's impressionable and pure mind."
Finally, Mei placed a finger on Izuku's chest, her expression resolute. "I'm decided. From now on, we'll make the best babies in the world."
Izuku sighed deeply, looking around the abandoned warehouse with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "What has my life become?"
"What is lost is often found."
Chapter X: Emptiness.
The living room was cozy and welcoming. Soft, warm lighting filled the room, illuminating its occupants. The furniture, though simple, was arranged in a way that made the room feel inviting and comfortable. It's coffee table—situated in the center of the room—was cluttered with video game controllers, a couple of empty soda cans, and scattered papers covered in sketches of various mechanical designs. In one corner, a small droid, partially assembled, sat on the table with tools neatly organized around it. The faint hum of its circuits filled the air as it awaited further adjustments.
Three teens were comfortably settled in the room. The buzz of video game effects and laughter filled the air. Two of them were deeply engrossed in their game, their faces lit up with excitement. The third, sitting nearby, was focused on her laptop, her fingers deftly navigating the keyboard as she made intricate adjustments to the code for a droid project.
In the kitchen, a woman observed them with a warm smile, her heart swelling with pride and affection. Seeing her son surrounded by friends who brought out his joy and enthusiasm was a sight she cherished. The home felt more alive than it had in years.
That woman was Inko Midoriya. Her appearance had undergone a significant transformation over the past two years. Her once soft and slightly round face was now more defined, highlighting her cheekbones. The extra weight she once carried was long gone, replaced by a slimmer figure, one she achieved inspired by her son's journey. Her soft, caring eyes, which had always been a hallmark of her appearance, now shined even brighter.
"Take that!" Hitoshi exclaimed, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he executed a perfect move. His character triumphed on the screen, and he let a loud, triumphant cheer. The sound of his laughter echoed through the room, mingling with the animated noises of the game. His grin was wide, clearly savoring his victory.
Even though Izuku lost the game, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and admiration. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and he leaned forward eagerly. "You've got to teach me that one, Shinso!" he said, his voice full of anticipation.
Mei looked up from her laptop, her eyes narrowing playfully as she raised an eyebrow. "You guys are so loud! It's hard to concentrate on perfecting this code!" she said with a mock frown, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. Her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"You could join us, Hatsume," Hitoshi suggested, glancing over his shoulder. "I'm sure you'd be great at this too."
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. "Nah, I'm too busy making sure this baby of Iruku's is perfect. It's going to be amazing!" Her tone softened, reflecting her genuine enthusiasm and pride in her work.
Both teenagers sighed exasperatedly at Mei's tendency to use nicknames or butcher their names. Despite this, their smiles showed they were fond of her unique way of expressing herself.
Inko chuckled softly at Mei's quirky habit of referring to her inventions as "babies." She vividly remembered the first time the pink-haired girl had excitedly declared that she and Izuku had made a "baby" together. The memory of her panicked reaction—tears welling up in her eyes as she imagined her son being too young to be a parent—made Inko smile. It had taken a lot of reassurances from her son to calm her down, explaining that "baby" referred to their latest project. The incident had become a humorous anecdote among them, a testament to their close bond.
The friendship between the three was palpable. Despite their different interests, they had quickly formed a close-knit group, each contributing their unique talents and perspectives. Izuku marveled at how natural it felt to be part of this trio. Mei, with her characteristic enthusiasm, sometimes threw in exaggerated comments about Hitoshi's skills, calling him things like "Mr. Strategy" in a teasing manner.
As the game continued, the room filled with animated conversations and friendly banter. Hitoshi and Mei began debating the finer points of combat tactics, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic dance of arguments and counterarguments. Their gestures and facial expressions reflected their passion for the topic, adding a lively dynamic to their discussion.
Just as Izuku was about to join the conversation with his own thoughts on strategy, he felt it—a sudden, strange sensation. It was as if a void had opened up inside him, a gnawing emptiness that he couldn't quite explain. His hands froze on the controller, his gaze becoming distant as his eyes glazed over, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Hitoshi noticed first, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. "Hey, Midoriya, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he paused the game. His hand rested on Izuku's shoulder.
Mei looked up, her brow furrowing as she studied Izuku's face. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!" she exclaimed, her tone a mix of worry and playful sarcasm. Her laptop screen reflected in her eyes, but her attention was entirely on her friend.
The padawan forced a smile, trying to mask his unease. "I'm fine. Just... zoned out for a second. Nothing to worry about." His attempt to reassure them was accompanied by a forced chuckle, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
But the feeling persisted, a whispering doubt that something was missing, something essential that he needed to find. He tried to focus on his friends and the game, but his shoulders slumped slightly as the emptiness gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, refusing to be ignored.
Inko, still in the kitchen, noticed the shift in her son's demeanor. She knew him well enough to see that something was bothering him, but she trusted that he would open up when he was ready. For now, she continued to watch over them with a mother's quiet vigilance, her heart heavy with concern.
As the evening wore on and their time to leave was close, Mei finally looked up from her laptop, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I think I've got it! The code for your baby should be optimized now, Iruku. Wanna test it?"
He nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, let's see how it works." He moved to the droid, flipping a few switches and watching as it powered up, its circuits humming to life. His expression shifted from confusion to anticipation as he focused on the droid's performance.
It beeped and whirred, its sensors adjusting as it responded to Mei's programming. It executed a series of movements, displaying improved coordination and speed. Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the droid perform, his earlier unease momentarily forgotten.
"That's amazing, Hatsume!" The padawan exclaimed, his smile genuine and full of admiration. "You've really outdone yourself."
The girl beamed with pride, her posture straightening as she basked in the praise. "Of course! I told you, I'm the future CEO of Hatsume Industries. Making amazing babies is what I do."
Hitoshi nodded in agreement, giving Mei a thumbs up, his own smile reflecting his approval.
Izuku smiled, feeling a surge of warmth at his friends' encouragement. But as he stood there, watching the droid, the strange sensation returned. It was a hollow feeling, like a piece of himself was missing. He couldn't shake it, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the positive. His smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown.
Hitoshi noticed his friend's distraction again, his concern deepening. "Man, seriously, are you okay? You've been acting strange all afternoon."
Mei looked at him with genuine worry, her playful demeanor replaced by a sincere concern. "Yeah, you've seemed a bit off. Is something wrong?"
The padawan took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I don't know. It's just... I feel like something's missing. Like there's this emptiness inside me that I can't explain."
His friends exchanged worried glances, their expressions reflecting their deep concern and helplessness. They cared about Izuku and wanted to help, but this was beyond their understanding.
Inko, sensing the tension, stepped into the living room. Her expression was a mix of concern and determination. "Izuku, if you need to talk, we're all here for you. Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."
Izuku nodded, appreciating his mother and friends' support.
After a few more moments of uneasy silence, Hitoshi and Mei eventually gathered their things to leave, their concern for Izuku still evident. As the door closed behind them, the room fell into a quieter, more subdued atmosphere. The ambient light cast soft shadows, adding to the feeling of solitude.
Izuku sighed, his gaze drifting toward the droid. The strange feeling persisted, a hollow ache deep inside him. He took a seat on the couch, lost in thought, when suddenly he felt a nudge through his mental bond with his masters.
"We need to talk, Sparky," Anakin's voice echoed in his mind, firm yet gentle, carrying urgence. "Something has happened—something we didn't expect."
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
It took longer than expected, but eventually, all the Ghostly Council—as Anakin decided to call the entourage of ethereal masters—were assembled in the living room. The atmosphere of the room thickened with an air of solemn reverence and ancient wisdom. Inko took a seat nearby, her gaze shifting between her son and the Force ghosts. Though she had come to accept their presence, the magnitude of their guidance left her with a complex blend of humility and gratefulness in her eyes.
Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor, his posture reflecting eagerness and trepidation. His wide eyes darted nervously among the Force ghosts, his thoughts swirling with the gravity of the situation.
The spectral forms of Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, Luke Skywalker, and Leia Organa hovered in the room, exuding an aura of both authority and compassion. Their presence was both awe-inspiring and humbling.
Breaking the silence, his master spoke with commanding voice that resonated deeply through the Force. "Sparky,"Anakin began, "do you recall the ceremony in which you were named my Padawan?"
Izuku nodded slowly, his face a canvas of curiosity and confusion. "Yes, master. I remember the ceremony from two years ago. But I still don't understand how it relates to the sensation of emptiness I felt earlier."
Master Yoda, his ancient eyes gleaming with wisdom, fixed his gaze on the teen "Padawan, of the Living Force, speak. Understand of it, what do you do?"
Izuku took a deep breath, his mind racing as he sought clarity. "The Living Force is the energy that binds all living things. It's about the present moment and the connections between beings."
Luke's lips curved into a smile, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Your understanding is correct, yet confusion remains. Perhaps you wonder how this aspect ties in with a lightsaber. To clarify, we must delve deeper."
Obi-Wan stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. "Traditionally, an Initiate who becomes a Padawan already has their lightsaber. However, you have yet to construct yours. This process is integral to a Jedi's journey."
Izuku's eyes widened as he realized the significance of what the older master was saying. "So, building a lightsaber is more than just acquiring a weapon. It's something deeper?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan confirmed. "The lightsaber is a symbol of a Jedi's connection to the Force and their readiness to undertake their path. The kyber crystal is the crucial component, a Force-attuned gem that resonate with the Jedi."
As Kenobi spoke, the room began to shimmer and blur. The familiar setting of Izuku's living room faded away, replaced by an immersive vision of a luminous cave. The air was thick with the hum of energy as Jedi initiates moved about, meticulously crafting their lightsabers. The Kyber crystals, glowing with vibrant hues, were being carefully integrated into the hilts of the sabers.
The green haired teen was overwhelmed by the vividness of the scene. The cave was alive with activity: the soft clink of tools, the gentle glow of crystals, and the focused expressions of the initiates. Each crystal radiated its unique light, reflecting the individuality of its Jedi. The process was intricate and sacred, every movement performed with utmost reverence and precision.
Inko's form watched the scene with wide eyes, her usual experiences starkly contrasted by the extraordinary vision before her. Awe and bewilderment danced across her features as she followed every detail of the lightsaber construction, her concern for her son mingled with admiration for the process.
Izuku felt a profound stirring within himself as he observed. The emptiness he had previously experienced seemed to fill with a newfound energy. It was as if the Kyber crystals were calling to him, their resonance aligning with something deep within. This connection felt intensely personal, transcending mere physicality.
Leia, her presence commanding and resolute, addressed the padawan from the core of the vision. "We once believed Kyber crystals did not exist in your galaxy. Our inability to sense their resonance led us to this conclusion. Yet, it seems the Force has guided one to you."
The vision shifted, revealing an initiate approaching a secluded alcove. Embedded in the stone, a Kyber crystal glowed with a soft, inviting light. The initiate's face lit up with a mixture of relief and triumph as he reached out to claim the crystal.
Yoda, his eyes reflecting ancient wisdom, added, "Traditionally, each Jedi who constructs their lightsaber finds their crystal in a moment of readiness. The journey involves three pillars: Self-discipline, Knowledge, and the Force. For two years, you have diligently trained in these pillars."
Izuku looked at the Jedi Masters, his thoughts racing through the meditation sessions, the extensive studies in various fields, and the numerous Force control exercises he had undertaken. His internal struggle was evident as he grappled with the implications of the vision.
Despite his efforts, confusion lingered. "Will you assist me in this quest, or do you know where I might find my crystal?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Anakin's voice took on a solemn tone. "The trials you will face are unique to you. Each Jedi's path is distinct and personal. Trust in the Force. It is with you, and you are one with the Force. It will guide you through your journey."
As the vision began to fade, the luminous light and the cave dissolved back into the familiar setting of Izuku's living room. The Jedi ghosts and Inko's form remained, their presence a comforting reassurance.
His mother approached him, her form glowing with tender support. "Izuku, no matter where this path leads you, I will be here for you. I believe in you and your strength to face these challenges."
Izuku felt a surge of warmth and determination from his mother's words. He stood up, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and resolve. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, but he felt ready to face the challenges ahead.
Luke stepped forward, his presence radiating reassurance. "We believe in you. You are strong in the Force, trust in Its wisdom and in your own abilities and you will find your crystal."
The teen nodded and closed his eyes, feeling the Force flow through him, offering assurance and guidance. The weight on his shoulders lifted at last, and he opened his eyes with renewed determination.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku Midoriya sat in his room, staring at his phone. The date on the screen indicating that it was October 30th. The group chat with his friends, Mei Hatsume and Hitoshi Shinso, had been buzzing with concern ever since he mentioned the strange feeling of emptiness that had been plaguing him. Their most recent messages were filled with worry.
CEO of Babies: "Hey, Iruku! Is that weird feeling still bothering you?"
Brain-Washing Machine: "Yeah, man. You were acting really off last time. Everything okay?"
He took a deep breath before typing his response. He felt a profound sense of clarity now, thanks to the visit from the Ghostly Council and the subsequent vision.
"Hey, guys. I figured out what's been going on. I know it's been weird, but everything's going to be fine. I need to leave the city for a few days to sort some things out. I promise I'll explain everything when I get back."
He sent the message and closed his phone, feeling the resolve solidify within him. The next step of his journey required solitude and focus. He left his room, making his way to the abandoned warehouse where he kept his projects and materials. The place was secluded, away from prying eyes, making it perfect for the task at hand.
The warehouse loomed ahead, a relic of a bygone era, its windows dusty and its structure weathered by time. Izuku pushed the creaky door open, stepping inside the dimly lit space. His heart pounded with anticipation as he moved towards the corner where he stored his various tools and components.
Standing in the middle of the room, he closed his eyes and reached out with the Force, letting its currents guide him. He could feel its whispers, subtle yet powerful, directing him to the parts he needed. He walked to the shelves lined with different materials and tools, his hands moving almost instinctively.
The first piece he picked up was a cylindrical hilt. As he held it, he felt a surge of energy, a connection forming between him and the object. It was as if the hilt recognized its purpose and was eager to fulfill it. The smooth metal felt cool against his skin, but it warmed quickly, resonating with his touch. He knew this would be the base of his lightsaber.
Next, he moved to a drawer filled with intricate components. He selected a focusing lens, feeling its precision and the way it would channel the energy of the Kyber crystal. Each piece he chose had a specific role, and he could feel the Force guiding his decisions. A power cell followed, its hum faint yet promising. It would provide the necessary energy, a steady stream that would bring the lightsaber to life.
Izuku's movements were deliberate and thoughtful, each selection accompanied by a wave of understanding. He found an emitter matrix, designed to shape the blade of energy that would emanate from the hilt. He could visualize how it would direct and focus the power, creating a weapon that was both elegant and formidable.
As he gathered the various components, he couldn't help but reflect on the significance of each one. The emitter would ensure the blade was stable, the focusing lens would align the energy, and the power cell would sustain it. Each part was crucial, and together they would form a weapon that symbolized his growth and connection to the Force.
Once he had all the necessary pieces, he sat on the floor, laying them out before him. The array of components was impressive, each one meticulously chosen for its role in the construction of his lightsaber. He closed his eyes again, centering himself and allowing the Force to flow through him.
Then He felt a sudden rush of clarity. His eyes snapped open, a smile spreading across his face. The vision he had seen earlier, the place where his Kyber crystal awaited, was clear in his mind. He could see it vividly: a serene cave bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the crystal resonating with a brilliance that called out to him.
The cave was nestled in a remote area, its entrance hidden among ancient trees and snow. Inside, the walls glowed with a natural luminescence, the air thick with the energy of the Force. The Kyber crystal lay at the heart of the cave, pulsing gently, as if it had been waiting for him all along. The image was so clear, so detailed, that it felt as though he had been there before.
Izuku stood up. The journey ahead was daunting, but he felt a profound sense of readiness. The Force was with him, guiding his steps and filling him with confidence. He looked around the warehouse, taking in the familiar surroundings one last time.
His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and determination. He knew that finding the Kyber crystal would be a defining moment in his path to becoming a Jedi. The crystal's call was strong, a beacon that pulled at his very soul. It was a reminder of the growth he had undergone, the challenges he had faced, and the strength he had found within himself.
He left the warehouse, stepping into the bright morning light. The sun above seemed to shine brighter, as if acknowledging the path, he was about to take. With a final, deep breath, he took out his phone, typing a message to his mother.
"Mom, it's time. I need to go find my Kyber crystal. I promise I'll be safe and come back stronger. Thank you for always believing in me."
He sent the message, as he walked, feeling a mixed sense of peace, determination and warmth settling over him.
"He who faces himself, finds himself."
Chapter XI: The Kyber Trials.
As the train glided smoothly into the station in Sapporo, Padawan Izuku Midoriya gazed out of the window, his breath momentarily fogging the glass as he took in the view of the city blanketed under the first heavy snowfall of November. The landscape had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with snow-covered rooftops and streets sparkling under the soft, gray light of the overcast sky. The train came to a gentle stop, the faint hum of the engines fading into the background, and Izuku stepped off, feeling the cold air sting at his cheeks.
Sapporo, known for its harsh winters, was already firmly gripped by its seasonal chill. The snow fell steadily, coating the city in a serene layer of white. The frigid air was crisp, its bite softened by a faint scent of pine from the surrounding forests, and the distant rumble of snowplows, as they labored to clear the streets added a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet of the early winter evening. The city was a harmonious blend of modernity and winter's natural beauty, with sleek buildings standing tall against the charming, snow-draped streets below.
Izuku adjusted the collar of his cloak tighter around his neck and took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs with a bracing freshness. The Force had guided him to this city, and he felt an unusual sense of calm as he stepped into the bustling station. Travelers moved about, bundled up in warm clothing, their breath visible in the cold air. Despite the activity, there was a quietness to the city that spoke of a world lulled to peaceful slumber under the snow.
The snowy streets glimmered in the soft light as he made his way through the city, each step creating a satisfying crunch underfoot. The buildings were adorned with holiday decorations, the festive lights contrasting with the stark whiteness of the snow. Izuku's senses were heightened, the Force guiding him toward a purpose that was not immediately clear. He trusted this subtle guidance implicitly, and it led him to the heart of Sapporo.
After navigating the city for a while, Izuku arrived at a quaint, historic district known for its antique shops and traditional architecture. This enclave, seemingly frozen in time, seemed almost untouched by the modernity of the surrounding city, offering a glimpse into a bygone era. Snowflakes gently fell around him as he walked down the narrow streets lined with old-fashioned storefronts.
One particular shop caught his eye. The sign above the door read "Curiosities of the Past," and its window displays showcased an array of intriguing items—vintage books, old maps, and ancient artifacts. The store's charm was amplified by the snowfall outside, creating a scene that seemed to step up of a historical novel.
He entered the shop, the bell above the door jingling softly as he did. The warmth of the interior embraced him immediately, contrasting sharply with the cold outside, and the shop's atmosphere was cozy and inviting. The air was filled with the faint, comforting scent of old paper and polished wood. Shelves lined with artifacts and curiosities stretched from floor to ceiling, casting soft, flickering shadows in the warm, ambient light.
The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a kindly face, looked up from behind the counter as the green haired teen entered. "Welcome to Curiosities of the Past," he said warmly. "What brings you in from the cold?" His voice, gentle and full of warmth, seemed to melt away the chill that had settled in Izuku's bones.
The padawan returned the smile, feeling an instinctive pull toward a particular shelf. "I'm looking for something specific," he said. "I was guided here by… well, something I can't fully explain."
The shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Guided, you say? By what, I wonder?" he mused aloud, his tone a mix of intrigue and reverence. "There are forces in this world that lead us where we need to be, even if we don't understand them. Perhaps you're meant to find something special here." He gestured toward a display of antique books. "Feel free to look around, boy. Trust your instincts."
Izuku began to browse, his senses attuned to the Force's subtle guidance. As he looked through the collection, his gaze fell upon a faded photograph tucked away among a pile of old documents. The photograph depicted a large factory, its façade pristine and almost regal. Snow gently blanketed the ground around the building, and the image seemed to exude a sense of significance, as if it held the key to a long-forgotten secret.
A sense of urgency surged through Izuku as he stared at the photograph. This wasn't just an old picture—it was a piece of the puzzle he needed to solve. He felt an inexplicable drive to uncover the story behind this factory, as if his entire journey hinged on this moment.
Feeling an unexplainable connection to the photograph, Izuku picked it up and approached the shopkeeper. "Excuse me," he said, his voice tight with urgency, showing the old man the photograph, "do you recognize this place? I need to find out where it is."
The shopkeeper studied it, his expression shifting from curiosity to surprise. "Ah, I know this place," he said slowly, the surprise in his voice growing. "It's an old factory that was in use many years ago. It's been abandoned for quite some time, but it looks like it was in good shape when this photograph was taken.
He paused, meeting Izuku's gaze with a look of concern. "I'm not sure why it's important to you, but if you're that eager, I can give you the address. Just… be careful, boy. Places like this have a way of holding onto their secrets."
Izuku nodded, a sense of eagerness guiding his actions. "Yes, please. I'd like to buy the photograph and get the address," he insisted, his voice firm but polite. He knew time was of the essence, and any delay felt like a step further away from his goal.
The shopkeeper scribbled the address on a piece of paper and handed it to Izuku. "Here you go. I hope you find what you're looking for," he said, his tone laced with a mixture of caution and sympathy.
With a grateful nod, Izuku left the shop, the photograph safely tucked in his belt pouch. The snowfall had intensified, adding a layer of tranquility to the city's streets as he made his way toward the factory. The address led him to a less-traveled part of town, where the factory's imposing structure loomed in the distance, a majestic relic of the past. Its exterior, though weathered by time, was relatively well-preserved, standing as a silent testament to the industrial era it once thrived in.
As Izuku approached the factory, the building's size and desolation became more apparent. The walls, once a pristine white, were now marred by rust and creeping ivy, yet the architecture still held an air of dignity, echoing with the whispers of its former glory . The snow crunched under his boots as he crossed the threshold, the large, rusted doors creaking open with a Force Push, revealing an interior bathed in shadows.
Inside, the factory was a labyrinth of forgotten machinery and deserted workspaces, the silence only broken by the occasional drip of melted snow seeping through the cracked ceiling. Snow had drifted in through broken windows, adding a layer of cold, white dust to the abandoned equipment. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, a stark reminder of the years that had passed since the factory's last operation.
Guided by the Force, Izuku navigated through the factory's maze-like layout, his senses on high alert. He passed by old control rooms with shattered glass windows, conveyor belts frozen in time, and rows of assembly lines now silent and lifeless. Each step echoed in the vast, empty space, yet it also brought him closer to the sense of purpose he felt deep within.
Suddenly, a whisper echoed in his mind—a familiar voice, calm and reassuring. "You are close. Enter that old control room. There you'll find the key for the next phase of your journey."
Obeying the Force, Izuku made his way to the control room. The door was slightly ajar, and as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of outdated equipment and faded blueprints strewn across the floor. A large, cracked map of the factory layout was pinned to one wall, the paper yellowed with age. The map highlighted various sections of the factory, but what caught his attention was a hidden chamber beneath the main floor, marked with an unusual symbol that resonated strongly with the Force.
Determined, Izuku searched the room for a way to access the hidden chamber. Closing his eyes to feel it with the Force, feeling the flow of energy around him. His senses guided him to a trapdoor, obscured by debris and snow. With some effort, he managed to clear the debris and pry the trapdoor open. A narrow staircase descended into the darkness below.
He descended carefully, the air growing colder with each step. His breath formed visible puffs in the frigid air, and the walls seemed to close in around him as he ventured deeper into the factory's hidden depths, The hidden chamber was dimly lit by the faint light filtering through cracks in the walls, casting eerie shadows on the floor. The room was filled with old storage crates and forgotten relics, but at the center of the room stood a table—a small, worn box resting atop it.
Izuku approached the table, feeling a powerful connection to the Force. The box seemed to pulse with energy, as if it held something of great importance to his journey. He reached out with the Force and gently opened the box, the lid creaking as it revealed its contents.
Inside, he found a small, faded book, its cover worn and weathered by time. The pages were brittle, but as Izuku carefully flipped through them, his eyes were drawn to a specific entry. The words 'Irun mine' were highlighted, their significance clear. This was the next clue in his quest, the key to unlocking the next phase of his journey.
A sense of accomplishment filled Izuku as he closed the book and placed it in his bag. He had successfully navigated the factory's trial and found the crucial information needed for the path ahead.
With the book and newfound knowledge in hand, Izuku made his way back to the surface. The snowfall had intensified, covering the factory in a pristine layer of white. The landscape appeared both beautiful and melancholic, a fitting backdrop for his departure.
With a final glance at the snow-covered streets, Izuku set his course for the Irun mine, knowing that the Force had guided him true once again.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
The snow-covered forest near Sapporo was eerily quiet as Izuku made his way through the wintry landscape. Each breath was a cloud of vapor in the frigid air, and the cold bit sharply at his cheeks, but he pressed on, his resolve unwavering. The Force guided him, its currents pulling him deeper into the tranquil wilderness, where the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something to unfold.
Every step felt purposeful, though the path ahead was shrouded in mystery. The forest, with its ancient trees and untouched snow, radiated a timeless energy, as if it was a guardian of secrets long buried beneath the ice. Izuku could sense that his journey to claim the Kyber crystal was drawing him into the heart of this sacred place, where the very air hummed with the Force's presence.
He moved cautiously through the snow-covered underbrush, the crunch of snow beneath his boots the only sound in the silent woods. The cold gnawed at him, but he ignored it, trusting the Force to lead him to where he needed to be, even though the purpose was not yet clear. His senses were heightened, attuned to every shift in the environment, every whisper of the wind through the branches.
As he ventured further, he reached a clearing dominated by a solitary, ancient tree. It stood like a sentinel, its gnarled branches stretching outward like skeletal fingers grasping at the sky. At its base lay a stone tablet, partially obscured by snow, exuding an aura of forgotten wisdom. Izuku approached the tablet, his breath coming in measured puffs, forming small clouds in the frigid air. as he knelt beside it brushing away the snow with gloved hands.
The stone appeared ordinary at first glance, its surface smooth and unadorned. Izuku's brow furrowed in confusion and frustration as he examined it. It looked like nothing more than a weathered rock, a stark contrast to the sense of significance he felt in this place. He knelt beside it, brushing away the snow with gloved hands in an attempt to uncover any hidden markings, but the stone remained stubbornly blank.
Frustration began to build—an unwelcome companion in this sacred place— as he examined the stone from every angle. The Force had guided him here, but its purpose eluded him, leaving him with a growing sense of inadequacy. What if he was not ready? What if he had misunderstood the guidance, he had so blindly trusted? Determined not to fail, he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply, and reached out with the Force, letting go of his doubts and allowing the energy around him to connect with his senses.
Gradually, the stone began to change. A faint shimmer enveloped its surface, and hidden inscriptions emerged, revealing themselves only to those attuned to the Force. The text, ancient and powerful, appeared as if it had always been there, waiting for someone worthy to uncover it: "To understand the wisdom of nature, interpret its signs and solve the riddles of the forest."
His eyes widened as the inscription became visible. Relief washed over him, mingled with a renewed sense of purpose. He realized that the trial was not a physical challenge but required him to use his knowledge and intuition in combination with the Force. This was a test of his understanding, his connection to the living Force, and his ability to see beyond the surface of things . The forest around him seemed to pulse with subtle energy, guiding him to the tasks that lay ahead.
The clearing transformed before his eyes. The snow-covered rocks and branches began to arrange themselves into a pattern. It was as if the forest itself was alive, responding to his presence, offering him the keys to unlock its secrets. The rocks took on the appearance of the phases of the moon, while the branches symbolized the elements: earth, water, fire, and air.
The padawan approached the arrangement, his mind racing to connect the dots. The first challenge involved a riddle associated with the rocks: "How does the balance of natural elements reflect the balance of the Force?"
He recalled his teachings about the Force's balance and how the natural world mirrored this equilibrium. The balance was delicate, a dance of opposites in harmony, just as the Force was both light and dark, creation and destruction He rearranged the rocks to represent the harmony between the elements and the Force, his movements deliberate and precise, driven by the understanding that the natural world was a reflection of the Force itself.
As he completed the pattern, the ground beneath him began to glow softly, signaling that he had solved the first riddle correctly. A wave of satisfaction washed over him, the warmth of success banishing the cold for a moment. The forest seemed to approve, the air around him humming with a faint energy that acknowledged his insight.
The scene shifted again, revealing a dense patch of underbrush. Various objects—seeds, feathers, and stones—were scattered around. A riddle appeared among the foliage: "What do these elements signify in the cycle of life and the Force?"
Izuku studied the objects carefully, his mind focused despite the biting cold. Each object was a symbol, a piece of a larger puzzle that he needed to solve to prove his understanding of the Force. Seeds symbolized growth, feathers represented freedom, and stones signified stability. Each element had its place in the cycle, just as each aspect of the Force had its role in the balance of the galaxy. He arranged them to illustrate the cycle of life and the Force, his hands moving with purpose as he placed each item in its rightful place.
As he completed the arrangement, the underbrush parted to reveal a hidden path. The forest rewarded him once again, opening the way forward as a sign of his growing connection with the Force. A sense of accomplishment swelled within him, fueling his determination to see the trial through to the end.
Following the path, the padawan arrived at a serene pond surrounded by flowering plants. The water was still, reflecting the ancient tree from the clearing. The tranquility of the scene was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the challenges he had faced so far. At the pond's edge, a smooth stone bore the final riddle: "What does the reflection of nature in stillness reveal about the Force?"
He sat by the pond, gazing at the tranquil reflection. In the stillness, he found clarity, a deep understanding of the Force's true nature. The reflection in the water was more than just an image; it was a mirror of the soul, revealing the truth beneath the surface. The answer was "Clarity and understanding." As he spoke the words aloud, the surface of the pond shimmered, rippling with the energy of the Force.
The scene began to blur and shift as the illusion faded. The Force was satisfied at his answers. The serene pond, the flowering plants, and the clearing all merged back into the familiar snowy landscape. Izuku found himself once again at the base of the ancient tree in the clearing. The snow-covered ground and the stone slab were exactly as they had been before, leaving him with a profound sense of accomplishment and clarity.
His success in the second task was not just a testament to his wisdom but a reflection of his growth as a Jedi. Each challenge had tested his understanding of the Force and his ability to trust in its guidance, and he had risen to the occasion. The lessons he had learned here would serve as a guide for his future endeavors, shaping him into the Jedi he was destined to become.
As he stood up, Izuku felt a renewed sense of purpose and readiness for the next stage of his journey. As he left the clearing, the forest seemed to embrace him with a silent, approving nod, as if it too acknowledged his progress. With the knowledge and understanding he had gained, Izuku prepared to continue his quest to the Irun mine, confident in his growing connection with the Force.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku stood before the imposing entrance of the Irun Mine, its heavy metal doors rusted and barred shut, as if guarding secrets long forgotten. The mine, once a bustling hub of activity, was now a desolate relic of the past, its entrance covered in layers of grime and decay. Snow piled up around the entrance, adding to the forlorn atmosphere, matching the vision he had seen earlier—the once-grand structure now abandoned and forsaken by those who had once sought its riches.
The wind howled through the desolate landscape, its icy tendrils biting at Izuku's exposed skin, making him shiver, as if the world itself was warning him of the challenges that awaited. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his journey settle heavily on his shoulders. The Force had guided him here, and though the path was uncertain, he trusted its wisdom. He placed his hand on the cold, rusted metal of the mine's entrance, allowing the Force to flow through him, steadying his resolve.
With a gentle but firm Force Push, the metal doors groaned in protest before creaking open, revealing a dark, forbidding tunnel that seemed to stretch into the very heart of the earth. The darkness within was impenetrable and absolute, swallowing the faint light from outside. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp earth and the lingering traces of past endeavors. Izuku, hesitated for a moment, casting one last glance at the snow-covered world before stepping into the abyss.
As he ventured deeper into the mine, the narrow tunnel seemed to close in around him, its shadows growing longer and more oppressive. His steps were careful, each one echoing off the stone walls with a haunting reverberation. The only sounds that reached his ears were the distant drip of water and the soft crunch of gravel beneath his boots.
The mine's interior was a haunting reminder of its former life. Rusted tracks and abandoned carts lined the walls, while the ceiling was held aloft by timber beams that groaned under the weight of the earth above. The darkness was suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides, but Izuku pushed forward, relying on the Force to guide his way.
Suddenly, the oppressive darkness began to lift, and the tunnel walls around him seemed to dissolve into nothingness. The transition was disorienting, leaving Izuku momentarily unsteady. When he regained his balance, he found himself standing in the midst of a vivid, surreal landscape—a place where memories and reality intertwined.
Before him, scenes from his past began to play out in a series of emotional flashbacks.
The first vision struck him like a blow to the chest. He was back in that sterile, unforgiving hospital room, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. The doctor's words echoed in his ears, cold and detached as they delivered the crushing diagnosis: 'Quirkless.' The word hung in the air, a sentence passed down without trial or appeal. Izuku felt the familiar sting of rejection and hopelessness, the weight of a future that had been stolen from him before it had even begun.
The scene shifted abruptly, and Izuku found himself standing in the dimly lit apartment of his childhood. His father, Hisashi, was there, packing his bags with an air of finality that was impossible to ignore. The look in his father's eyes was one of thinly veiled contempt, a mixture of disgust and disappointment that cut deeper than any blade. His mother, Inko, stood in the doorway, her eyes red and swollen from tears, her hands trembling as she clung to the remnants of their fractured family. The memory was a wound that had never fully healed, a constant reminder of the abandonment and betrayal that had shaped his early years.
The next memory was a relentless barrage of torment. School corridors echoed with the jeers and taunts of his classmates, their faces twisted into sneers as they mocked his quirkless status. The pain of their words was like a physical assault, each insult leaving a scar on his already fragile sense of self-worth. The loneliness that accompanied those years of bullying was suffocating, an isolation that seemed inescapable.
But amidst the darkness, a light emerged. A warmer memory took shape before him—his first encounter with Hitoshi. The scene was suffused with the warmth of newfound friendship, a connection that had been a lifeline during some of his darkest days. Together, they had tackled challenges and projects, their shared determination and mutual respect forming a bond that gave Izuku the strength to keep going. Mei appeared in the memory as well, her boundless enthusiasm and inventive spirit offering a spark of hope in a world that had often felt devoid of it.
The next memory was one of unwavering love and support. His mother, Inko, stood by him through every hardship, her gentle hands and comforting words offering solace when the world seemed too cruel to bear. The image of her cradling him in her arms, whispering words of encouragement and love, was a reminder of the incredible strength she had always given him, a beacon of light in his darkest hours.
Then, the memory shifted to a more recent time—a heated discussion with Anakin, his master and mentor. The two stood in a workshop, voices raised in passionate debate over one of Izuku's inventions. Though their words were sharp, the underlying respect and admiration between them were palpable. This exchange of ideas had been a turning point in his training, a moment of growth that had deepened their bond and honed his understanding of both the Force and the world around him.
The landscape shifted again, and Izuku found himself surrounded by the warmth and camaraderie of his adopted family. Luke, Leia, and Anakin were there, their laughter and shared stories filling the air with a sense of belonging that Izuku had never known before. The connection he felt with them was as strong as any blood tie—Luke and Leia like siblings, Anakin a father figure who had guided him with both stern discipline and deep affection. It was a memory that filled him with a profound sense of love and gratitude, a reminder of the family he had found in the most unlikely of places.
Master Yoda's presence entered the scene next, a calming influence amid the emotional turmoil. His wise words, spoken in riddles that often took time to fully unravel, had always provided Izuku with the clarity and insight he needed. Yoda's teachings on balance and wisdom resonated deeply within him, offering a guiding light as he navigated the complexities of the Force. Obi-Wan appeared as well, his serene demeanor and gentle guidance steering Izuku toward a place of inner peace and understanding. Their lessons had been invaluable, shaping him into the person he was becoming.
Finally, the most harrowing memory surfaced—the night he had almost killed Katsuki Bakugo. The scene was charged with tension, every movement and word laced with the potential for disaster. The raw emotion of that night, the desperation and anger that had driven him to the brink, still lingered in his mind like a dark shadow. The confrontation had been a moment of reckoning, a test of his resolve and his understanding of the Force. The memory was a reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, a darkness he had to acknowledge and confront if he was to continue on his path.
As the visions faded, Izuku found himself once again standing in the dark, silent tunnel of the mine. The air was still thick with the scent of earth and decay, but the memories that had surfaced left him feeling raw, yet more resolved than ever.
But then, a new presence emerged from the darkness, more terrifying than anything he had encountered before. Izuku saw another version of himself—a twisted, menacing figure shrouded in darkness. This doppelgänger's eyes glowed a sickly yellow, brimming with pure hatred and malice. It was as if every fear, every doubt Izuku had ever harbored had been given form, coalescing into this shadowy specter. This dark counterpart was a manifestation of the darkness within him, a being born from the deepest recesses of his soul, consumed by the very essence of the Force's dark side. The malevolent energy radiating from it was suffocating, a stark reminder of the terrifying potential that lurked within him if he ever gave in to despair.
The dark Izuku ignited a crimson lightsaber, its menacing glow casting an ominous light over the cavern. The sight was both intimidating and unsettling, a dark reflection of his inner turmoil. The padawan steeled himself, knowing he had to confront this dark reflection of himself, the embodiment of his fear. He found and ignited his own lightsaber, its blade slicing through the darkness as a symbol of his inner light.
The duel erupted with a burst of frenetic energy. The dark Izuku's strikes were vicious and relentless, fueled by raw aggression. Each swing of his saber was met with a parry from Izuku, who fought with determination and fluid grace. The two combatants moved with fluid grace, their blades weaving intricate patterns of light and shadow.
The cavern echoed with the sounds of their combat—the clash of lightsabers, the hiss of energy, and the heavy breathing of both combatants. The dark Izuku's attacks were vicious, each move driven by a deep-seated rage. Izuku countered with a combination of defensive maneuvers and calculated strikes, his resolve unwavering.
As the battle raged on, Izuku began to realize that this was no ordinary fight or a mere physical confrontation. The dark version of himself seemed to know his every move, anticipating his attacks with uncanny accuracy, its reactions unnervingly accurate. Their blades collided in a shower of sparks, the force of the impact sending tremors through the ground. The padawan could feel the raw power emanating from his dark counterpart, a twisted reflection of his own strength.
Izuku's muscles strained as he blocked a series of rapid strikes, each one heavier and more aggressive than the last. The red blade cut through the air with deadly precision, forcing him to retreat step by step. His breathing grew labored, but he refused to give in. He could sense the darkness trying to overwhelm him, but he dug deep within himself, drawing on the memories of his training and the wisdom imparted by his masters.
With a powerful surge of the Force, Izuku pushed his dark counterpart back, creating some distance between them and giving him a brief respite. The dark Izuku stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes burning with malevolent intent. With a guttural snarl, he charged forward again, their blades crashing together in a violent display of raw energy.
The padawan fought with everything he had, his focus razor-sharp as he defended against the onslaught. The cavern walls reverberated with the intensity of their duel, the very air crackling with their combined power. The darkness within the other Izuku was relentless, each attack more brutal than the last.
As the duel continued, the dark Izuku fought with an overwhelming sense of hatred and anger, while Izuku fought with a balanced and measured approach. He could sense the darkness within himself, but he also recognized the strength and wisdom that had guided him through his trials.
Despite the intensity of the battle, Izuku remained calm, a stark contrast to his opponent's reckless fury. He could feel the dark side pulling at him, tempting him to give in to his anger and frustration. But he resisted, holding onto the light within him. He knew that this was more than just a physical battle; it was a test of his resolve, of his ability to stay true to the teachings of the Jedi.
Sensing his resistance, the dark Izuku escalated his attacks and pressed with renewed ferocity. He unleashed a barrage of heavy strikes, forcing Izuku to go on the defensive. The padawan gritted his teeth, his arms straining as he parried each blow. He could feel his strength waning, but he refused to give up.
In a desperate move, the dark Izuku channeled the Force into a powerful blast, sending the padawan crashing into the cavern wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he struggled to get back on his feet. The dark figure approached him, a sinister smile on his face as he raised his saber for a final strike.
But Izuku was far from finished. Summoning the last of his strength, he reached out with the Force, pulling his lightsaber back into his hand just in time to block the deadly blow. The red blade hovered inches from his face, the heat searing his skin. But he held firm, his determination unwavering.
With a surge of power, Izuku pushed the dark Izuku back once again, their blades locked in a fierce struggle. The two combatants were evenly matched, their skills and strength a mirror image of each other. But as the battle wore on, it became clear that the dark side was beginning to take its toll.
The dark Izuku's movements grew more erratic, his attacks more reckless. He fought with a wild, uncontrolled fury, his anger and hatred consuming him. Izuku, on the other hand, remained focused and controlled, his movements precise and deliberate.
With a decisive man, Izuku disarmed his dark counterpart, sending his saber skidding across the floor. The dark figure fell to his knees, his expression one of anguish and defeat. The padawan approached him, the light from his own saber illuminating the shadowy figure.
"You can't simply discard me," the dark Izuku hissed, his voice trembling with resentment. "You cannot escape your own darkness."
Izuku looked down at him, his expression softening with understanding. He knew that this dark figure was not something to be defeated, but something to be acknowledged and understood. He deactivated his lightsaber, the blade disappearing with a hiss.
"No," Izuku said quietly. "I can't escape it. But I can accept it. You're a part of me. Ignoring you would mean ignoring a part of my past. I've learned from my struggles and mistakes, and I've found balance. No one is entirely good or evil. It's our choices that define us."
The dark Izuku's eyes widened in surprise as the anger and hatred began to dissipate, replaced by resignation. Izuku extended his hand, offering it to the dark figure. After a moment of hesitation, the dark Izuku took it. As their hands clasped, the shadowy figure began to dissolve into light. The darkness that had once consumed him now blended with the light, becoming one with it. The dark counterpart's features softened into a serene smile, nodding approvingly before fading away completely.
Izuku stood alone in the cavern, the silence of the mine enveloping him. The confrontation had ended, not in destruction, but in acceptance and unity. He had faced his darkness, and in doing so, had found a new strength within himself—a balance that would guide him in through the future ahead.
After triumphing over the last trial set before him. Izuku felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a gentle pull, almost imperceptible yet undeniable. The presence of the Kyber crystal was near, its energy calling out to him with a quiet, persistent hum. The labyrinthine tunnels, which had once seemed daunting, now felt like a guided path, leading him toward his next challenge.
Each step Izuku took was deliberate, his senses heightened by the recent confrontation with his darker self. The memory of that battle was fresh in his mind, the clash of lightsabers, the intense struggle, and the ultimate acceptance of his own duality. He had emerged not as a conqueror, but as someone who had embraced all aspects of his being. It was this acceptance that now guided him through the darkness, the Force weaving through him like a reassuring presence.
Time seemed to blur as he navigated the winding tunnels. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, but he remained patient, his mind focused on the task ahead. The deeper he went, the stronger the presence of the crystal became, its energy resonating with the new-found balance within him. Finally, he arrived at an alcove—a small, hidden chamber within the mine, untouched by the passage of time.
There, nestled among the rocks, was the Kyber crystal. Its soft glow cast a gentle light across the chamber, illuminating the rough stone walls. The crystal's light was different from the harsh fluorescents of the outside world; it was pure, warm, and inviting, a beacon of clarity in the surrounding darkness. The sight of it stirred something deep within Izuku—a sense of awe, reverence, and profound connection.
He approached the crystal slowly, each step measured as if he were in the presence of something sacred. As he neared it, he could feel the energy of the crystal reaching out to him, intertwining with his own. It was as though the crystal recognized him, responding to the growth and understanding he had achieved. His heart pounded in his chest, not out of fear, but from the sheer significance of the moment.
With trembling hands, Izuku reached out and gently picked up the Kyber crystal. The instant his fingers made contact, a surge of warmth spread through him, banishing the cold that had clung to him since entering the mine. The warmth was not just physical; it was a warmth of the spirit, a reassurance that he was on the right path. The crystal felt like an extension of himself, its energy harmonizing perfectly with his own, as if it had been waiting for him all along.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he held it close to his chest. The journey had been long and arduous, filled with trials that tested every aspect of his being. But this moment—this simple, yet profound connection—made it all worthwhile. The crystal was more than just a piece of his lightsaber; it was a symbol of his growth, a testament to his resilience, and his ability to confront and accept the light and darkness within him.
Clutching the crystal, Izuku made his way back through the tunnels, the path now clear and unobstructed. When he emerged from the mine, the night sky greeted him, stars twinkling in the cold, crisp air. The snow-covered landscape spread out before him, untouched and serene, a stark contrast to the intense battle he had just fought within himself.
He found a spot in the snow, where he carefully laid out the components of his lightsaber. The Kyber crystal was the final piece, the heart of the weapon he was about to create. With focused precision, he began the assembly, his movements guided by the Force and the knowledge he had gained from his trials.
The process was methodical and meditative, each piece fitting together with a sense of purpose. As he fitted the Kyber crystal into the hilt, securing it with delicate adjustments, he could feel the energy of the saber beginning to grow. The power cell, focusing lens, and internal circuits were assembled with careful attention to detail, each click and connection resonating with the hum of the Force.
Finally, Izuku attached the blade emitter to the hilt. The moment of truth had arrived. He took a deep breath, centering himself in the Force, and ignited the lightsaber. The blade erupted into a brilliant blue glow, its light cutting through the darkness of the snowy landscape. The hum of the saber filled the night air, a sound that was both powerful and reassuring—a signal that his journey had reached a new beginning.
As he held the lightsaber, its light illuminating the surrounding area, Izuku felt a deep sense of triumph and fulfillment. This was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of his commitment to the path he had chosen. The Kyber crystal, now fully attuned to him, resonated with his spirit.
With his lightsaber ignited and his spirit renewed, Izuku stood tall in the snowy night. The trials of the past were behind him, and the future lay ahead. He was not just a Jedi, not just a hero—he was someone who had faced his inner darkness and emerged stronger for it. And with that strength, he was ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold.