"Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction."
Chapter II: Hope Awakens.
A booming laughter startled everyone present in the square. The group of villains, who until recently had been emboldened, began to tremble with fear. Cold sweat trickled down their faces. Some even threw their weapons to the ground, hoping that this action would spare them from the divine punishment about to befall them.
"There's nothing to worry about anymore! Do you know why? Because I am here!"
One of the villains looked up fearfully, coming face to face with Japan's number 1 hero, Super Might. A young man in his late twenties with green hair, freckles on his face, and a smile that seemed to light up the entire square.
"Surrender villain! Your evil plans to use all these people as hostages won't work. Not while I'm here!"
The civilians erupted into applause and cheers for their savior, their relief palpable at being rescued by such a benevolent figure.
The leader of the villains stood up and shouted at him.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
The high-pitched sound of the alarm clock shattered the silence of the room, dragging Izuku from his sleep. Covered with All Might's limited-edition blanket, he let out a groan, reluctant to leave the comforting embrace of his bed.
"Just turn off, stupid alarm clock," he muttered groggily, his arm stretched in the direction of the device while he buried his face deeper into his pillow.
To his astonishment, the blaring noise stopped instantly, as if Mr. Time's alarm clock—a merchandise item from and old hero who had retired years ago—had been silenced by some unseen power.
Izuku blinked in confusion. Each morning, he fought a battle with this alarm, and today, a mere gesture had silenced it. It felt strangely significant, like a sign.
"It was just like yesterday. The same feeling that surrounded me, only this time it came out of my hand. What's happening?" He wondered to himself.
A voice broke the silence, causing Izuku's heart to race. "It was about time that thing shut up. Thanks for that, kid. It was seriously starting to get on my nerves. Who in the nine hells of Corellia would design something like that? If only I wasn't a ghost, I'd dismantle it and figure out how it works, then get rid of that horrendous sound forever."
Izuku's eyes flew open, and he sat up with a jolt, his pulse quickening. He turned his back to the source of the voice, his room now feeling eerily cold.
"A g-g-ghost?!"
The room was silent except for Izuku's heavy breathing. His mind raced. Had he lost his mind? The idea seemed plausible given that he had just turned off the alarm clock without touching it—as if he had somehow developed a quirk overnight.
"P-please, t-tell me who you are," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "A-are you a v-v-villain with a g-ghost q-quirk?"
The voice responded, tinged with a hint of amusement. "A villain? No, kid. I'm a Force ghost." The speaker sounded almost apologetic. "I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't supposed to talk to you without the others presence, but I made a mistake. Sorry for that."
Izuku's mind raced faster, trying to grasp the ghost's words. "A force ghost? What does that even mean?" he thought, his heart still pounding.
"H-How can you be a ghost? And what do you mean by 'the others'?" Izuku asked, trying to steady his voice while grappling with the bizarre situation. He was convinced this had to be a dream, explaining the surreal experience of talking to a ghost on a Friday morning. Perhaps a blow from Kacchan the previous day had triggered this hallucination.
The ghost sighed, a sound that seemed to echo yet oddly comforted Izuku. "Listen, kid, it's a long story. I was once a Jedi. The Force allowed me to return in this form. By 'the others' I meant other Jedi like me."
Izuku's heart raced as he tried to process the ghost's words. Jedi and the Force were foreign concepts to him, but the sincerity in the ghost's tone seemed undeniable.
A gentle whisper seemed to envelop him, like a soft breeze. "Do not be afraid, Izuku." A new voice murmured softly. "This is not a dream, nor are you in any danger. I am here to help you. Trust in me."
Its calming presence eased the green haired boy's anxiety. He blinked, attempting to steady his thoughts. After a deep breath, he turned to the ghost, his curiosity overcoming his initial fear. "What is your name? What is the Force? And what's a Jedi?"
The ghost looked somewhat taken aback, clearly not expecting to be the first to speak with Izuku. The presence of others was supposed to come first. He sighed. "My name is Anakin Skywalker," he said, his voice steady but with a touch of discomfort. "The Force is a powerful energy field that binds the universe together. It gives Jedi their power and allows us to do incredible things. As for Jedi, we were protectors of peace and justice in the galaxy, wielders of the Force."
Izuku listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder. He took a deep breath and started to bombard Anakin with questions. "What do you mean by the galaxy? Are there more planets with people living on them? What kind of creatures live there? Are there more heroes like the Jedi? How do you travel between planets? And what exactly can the Force do? Can everyone use it?"
The Force chuckled seeing its chosen one be the target of the twelve-year-old's curiosity. Nodding in satisfaction at having chosen Anakin as the first Jedi Izuku would meet.
Anakin chuckled softly at Izuku's barrage of questions. He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The boy reminded him of his younger self, brimming with curiosity. Raising his hand, he started. "Slow down, kid. One question at a time. First, I don't think that your galaxy and mine are the same, so I can't answer your questions about yours. But in the galaxy where we Jedi come from, yes, there were many planets with people living on them. The galaxy was vast and filled with distinct species, each with their own cultures and histories."
The boy's eyes widened in amazement. "Other planets? With people on them? That's incredible!"
"Some were peaceful, while others were more aggressive. The Jedi were like heroes, negotiators and peacekeepers, we made sure that conflicts in the galaxy didn't escalate, but as everybody we had our flaws. We traveled between planets using starships that could move faster than the speed of light."
"Starships? Faster than light?" The boy's jaw dropped. "That's amazing! So, people could just travel to other planets whenever they wanted? Did you ever fly a starship?"
Anakin eyes sparkled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Not only did I fly starships, Izuku, but I was also one of the best pilots in the galaxy. Some even said I was the best in the entire Jedi Order. I could maneuver and navigate through the fiercest battles and emerge unscathed."
Izuku's excitement grew with each answer. "Wow! You were the best pilot? That's so cool! What kinds of battles did you fight in? What were they like?"
Anakin's expression grew somber. Looking at Izuku, he saw a reflection of his younger self and his former padawan, Ahsoka. "I fought in many battles during the Clone Wars," he began, his voice imbued with the weight of those memories. "The war was brutal and relentless. We battled droid armies controlled by the Separatists, trying to protect the Republic and its people."
Izuku's eyes widened, absorbing every word. "It must have been tough, fighting in a war. How did you manage?"
Anakin sighed, remembering the toll of the countless battles. "That's a story for another time, Izuku. Maybe when you're a little bit older. After all it's not a tale a kid like you should hear." He said ruffling Izuku's hair gently.
Izuku nodded, his respect of Anakin growing—understanding that the Force-ghost was trying to protect him and his innocence. "The Force, you mentioned it before. What exactly is it? What can it do? Is it like a quirk? Does everyone have it, or is it something special only some people can use?" His questions tumbled out one after another, driven by his insatiable thirst for understanding.
Anakin smiled, glad to shift the topic to something more hopeful. "The Force is an energy field that connects all living things in the universe. It's everywhere and in everything, binding the galaxy together. Those who can tap into the Force, like the Jedi, can perform incredible feats. We can move objects with our minds, sense the emotions and intentions of others, and even see glimpses of the future."
Anakin, seeing that Izuku didn't seem to have any new questions, continued.
"Yes, every living being has the Force but not everyone can use it," he explained. "Like your quirks, it's something you're born with, a sensitivity to the energy that surrounds us. But even those who are Force-sensitive need training to harness its power. Jedi are trained from a young age to understand and control the Force. It requires discipline, focus, and a strong connection to the world around you."
Izuku's eyes sparkled with fascination. "It sounds amazing! Can I learn to use the Force too?"
Anakin gaze softened, seeing the hopefulness in the child's eyes. "The fact that you're talking to me, a Force ghost, means you have some connection to the Force, Izuku. With time and training, you might be able to develop your abilities. But for now, just remember that the Force is with you, always guiding and protecting you."
Izuku was so engrossed in the conversation that he lost track of time. The stories, the knowledge, the sheer excitement of learning about this new world captivated him completely. But as the minutes ticked by, he remained unaware that he was now running late for school.
Anakin glanced at the clock on the boy's bedside table. "Uh, kid, shouldn't you be getting ready for school? You don't want to be late, do you?"
Izuku's eyes widened in panic as he saw the time. "Oh no! I'm going to be late!" He scrambled out of bed, rushing to get dressed and grab his things. As he threw his backpack over his shoulder, he heard his mother's voice from the kitchen.
"Izuku! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up, you'll be late for school!"
"I'm coming, Mom!" Izuku called back, his heart racing. He threw a quick, grateful glance at the Force-ghost. "Thank you, Anakin! I'll see you later!" he said, dashing out of his room.
Anakin watched him go with a smile on his face. "May the Force be with you, Izuku," He said, before disappearing.
In the kitchen, Inko Midoriya was setting the table with a simple but hearty breakfast. As Izuku rushed in, she smiled warmly at him. "Good morning, Izuku! Did you sleep well?"
Izuku nodded, still absorbed in the extraordinary conversation he'd had that morning. "Yeah, Mom. I did. Thanks for breakfast!" He quickly started eating, trying to make up for lost time.
Inko watched her son with a mixture of affection and concern. She suspected he was being bullied and anticipated he might make excuses to skip school. But today, there was something different about him: a lightness in his step, a spark in his eyes. "Izuku, you seem happier today. Did something good happen?"
Izuku paused, a smile spreading across his face as he remembered his conversation with Anakin. "Yeah, Mom. I guess you could say I had a really good dream. It made me feel... hopeful."
Inko's heart warmed at her son's words. It had been a long time since she had seen him that positive. "I'm so glad to hear that, Izuku. Just remember, no matter what happens at school, you're strong and capable. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Izuku nodded, finishing his breakfast quickly. "I will, Mom. Thanks." He stood up, grabbing his backpack.
Inko walked him to the door, giving him a quick hug. "Have a good day at school, Izuku. Be careful."
"I will, Mom. See you later!" With that, Izuku dashed out the door, his mind racing with thoughts of the Force, the Jedi, and the incredible galaxy that Anakin had told him about.
As he headed to school, the familiar knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. School was a place where he often faced bullying, especially from Kacchan and his gang. They mocked him for his quirklessness, making every day a challenge. But today felt different. Talking to Anakin had given him a new perspective, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change.
"They will, Izuku." He heard the Force whisper to him.
When he arrived at school, he was greeted by the usual jeers and mocking laughter. "Hey, Deku! Running late because you were daydreaming about being a hero again?" Kacchan sneered, shoving Izuku against a locker.
Izuku took a deep breath, remembering Anakin's words about the Force being with him. "Leave me alone, Kacchan," he said, trying to muster as much confidence as he could.
Kacchan's eyes widened in surprise at Izuku's unexpected defiance, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. "Whatever, Deku. You're still useless."
Throughout the day, Izuku found himself thinking about the Force and Anakin's stories. Despite the bullying, he felt a small spark of hope inside him, a belief that he was not alone and that maybe he had the potential to be something more. He hoped that one day he could harness that power and become the hero he always dreamed of being.
By the end of the school day, Izuku stepped out of the building with a big smile on his face for the first time in a long time, feeling that his future was filled with extraordinary possibilities.
Chapter III: A Padawan's New Path
"A single chance is a galaxy of hope."
Chapter III: A Padawan's New Path
Inko Midoriya watched her son bolt out of the apartment, a rare sight considering she had to practically drag him out of bed for school the previous day. Despite Izuku's efforts to conceal his troubles, her maternal instincts screamed that something was amiss at school. But today, something was different. She wondered what could have caused such a dramatic shift in her son's mood?
Setting her cup of tea on the kitchen counter, Inko pushed aside her exhaustion from the night shift. Her concern for Izuku outweighed her fatigue. She placed her hand on the doorknob of her son's room, hoping to uncover the reason behind his sudden cheerfulness. But she paused when she heard voices.
"That wasn't fun, master. You know very well that I'm not very good with kids."
Inko's eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. Who could be in her son's room? She cautiously opened the door just a crack, her protective instincts on high alert.
To her utter astonishment, she saw three faint figures standing in the room, each exuding a calm yet powerful presence.
The first figure was the tallest, with a youthful, vigorous appearance. His light brown hair was cut short and tousled, and he wore a brown and beige Jedi tunic with a leather belt. Despite his strong appearance, there was a latent sadness in his blue eyes, as if he carried the weight of past experiences. Inko instinctively knew this was the voice she had heard.
Another voice, calm and measured, responded. "Patience, Anakin. Remember, you were once a child yourself. Children need guidance more than lectures. I sense the boy is quite similar to you; that's why the Force chose you to speak to him first."
This voice belonged to an older man with a well-groomed beard and brown hair streaked with gray. He wore a similar Jedi tunic, but his demeanor was more composed and serene. His eyes held wisdom and kindness, suggesting years of experience and understanding. He stood with a dignified posture, exuding a sense of calm authority.
A third, much older and gravellier voice added, "Yes, yes. Much to learn, young Skywalker still has. Guide the boy, we must. Important, he is."
This figure, the smallest, commanded the most attention. He was a small green creature with large, wise eyes and long, pointed ears. Dressed in a simple brown robe and leaning on a wooden cane, he emanated an aura of immense power and wisdom. His expression was one of gentle patience, as if he had seen countless lifetimes and learned from each.
The older one continued, his tone gentle yet firm. "Anakin, remember that the path of the Jedi is one of learning and growth. Izuku has much potential, but he also has much to learn. We are here to help him on that journey, just as you once were helped."
The green powerful creature nodded, his ears twitching slightly. "Guide him, we will. Grow strong in the Force, he must."
Inko's eyes darted from one figure to the next, trying to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before her. She felt a sense of peace emanating from the figures, the same peace she briefly felt when Izuku rushed to school.
Anakin sighed. "I know, Obi-Wan, Master Yoda. I understand the importance of guiding him, but I feel overwhelmed. I also sense that the others are nearby, but not yet ready to reveal themselves. This boy, Izuku, needs all the help he can get."
Her's heart raced as she tried to process what she was seeing and hearing. She accidentally took a step back, hitting the door with her elbow. The sudden noise caused the ghostly figures to turn their attention toward the door.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Hello there. You must be Izuku's mother."
Inko's mind raced, struggling to process the scene. Before she could react further, her vision blurred, and she felt herself falling. The last thing she heard was Yoda's gravelly voice, filled with surprise. "Unexpected, this is. Other Force sensitives in this world, there are."
As she collapsed gently to the floor, Anakin couldn't resist a smirk. "Nice to see you still have that effect on women, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan shot Anakin a wry look. "Very funny, Anakin. Let's focus on the task at hand, shall we?"
Anakin chuckled softly as he nodded, while Obi-Wan knelt beside Inko, ensuring she was comfortable until she regained consciousness.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
As the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over Musutafu, Izuku made his way home with a bounce in his step. The excitement of learning more about the Force had given him an unusual burst of energy. He couldn't wait to see Anakin and hear more stories about the Jedi and their incredible abilities.
Arriving at his apartment building, he rushed up the stairs, his mind buzzing with curiosity and anticipation. He fumbled with his keys, barely able to contain his eagerness. Finally, he unlocked the door and swung it open.
To his astonishment, the sight before him was nothing short of extraordinary. The room was filled with a warm, ethereal glow that seemed to envelop him in a comforting embrace. The warmth was soothing and invigorating, as if the Force itself was responding to his excitement and curiosity.
Izuku's eyes widened as he saw Anakin and two other figures—an older man, and a small green being—seated on the sofa with his mother, who was looking unusually calm and composed. The three Jedi appeared as serene and composed as ever, their ghostly forms glowing softly in the dim light of the apartment.
Inko looked up with a welcoming smile. "Izuku, you're home! I hope you had a good day at school."
He stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw slightly agape. He could hardly believe his eyes. "Mom...!" he stammered, his voice trembling. "Are they... are they really...?"
His mother nodded, her expression filled with a mix of wonder and reassurance. "Yes, Izuku. These three have been here all day. They've been telling me about the Force and how I, too, have a sensitivity to it. They explained so much... I can hardly believe it myself."
Anakin, noticing Izuku's stunned expression, offered a reassuring smile. "Allow my two friends to introduce themselves, properly."
The older man, sitting with a calm and dignified posture, inclined his head slightly towards the boy. His voice, filled with warmth and wisdom, carried a gentle authority. "Hello, Izuku. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your curiosity and eagerness to learn are commendable. We are here to guide you on your journey with the Force."
Next to Obi-Wan, the small green figure with large, wise eyes and long pointed ears, who had been observing the scene with a gentle smile, leaned slightly forward. His voice was soft yet carried an ancient depth. "Young one, Yoda, I am. Sensitive to the Force, you are, and much potential you have. Help you, we will."
Izuku's voice, though filled with wonder, was tinged with disbelief. "This is... unreal. I only met Anakin this morning, and now... now there are two more Jedi here. I still can't believe it."
Inko chuckled softly at her son reaction. Then she gave him a reassuring smile.
Obi-Wan nodded understandingly. "It is indeed a lot to take in. But remember, the Force is a part of everything, and it responds to our emotions and intentions. Your excitement and openness have drawn us closer."
Yoda's eyes twinkled with wisdom as he added, "Trust in the Force, you must. Feel it, you already do. Guide you, we shall. Learn, you will, much."
After the ancient creature's comforting words, Izuku turned to his mother with a hopeful expression. "Mom, will you be learning about the Force with me? Will we both train together?"
Inko's eyes softened with a blend of love and understanding. She stepped closer to her son, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Izuku, while I won't be able to walk the same path as you, I will always be here to support you. I'm proud of you and I'm excited to see where this path leads you. I'll be with you every step of the way, even if it's just from the sidelines."
Obi-Wan's gaze was gentle as he addressed the boy. "Your mother's support is invaluable. Even though she may not be learning the ways of the Jedi directly, her presence and encouragement will be a great asset to you."
Yoda, his eyes reflecting a deep wisdom, nodded in agreement. "Great aptitude for a Jedi, you have, Young Izuku. Altruistic, you are, to share your training time with your mother. A true hero, this makes you."
The green haired boy's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he absorbed the heartfelt words of his mother and the Jedi Masters. The weight of their encouragement overwhelmed him. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to hold back the wave of emotion.
Anakin watched the tender moment between Izuku and his mother with a reflective smile. Memories of his own past, particularly of his mother's unwavering support on Tatooine, washed over him. The comfort and encouragement she had given him had been a guiding light in his early days, much like the support Izuku was receiving now.
Anakin took a step forward, his expression filled with of nostalgia and resolve. He looked at the boy with newfound determination. "Izuku, seeing the bond you share with your mother reminds me of my own experiences. My mother's support was crucial to me, just as your mother's is to you now. Because of this, I would like to offer myself as your primary master in the ways of the Force."
Both Obi-Wan and Yoda were astonished. The Force sang in exhilaration, its energy palpable in the room. The warm, ethereal glow seemed to intensify, reflecting the excitement and approval of this new alignment.
His old master, raising an eyebrow and clearly surprised, spoke up, "Anakin, are you sure? This is a significant responsibility. Are you prepared to take on the role of Izuku's primary instructor?"
He nodded firmly, his eyes never leaving the boy's. "I am sure. I believe I can guide Izuku in a meaningful way. It's an opportunity to give back and help someone just as I was helped. Besides, Snips, turned ended up being a great Jedi, didn't she?"
Yoda's eyes twinkled with wisdom and approval. "A wise decision, this is. Much to learn, Izuku has. A strong bond with his mother, he shares. Guide him well, you will."
Obi-Wan studied his former padawan for a moment, then gave a small, approving nod. "Very well, Anakin. If you are committed to this path, then I trust your judgment. Izuku is fortunate to have such dedicated guidance."
Izuku, overwhelmed by the moment, looked from Anakin to Obi-Wan and Yoda, then back to his mother. His voice was filled with emotion. "Thank you all. I won't let you down."
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
As the morning light gently filled the apartment, casting soft shadows and illuminating the serene faces of those present, Anakin led Izuku, Obi-Wan, and Yoda to the center of the room, where a peaceful atmosphere had been established. The warm, ethereal glow from earlier still bathed the room in a gentle light. Inko sat on the sofa, watching with a mixture of pride and awe.
Anakin turned to face the green haired boy, his expression solemn but filled with warmth. "Izuku, today marks the beginning of your journey as my Padawan." He began, his voice resonating with a profound sense of purpose. "This is a significant moment, not only for you but for all of us."
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of the moment sinking in. He stood straighter, his eyes wide with determination.
Obi-Wan stepped forward, his demeanor as composed as ever. "A ceremony to mark the transition of a student into the role of a Padawan is important," he explained, his voice soothing yet firm. "It signifies a commitment to the path of the Jedi and the responsibility that comes with it."
Yoda nodded in agreement. "A ceremony, important it is. Mark the beginning of training, it will."
Anakin cleared his throat, his expression serious yet warm. "Even though we don't have a padawan lightsaber to present to you, the spirit of the ceremony remains. It's not the physical tools that matter, but the commitment and bond we're forming."
Izuku's gaze flicked to his mother, who gave him an encouraging nod. He felt a swell of emotion, his heart brimming with hope and resolve.
Obi-Wan, with his calm demeanor, added, "Indeed. We shall use what we have to symbolize the transition. The Force itself will be our guide."
Yoda nodded in agreement, his wise eyes twinkling with approval. "Simple, yet meaningful, the ceremony will be. Attuned to the Force, we are. Symbolize, we will."
Anakin extended his hands, and a gentle, shimmering light began to form between them, a soft glow that represented the padawan-master bond they would share from that moment. Izuku watched in awe as the light danced and flickered, feeling its warmth and energy.
"Do you accept the teachings of the Jedi and the responsibility that comes with it?" Anakin asked, his voice steady and strong.
Izuku, with a deep breath, nodded fervently. "I do."
Obi-Wan stepped forward, placing his hand over the shimmering light in Anakin's hands, adding his own Force energy to it. The light intensified, swirling in a beautiful display of unity and power. "Then by the will of the Force, I present you to your master, Anakin Skywalker. May your training be fruitful and your journey enlightening."
Yoda, his cane tapping softly on the floor, raised his arms as if conducting an unseen symphony. "Guided by the Force, you shall be. Strong in the light side, you will grow."
The ethereal light grew brighter, enveloping Izuku in a cocoon of warmth and energy. He felt the Force flowing through him, connecting him to Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda, and even his mother. It was a moment of profound unity and purpose.
Anakin touched Izuku's shoulder with a gesture of acceptance, the connection between master and Padawan solidifying. "Thank you, Master Anakin. I'll do my best to learn and grow," Izuku said, his voice filled with emotion.
Anakin smiled, the nostalgia in his eyes giving way to pride. "I know you will, Izuku. Together, we'll face the challenges ahead."
Inko, watching from the sofa with tears of pride in her eyes, felt the significance of the moment. Her son's journey had taken a consequential turn, and she was overjoyed as she witnessed his first step towards his new path.
Obi-Wan again stepped forward with his usual calm demeanor "Izuku, remember that the role of a Padawan is one of both learning and teaching. As you progress, you will come to understand the deeper aspects of the Force. Your journey will shape you, just as it shaped those who came before you."
Yoda nodded sagely. "Much to learn, you will. Patient and diligent, you must be. The Force guides us, but it is through effort and understanding that we truly grow."
As the ceremony concluded, the room settled into a peaceful stillness. The glow of the Force lingered, casting a warm, golden light on everyone present. Izuku felt a deep sense of calm and resolve wash over him. And, after eight long years, he felt hope again.
Chapter IV: Lessons
"A lesson learned is a lesson earned."
Chapter IV: Lessons.
Katsuki Bakugou sat in his classroom, the morning sun streaming through the windows as he stared out, lost in thought. The past two weeks had been the strangest. Something about Deku, had changed, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
It wasn't just the way Deku carried himself now. There was a confidence, a sense of purpose in his steps that Katsuki hadn't seen before. He had noticed it during their last encounter, the way Izuku seemed to endure his hits with a quiet determination, as if he had something more driving him than the usual dreams of becoming a hero.
It was irritating. Deku's newfound composure and resolve felt like a challenge, something Katsuki wasn't used to, and he despised the unknown. He had always been the one in the spotlight, the one everyone expected to be the best. And now, out of nowhere, Deku was refusing to be the steppingstone he was destined to be.
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking softly. "What's he up to?!" he muttered to himself. The thought of Deku surpassing him was infuriating, but it also sparked a curiosity that Katsuki couldn't ignore.
Later that day, during lunch break, Katsuki decided it was time to confront Izuku directly. He stormed through the hallways, eyes fixed on his target. Izuku was sitting by himself under a tree, reading a book. The serene scene only fueled Katsuki's irritation.
"Oi, Deku!" Katsuki shouted as he approached. Izuku looked up from his book, his expression calm and unperturbed.
"What do you want, Kacchan?" Izuku asked quietly, his tone even.
Katsuki didn't waste any time. "What's with you lately?! You've been acting all high and mighty, like you've got something to prove."
Izuku stood up, closing his book. "I'm just focusing on my goals, Kacchan."
"Goals? You think you can just waltz around like you're better than everyone else?" Katsuki's voice rose, filled with frustration. "You're nothing but a fucking Deku! You're a waste of space!"
Without warning, he launched a strong explosion towards Deku. The force was enough to knock him back, but Izuku didn't flinch. He remained standing, his expression unchanged, though scorch marks were visibly burned into his clothes and skin.
Katsuki watched in disbelief. "What the hell?!"
Izuku's gaze met Katsuki's with a calm intensity. "I'm not trying to be better than anyone, Kacchan. I'm just trying to be the best version of myself."
Everyone present was expectant, watching the confrontation unfold. The air was tense, and murmurs of surprise and curiosity rippled through the crowd. Katsuki's anger was palpable, but the sight of Izuku standing his ground, seemingly unaffected, only deepened his confusion and frustration.
Katsuki's fists clenched as he tried to process the scene before him. The unfamiliar, composed demeanor of Izuku unsettled him, and he could feel his own rage bubbling beneath the surface. "I don't know what you're up to, but I won't let you just ignore me like that!"
Izuku's calm expression remained as he spoke. "I'm not ignoring you, Kacchan. I'm just choosing not to let your anger control me."
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Katsuki's frustration reached its peak as he stormed off, unable to reconcile the strange sense of calm emanating from Izuku. The crowd began to disperse, whispering amongst themselves about the unusual exchange they had just witnessed.
Once Katsuki had left and the crowd had dispersed, Izuku sighed, recalling the teachings of his masters. Master Yoda had emphasized the importance of patience and humility, showing him that self-knowledge and acceptance of one's limitations are key to growth. Anakin, though more impulsive, had taught him to defend himself no matter the situation, but at the same time to pick his battles carefully. Obi Wan taught him to be calm in moments of conflict and to live with self-control.
As he stood there, lost in thought, a familiar presence made itself known. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the wise and stoic Jedi ghost, appeared beside him, a look of approval on his ethereal face.
"Your response was commendable, Izuku," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You managed the situation with remarkable composure."
Izuku nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, whispering to the Force-Ghost. "Thank you, Master Obi-Wan. I'm still learning, but I'll keep your teachings in mind."
"I'm proud of you, my boy. Always remember that."With those encouraging words, Obi-Wan's form began to fade. Izuku was left alone with his thoughts.
Izuku gently touched his padawan braid, a soft smile spreading across his face. The challenges of the morning had only deepened his resolve to become the best version of himself. He felt a renewed sense of readiness and determination, prepared to face whatever came next on his journey.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
In the ethereal realm where the Force ghosts resided, Obi-Wan Kenobi materialized beside Yoda and Anakin Skywalker. The shimmering glow of their forms cast an otherworldly light on the ancient surroundings. His expression was one of quiet pride as he recounted the morning's events.
"Master Yoda, Anakin," Obi-Wan began, his voice carrying a serene weight. "Izuku showed remarkable composure today. He handled a confrontation with great maturity and control."
Yoda nodded approvingly, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "Good, this is. In a brief time, learned well, young Midoriya has. Patience and humility, he practices."
Anakin, ever the impulsive one, couldn't help but interject. "That's great and all, but did he fight back? You can't let bullies push you around. Sometimes you have to stand your ground with more than just words."
Obi-Wan smiled softly at Anakin's words. "He did stand his ground, Anakin. But he chose not to escalate the situation. He demonstrated control and wisdom, qualities which are essential for a true Jedi. As you may know."
Anakin crossed his arms, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Alright, alright. I get it. He's learning to balance strength with wisdom. Just make sure he remembers not to let anyone walk all over him."
Yoda chuckled, his laughter a soft, soothing sound. "Balance, young Skywalker speaks of. Important, it is. Izuku learns well, he does."
As the three continued their discussion, the air around them seemed to shimmer and shift, signaling the arrival of two other Force ghosts. Their presence serene and powerful. The woman, with a confident and commanding aura, spoke first.
"Izuku has a strong heart," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "It's evident in how he handles himself without letting his own emotions dictate his actions."
The man beside her nodded, his expression one of thoughtful confidence. "He's on the right path. The Force is strong with him, and he's finding his own way to harness it. It's not about fighting every battle, but choosing the right ones and understanding the bigger picture."
Anakin, with his characteristic impatience, turned to them. "Where have you two been? We could have used your input sooner."
The woman smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "We've been watching from afar, Anakin. Izuku isn't ready to see us yet."
The man added, his tone calm and reassuring, "Sometimes the best way to guide someone is to let them discover their path on their own. When the time is right, we'll step in."
The scene shifted as the group of Force ghosts watched over Izuku from their ethereal vantage point. The serene landscape of their realm mirrored the tranquility they felt about the young Padawan's progress. Each of them knew the journey ahead would be challenging, but with the combined wisdom of their teachings and Izuku's determination, they were confident he would find his way.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
In the quiet of their living room, a soft, eerie glow enveloped the room as Izuku sat across from the spectral form of Anakin Skywalker. The stillness of the space was occasionally broken by the gentle rustling of the curtains in the afternoon breeze. His mother was still at work, leaving Izuku an opportunity to seek Anakin's guidance.
"Master," Izuku began, his voice tinged with hesitation, "I've been thinking about ways to help my mom. She works so hard, and I want to find a way to earn some extra money to support her. Do you have any ideas?"
Anakin's spectral eyes softened as he regarded his padawan, a look of earnest admiration in his ghostly expression. "I admire your desire to help your mother, Izuku. It shows a lot of character. There are many ways to earn money, even for someone your age. The key is to find something that aligns with your skills and values."
The green haired boy's face brightened slightly, a mix of eagerness and curiosity evident in his eyes. "I'm good at studying and helping others. Maybe I could tutor some of the younger kids at school?"
Anakin smiled, but his expression soon turned thoughtful, reflecting a deeper understanding. "Tutoring is a great start, but I know you have a keen interest in how things work. Don't think I haven't noticed your fascination with taking apart that old alarm clock of yours, Sparky." He chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Izuku chuckled, slightly embarrassed by the nickname his master had given him—when he asked why, his master just shrugged and told him he had too much enthusiasm and energy in him. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty curious about how things work."
Anakin's ghostly form seemed to flicker with a burst of enthusiasm. "You know, back in the day," he began, leaning forward with a twinkle in his eyes, "I built a protocol droid out of spare parts and scrap metal when I was just a kid. C-3PO, we called him. And do you know that pod racer I used to win the Boonta Eve Classic? I put that together with whatever I could scavenge on Tatooine. If you've got a knack for mechanics, there's a world of opportunities out there for you. Perhaps you could start a small business, fixing and tinkering with gadgets for people."
Izuku's eyes widened with wonder. "Really?! You built a droid and your pod racer by yourself?!
Anakin nodded, a glow of pride emanating from him. "Yep. It's all about creativity and resourcefulness. If you can see the potential in the parts around you, you can build or fix almost anything."
A shadow of doubt crossed the green haired boy's face. "But I've never worked on anything like that before. I've always focused on hero training and schoolwork. What if I mess up or can't handle it?"
Anakin's spectral form radiated a reassuring warmth as he placed a comforting hand on the green haired boy's shoulder. "It's natural to feel unsure. Everyone starts somewhere, and making mistakes is part of learning. It's not about proving anyone wrong but proving to yourself what you're capable of. Even if things don't turn out perfect, you'll gain experience and skills."
Izuku's gaze dropped, uncertainty clear on his face. "But what if I'm just not good enough? I've never really thought about doing mechanical work before."
The Force seemed to embrace him, a soothing presence that offered comfort and reassurance.
Anakin smiled warmly. "You don't have to be an expert right away. If you're looking to earn some extra money, consider offering to fix or customize things for people. I've seen your sketches and notes on heroes, Sparky. I'm impressed and know for sure you got a talent for design. Start small, and see where it takes you. You might surprise yourself with what you can achieve."
Izuku looked up, a mix of nervousness and determination in his eyes. "Thanks, Master Anakin. I'll think about it. Maybe it's worth trying, even if I'm not sure where to start."
Anakin's hand remained on his padawan's shoulder, a gesture of steadfast support. "Remember, Sparky, that's why I'm here as your master. If you ever have doubts or run into problems, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be here to help you figure things out and guide you through it. You've got potential, and I believe in you."
Izuku nodded, his gaze sweeping over his small apartment. His eyes fell on an old desk lamp on the kitchen table, its light flickering erratically.
"Hey, Master Anakin," He said, a spark of inspiration in his voice. "Look at this lamp. It keeps flickering, and I'm not sure what's wrong with it."
His master's ghostly form shifted with renewed interest. "Perfect. Let's take a look at it together. I'll guide you through the process."
Izuku carefully carried the lamp to the small dining table, setting it down with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Anakin watched with a supportive smile, his presence a calming influence, ready to offer advice as needed.
"First, you'll want to make sure the lamp is unplugged before you start working on it," The Chosen One of the Force, instructed.
His padawan nodded, his hands steady as he unplugged the lamp from the wall. "Got it. What's the next step?"
"Next, you need to remove the bulb and then the cover from the base. Sometimes flickering can be caused by loose connections inside," Anakin explained, his voice guiding Izuku through the process.
The boy worked on removing the bulb and then carefully unscrewed the cover. Inside, he saw the wiring and some connections. "This looks a bit complicated."
His master's encouragement was unwavering. "It's okay. Just take your time. Check if any wires are loose or if there's any visible damage. Sometimes just reconnecting things properly can fix the problem."
Izuku examined the wires and noticed one of them seemed a bit loose. With careful precision, he adjusted it and tightened the connection. "Like this?"
Anakin's spectral form flickered with approval. "Exactly. Now, put the cover back on and screw it in tightly. Make sure everything is secure."
The green haired padawan reassembled the lamp, ensuring each part was correctly in place. He then plugged it back in and turned it on. The lamp lit up steadily, its flickering gone. Izuku's face brightened with a triumphant smile. "It's working! Thanks for your help, Master."
Anakin clapped him on the shoulder, his spectral form glowing with pride. "You did great, Sparky. You've got the right mindset. But always remember, every small project helps you learn and grow. Keep this up, and you'll develop skills that could be really valuable."
Izuku nodded enthusiastically. "I'll definitely keep practicing. Thanks for believing in me."
As the evening light bathed the room in a soft glow, the warmth of their shared moment lingered.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS -
Izuku arrived at Takoba Municipal Beach, the rugged terrain scattered with trash and debris. The air was heavy with the scent of saltwater and damp earth, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a steady, calming backdrop.
Master Yoda's ethereal form materialized, his presence casting an otherworldly glow over the scene. He surveyed the beach with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting the potential hidden within the chaos. "Disorderly, yet full of potential, it is. Use the environment to your advantage, we will."
The boy nodded, his curiosity piqued. "What should we start with, Master Yoda?"
The Jedi Grandmaster's form shifted slightly as he began to explain. "First, balance and resistance, focus on we must. On unstable ground, these skills critical are. Follow me, young Midoriya, and learn from the environment, you shall."
He led the green haired boy to a particularly uneven patch of the beach, where large rocks, fallen branches, and mounds of debris lay scattered across the ground.
"Balance, you must maintain," Yoda instructed, pointing to the uneven terrain. "Step carefully from rock to rock, avoiding the trash and debris. Distractions, they will create. Focus, you must."
Izuku took a deep breath and began to traverse the rocky terrain, his concentration fixed on each step. The uneven ground made the task challenging, but he focused on maintaining his balance, stepping from rock to rock with caution.
Sometime later, his foot slipped off a rock, and he tumbled into a pile of trash, sending a cloud of sand and debris into the air. The green haired padawan quickly scrambled to his feet, brushing off the sand with a determined expression.
Yoda's voice cut through the sound of the waves. "Patience, young Midoriya. Balance, not just physical but mental, you must find."
The padawan nodded, shaking off the embarrassment of his fall. He tried again, moving with more caution but still struggling to keep his footing. He stumbled into a fallen branch, nearly losing his balance, and had to catch himself before he fell again.
"Good, young Midoriya. Now, add speed, you must,"Yoda called out, his voice filled with encouragement. "Quickly, but carefully, navigate the obstacles."
Izuku picked up the pace, his movements more urgent now. He leaped from one rock to a refrigerator, but his haste led him to misjudge a step, and he slipped, crashing into a pile of debris with a loud thud. He groaned, rolling to the side, and took a moment to catch his breath.
Yoda observed with a mixture of patience and encouragement. "Failing, part of learning it is. Continue, you must. Adapt and overcome, you will."
The green haired boy, though tired and bruised, rose with renewed determination. He resumed the course, this time more focused on his movements. Each slip and stumble became a lesson, helping him refine his technique.
After several more attempts, Izuku managed to navigate the course with a semblance of speed, though not without occasional missteps. He finished the course, panting heavily, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes.
Yoda's form glowed with approval. "Better, you are. Learn from each failure, grow stronger, you will. Persist, and mastery you shall achieve."
As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting long shadows across the beach, Yoda turned his attention to the next phase of the training.
"Now, resistance training, we shall begin," Yoda announced, gesturing to a large piece of driftwood partially buried in the sand. "Lift this log, you will. Use the Force, focus your mind. Strength, it will build."
Izuku approached the log, gripping it firmly. He strained against the weight, his muscles working hard as he struggled to lift it. The grandmaster watched with a nod of approval, his presence a steady source of encouragement.
"Feel the weight, young Midoriya. Not just physical strength, but mental as well, is required. Focus your mind, channel your energy," Yoda advised.
The padawan grunted with effort, his face flushed and sweat trickling down his brow. Despite his exhaustion, he remained determined. Slowly, he lifted the log, his movements steady and deliberate. He held it above his head for a few moments before setting it down with a sigh of relief.
"Excellent, young Midoriya. Balance and strength, you have practiced. Remember, not only physical prowess but mental clarity and focus, crucial they are." Yoda said, a hint of pride in his voice.
Izuku sank down onto the sand, breathing heavily but smiling. "Thank you, Master. It's been tough, but I think I've learned a lot today."
Yoda approached, his ethereal form glowing softly. "The path of a Jedi and a hero can be difficult, but in perseverance, true strength lies. Remember, young Midoriya, always learning and growing, you must."
The boy nodded as the Grandmaster's form began to fade. He stood up, taking one last look at the rugged beach before him. Despite the day's challenges, he felt a renewed sense of determination. With a final glance at the horizon, Izuku started his journey back home, ready to face whatever came next.
Chapter V: The End of Uncertainty
"Who we are never changes, who we think we are does."
Chapter V: The End of Uncertainty.
Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, the early morning light filtering through the window. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was alert, ready for the day's training. Besides, him Obi-Wan's ghostly form materialized, exuding a serene expression on his face.
"Good morning, young Midoriya," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Today, we deepen your connection with the Force. Close your eyes and focus on your breath. Let the Force flow through you, and feel the energy around you."
The green haired boy nodded and shut his eyes, taking deep, steady breaths. He concentrated on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, trying to sense the Force around him a gentle, It was as if a comforting wave of energy enveloped him, connecting him to everything in his surroundings. He felt the subtle vibrations of the air, the distant hum of the city outside, and the warmth of the morning sun.
"Clear your mind of distractions," Obi-Wan continued, his voice a calming presence. "Feel the Force as it binds all living things together. Let it guide you."
Izuku tried to focus, but his mind was a swirl of questions and images. "Master Obi-Wan," he ventured hesitantly, "how did the Jedi use meditation to connect with the Force? What did it feel like for them?"
Obi-Wan's smile broadened, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of his years. "Meditation was a crucial practice for the Jedi, young Midoriya. Through it, we could center ourselves, clear our minds, and attune more deeply to the Force. It allowed us to remain calm and focused, even in the midst of chaos."
Izuku's imagination painted a picture of the Force as an endless ocean, its vastness both mesmerizing and overwhelming. He envisioned himself floating in this ocean, the Force's waves gently lapping against him, yet the depth and expanse seemed daunting. Despite his efforts to stay focused, he felt as though he was struggling to keep afloat in this ocean of energy.
As he struggled to maintain his focus, the room around him began to blur and dissolve. The Force responded as if sensing his difficulty, transporting him to a new location.
He found himself standing in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Its grand hall, adorned with intricately carved stone pillars, was filled with soft, diffused light streaming through tall, arched windows. The air was cool and crisp, carrying a faint scent of ancient wood and incense. The gentle hum of distant conversations and the soft rustling of robes created a tranquil ambiance that seemed to echo the timeless wisdom of the Temple.
Izuku looked around in awe, taking in the grandeur of the ancient architecture. Obi-Wan stood beside him, guiding him through. In the spacious courtyard of the temple, a group of younglings of diverse species were seated in meditation.
Master Yoda stood before them, his presence commanding yet comforting. "Meditation, young ones, essential it is,"he instructed. "Calm your mind, center yourselves, and connect with the Force. Through it, guidance and strength you will find." His eyes, deep with ancient knowledge, softened as he observed the younglings.
The boy observed in fascination as the initiates sat in a circle, their expressions calm and their connection with the Force palpable. The Force flowed around like a gentle current integrating them to the vast galaxy.
Obi-Wan's voice was soft as he spoke to Izuku. "This is what meditation means to the Jedi. It's not just about finding peace but also about tapping into the deeper currents of the Force. This connection allows them to receive guidance, clarity, and strength."
He felt a profound sense of calm wash over him as he observed the young Jedi. The image of the Force as an ocean became clearer, revealing that it wasn't something to struggle against but rather to flow with. He understood that this realization marked a significant step in his journey.
As the memory of the Jedi Temple slowly faded away, Izuku found himself back in his room. The soft morning light had shifted to the gentle glow of midday. The sounds of the city outside were muted, and the air seemed warmer and more soothing.
With renewed focus, He centered his mind once more. He could now feel the energy around him with greater clarity, like a steady, comforting current flowing through and around him. Each breath deepened his connection, and his mind became more attuned to the subtle vibrations of the Force.
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Takoba beach was bathed in the soft light of the July morning sun. The coarse sand beneath Izuku's feet felt warm, and the rugged terrain was scattered with bits of discarded trash. The rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore created a soothing soundtrack, while the dense foliage rustled gently in the breeze.
Master Yoda appeared beside him, his presence a blend of tranquility and vitality. "Ready for more, are you, young Midoriya?" Yoda's voice, calm and full, carried a hint of playful anticipation.
Izuku, his green hair tousled by the wind, looked up, with eagerness and caution. "Yes, Master Yoda. I'm excited to try something new today."
Yoda surveyed the chaotic beach thoughtfully, his eyes reflecting a deep wisdom. "Practice with telekinesis, we shall. Begin with small objects, you must. Focus and control, important they are."
Izuku's eyes widened with curiosity. "Telekinesis? That sounds exciting! How do I start?"
Yoda pointed to a collection of small objects scattered across the sand—pebbles, tiny sticks, and bits of discarded trash caught in the undergrowth. "Start with these. Lift one at a time, focus your mind, and let the Force guide you."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he steadied his focus, remembering to let himself drift in the ocean that the Force was, feeling its gentle currents surround him. With his hand extended both in his mind and in the physical world, he directed his focus toward a small metal tube resting near a mound of trash. His brow furrowed in concentration as he felt the Force swirl around him, like a gentle breeze stirring the leaves.
The tube quivered slightly, then slowly began to lift off the ground. Izuku's hand trembled as he guided the metal piece through the air, maneuvering it carefully over to a makeshift pile of debris. The tube settled with a soft thud among other small objects, and he let out a relieved sigh.
"Good, young Midoriya," Yoda's voice rang out with approval, cutting through the ambient noise of the beach. "Progressing well, you are."
Encouraged, the padawan focused on a plastic gallon. The object wobbled as he attempted to lift it, but he managed to guide it with a bit more control this time. As he worked, his gaze wandered around the cluttered beach.
A thought struck him. "Master Yoda," he began, "what if I use my telekinesis to help clean up the beach? It could be good practice and it would help make the place nicer."
The Grandmaster's eyes twinkled with approval at the padawan's initiative. "A very good idea, young Midoriya."He said with a nod. "Practice while doing good, you shall. Help clean the beach, you will." His voice filled with encouragement.
Izuku's face brightened with enthusiasm. "Great! I'll start with these smaller pieces and then work my way up."
As the boy continued to lift and move small objects with increasing ease, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden light over the scene. Yoda's form shimmered in the sunlight, his voice filled with pride and encouragement. "A great hero and a great Jedi, you will be," Yoda said, his tone imbued with deep satisfaction. "The path you choose, noble and true it is. Continue your training, and much you will achieve."
Yoda paused, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of pride. "Much potential, you have shown, young Midoriya. The strength of your heart and the clarity of your mind, they set you apart. To see the good in others and strive to make a difference, without expecting reward—this is the mark of a true Jedi and a true hero."
Izuku felt tears welling up as the Grandmaster's words of praise touched his heart. The encouragement filled him with reassurance, and made him feel that all his hard work was paying off. A remainder of why he was training so hard—to make a difference and live up to the ideals of both a Jedi and a true hero.
"You have faced challenges and doubts, yet here you stand," Yoda continued, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. "With each lesson, stronger and wiser you become. Proud of you, I am. In you, the spirit of the Jedi lives on."
- THE FORCE AWAKENS –
Izuku sat at his desk, the late afternoon light peeking through the window, casting a warm glow over his finished homework. As he awaited the conversation he knew was coming, a sense of anticipation bubbled within him.
Anakin Skywalker's ethereal form appeared, his expression radiating warm and encouragement. "Good afternoon, Sparky. How have your lessons been progressing?"
The green haired Padawan eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "Master Anakin! I've been practicing every day. Master Obi-Wan's meditation techniques are really helping me focus, and Master Yoda's telekinesis training is getting easier. I've even started using my abilities at home. Mom's been so surprised!"
Anakin's smile grew, pride evident in his gaze. "Atta boy, Sparky. You're making excellent progress. Meditation was never my strong suit, you know."
Izuku tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Really, Master Anakin? I thought all Jedi were good at meditation. I saw some of the younglings at the Temple, and none were struggling."
Anakin chuckled, a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "Oh, I had my struggles with it. Obi-Wan always had to remind me to focus. There was this one time when I was your age... Obi-Wan found me trying to fix a utility droid at the Temple instead of meditating. He wasn't too happy about it."
Izuku smiled, but a shadow of uncertainty crossed his face as his thoughts turned inward. Anakin had rarely shared personal stories, and he hesitated, the weight of his past experiences making him cautious about prying. Memories of the harsh words and scorn from his classmates and teachers every time he had a question about something he didn't understand, just for being quirkless, made him hesitate. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of those years of abuse.
Anakin noticed the change in Izuku's demeanor. "Is something troubling you, Sparky?"
After a moment of internal debate, his padawan decided to ask. "Master Anakin, you've never really told me much about your past. What was it like for you before you became a Jedi?"
Anakin's expression softened as he settled beside his apprentice, his gaze growing distant as he recalled his early years. "I grew up on a harsh desert planet called Tatooine," he began, his voice steady but loaded with the weight of his past. "Life was hard there. My mother and I were slaves. Every day was a struggle to survive."
Izuku's eyes widened in shock and horror. "Slaves? You and your mother?"
Anakin nodded, his expression somber. "Yes, Sparky. It was a difficult existence. We had no freedom, and our lives were controlled by our owner. But despite everything, my mother always encouraged me to believe in a better future."
Izuku felt a deep pang of sympathy for his master. He clenched his fists, his heart aching for his master's young self, who had endured such hardships. "Master, I... I can't believe you went through that. It's so... horrible. And your mother... she must have been so strong."
Anakin sensed the storm of negative emotions within his apprentice. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, he spoke softly. "I can feel your sadness and anger, Sparky. But not everything was bad. My mother was the kindest, most loving person I've ever known. She did everything she could to protect me, to make sure I was safe and happy, even in such a harsh environment."
Izuku's emotions swirled inside him, a mix of sadness, anger, and fear. The thought of Anakin and his mother being slaves filled him with a deep sense of injustice. He could feel his heart racing, his breath quickening as he grappled with the intensity of his feelings. The shadows in the room seemed to grow darker, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him.
Anakin noticed the change, his own past experiences making him acutely aware of the danger these emotions posed. "Izuku," he said gently, using the boy's given name, his voice a calming presence, "it's okay to feel these emotions. It's natural. But you must learn to control them, not let them control you."
The green haired boy looked up at Anakin, his eyes wide with fear. "Master Anakin, what if... what if I can't control them? What if I fall to the dark side?"
Anakin's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding and empathy. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, the weight of his own past evident in his voice. "Izuku" He began, his tone gentle but firm, "the dark side thrives on fear, anger, and hatred. But it's not the emotions themselves that lead to the dark side; it's how we choose to handle them. Everyone feels these things, even Jedi. The key is to acknowledge them, understand them, and then let them go. You can do this with the guidance of the Force, or with the support of your loved ones. Both can help you find balance and peace."
He paused, placing a reassuring hand on his Padawan's shoulder. "I've been where you are, and I understand your fear. I was once afraid too. But remember, the Force is your ally. It will guide you, help you find balance. Trust in the Force, and trust in yourself."
Izuku took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "But how do I let go of these emotions? They feel so strong."
Anakin smiled gently. "It's not easy, and it takes time. But meditation helps. It allows you to center yourself, to find peace within the chaos. And remember, you're not alone. You have me, Master Obi-Wan, and Master Yoda. We're all here to help you."
He looked at Izuku with a determined gaze. He wasn't going to let his Padawan go through the same pain and despair he had felt when he experienced the dark side, when he was Vader.
The boy nodded, feeling a bit of the fear and tension ease away. Inside, a cluster of thoughts and emotion swirled as he processed his master's words. He grappled with the conflicting feelings of fear and hope, struggling to find a balance between his self-doubt and the newfound clarity that Anakin's guidance had provided. "Thank you, Master Anakin. I'll keep trying."
Anakin's expression grew thoughtful. "Let me tell you more about my mother. She always found a way to make me smile. Telling me stories, teaching me about kindness and hope. She believed in a better future, even when things were at their darkest. Her strength and love kept me going."
Izuku's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Your mother sounds amazing, Master Anakin. I wish I could have met her."
Anakin nodded, his expression tender. "She was, Sparky. She was my strength and my guiding light." He looked directly into Izuku's eyes. "It's important to remember the good, even in difficult times. Your mother has been a great support for you, just like mine was for me. Focus on that love and support. It will help you stay on the right path."
The green haired boy felt a warmth spread through him, the connection to his own mother strengthening his resolve. "I understand, Master Anakin. I'll remember that."
Anakin nodded; his expression filled with pride as he continued his tale. "One day, a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn came to Tatooine with his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. They saw something in me—potential that I didn't fully grasp at the time." His voice carried a mixture of nostalgia and gratitude as he recounted the moment that changed his life. "Qui-Gon believed I was the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force. He freed me and took me to the Jedi Temple."
Izuku listened intently, absorbing every word.
"But it wasn't easy. At the Temple, I felt like an outsider. The other initiates had been training since they were toddlers. I was older, and my experiences made it hard for me to fit in. Obi-Wan did his best to help me, but there were many times I felt alone."
Izuku's heart ached for his master. "That sounds really tough, Master Anakin. But what happened to Master Qui-Gon? Why couldn't he help you?"
Anakin's gaze grew distant, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and resolve. "Master Qui-Gon was a remarkable Jedi. He saw potential in me and believed in my future. But his journey was cut short. During our mission to Naboo, we faced the Sith apprentice, Darth Maul. Qui-Gon fought bravely, but in the end, he was mortally wounded."
The story resonated deeply within the Padawan. He found himself reflecting on the similarities between his own struggles and those Anakin had faced. Both had experienced feelings of isolation and were searching for their place in a world that seemed vast and unwelcoming.
"Master," Izuku said thoughtfully, "it's strange. Your past and mine... they're so similar. I felt alone and out of place too. Sometimes I even think that all of this is an accident, that maybe I'm not meant to be a Jedi, that my struggles and the challenges I face are just random events without any real purpose."
Anakin's eyes softened with understanding as he listened to Izuku's heartfelt admission. "It's not uncommon to feel that way," he said gently. "Many who walk the path of the Jedi have felt lost or uncertain at times. It's a part of the journey, facing those moments of doubt."
Izuku's gaze dropped to the floor, his thoughts racing.
Anakin took a deep breath, sensing the depth of his apprentice's inner turmoil. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "Listen, Izuku. Our pasts, with all their struggles and pain, shape us but do not define us. The Force is a guiding light in our lives, and while it may sometimes feel like we are stumbling in the dark, it is always leading us toward our destiny."
He continued, "I remember feeling isolated and out of place when I first arrived at the Jedi Temple. I didn't fit in, and my background seemed so different from those of the other initiates. But through those experiences, I learned that it is not the circumstances of our past that determine our future, but how we choose to rise above them."
Izuku's eyes met Anakin's, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "So, you're saying that even when things seem uncertain or when I doubt myself, there's still a purpose in everything?"
Anakin nodded, his expression firm and reassuring. "Exactly. A very wise Jedi once said, 'Nothing happens by accident.' The way I see it, it's the will of the Force that we are at your side to help you to become something greater."
The green haired padawan's heart swelled with a newfound sense of clarity. The last flickers of self-doubt in his mind were finally extinguished. What had once been an inferno of negativity had now become a field of ashes.
"Thank you, Master. Your words give me strength. I will try to remember that even in my doubts, there's a reason for everything, and that my path, no matter how challenging, is leading me where I need to be."
Anakin's eyes lit with pride and encouragement. "You are growing stronger each day, Sparky. Embrace the lessons learned from your experiences and trust in the guidance of the Force. It will see you through, and I have no doubt that you will achieve great things. Remember, you are not alone in this journey. I am here with you every step of the way."
Izuku Midoriya, many years later, would remember that exact moment with nostalgia, having discovered that it was the starting point of his path as a wise Jedi and the greatest hero ever known.