C14 Sparring Yoda

C14 Sparring Yoda

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Peter awoke with a start, the remnants of the previous night's strange events still clinging to the corners of his mind. The room was quiet, too quiet, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he didn't sense the familiar, albeit intrusive, presence of his Jedi-mandated stalker.

Could it be that Grandmaster Yoda had finally called off the surveillance? The thought brought a flicker of hope, but he dared not get too excited just yet.

Suddenly, the realization that he was running late for his classes jolted Peter out of his bed. With a flurry of motions, he dressed hastily, his mind racing with thoughts of Revan, the training to come, and the eerie calm of the morning.

As he bolted out of his room, his only focus was on making it to class on time, the peculiar silence of the Force around him pushed to the back of his mind.

Throughout the day, Peter found himself accompanied by Aayla, whose presence had become a constant in his life at the temple.

As the day continued, filled with both training and studies, Peter couldn't help but notice the continued absence of his shadowy stalker. This absence, he mused, might just signify that he was finally free from the weight of Yoda's suspicions. It was a liberating thought.

However, amidst his thoughts, Peter found himself sidelined during a sparring session. As he watched the younglings engage with their training sabers, his expertise in combat setting him apart, a sense of isolation crept in. It was then, in the midst of his distraction, that he noticed the small, green figure seated beside him. Yoda, silent and as inscrutable as ever, had somehow joined him without notice.

Yoda's smile was knowing, almost as if he could read the tumultuous thoughts swirling within Peter. "Training, why are you not?" he asked, his voice tinged with that characteristic wisdom and curiosity.Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

Peter shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to answer a question that Yoda probably already knows the answer to. "None of the knights or masters are here today, and the teacher can't spar with me since he has to instruct the class," he responded, feeling somewhat childlike under Yoda's gaze.

The Jedi Master nodded, his expression unreadable. Then, with a grace that belied his age, Yoda hopped down from his seat, gesturing for Peter to follow. "Train with you, I will today," he declared, setting off with a pace that demanded Peter hustle to keep up.

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In an open part of the training ground, a palpable air of anticipation settled over the class as Geandmaster Yoda strolled over and used the Force to summon two training sabers.

With an effortless flick of his wrist, one saber soared through the air towards Peter, who caught it with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. After all, his lightsaber spars with Yoda were always the hardest.

As Yoda caught his own saber, its light casted a soft glow over his features as he ignited it. Stood across from Peter, he adopted a stance of serene readiness, signaling for Peter to make the first move. "Wait for you, I am..."

The excited younglings, together with their teacher, formed a wide circle around the two combatants. Their eager chatter and wide eyes reflected the rarity of the spectacle unfolding before them—a duel between the legendary Jedi Grandmaster and the mysterious newcomer hailed as the chosen one, though the children didn't know that last particular detail.

Peter, smirking with a blend of confidence and anxiety, ignited his saber. The azure blade hummed to life, casting a radiant light across his determined features. He crept forward, each step measured and cautious, fully aware of the formidable opponent before him.

In an instant, the duel commenced as Peter launched himself forward, unleashing a series of swift, calculated strikes, each one aimed with precision but met with Yoda's effortless parries.

The clashing of their sabers echoed through the training ground, the crowd watching in rapt attention. "..."

Peter's movements were fluid and confident, a testament to all of his hard work. For a split second, he managed to weave a complex pattern of attacks, pushing Yoda to retreat and defend, showcasing his skill and earning impressed murmurs from the onlookers.

For the first part of the spar, Yoda seemed to limit his responses, allowing his opponent to display the extent of his prowess while simultaneously doing just enough to push Peter to the absolute limit, bringing out every drop of his potential.

Worse still, the day's trials were far from over. As the sun dipped below the horizon of Coruscant, casting long shadows through the Jedi Temple's corridors, Peter was acutely aware of the night's impending challenge. His training with the enigmatic Sith Master awaited, a specter on the edge of his consciousness.

The thought alone was enough to make his head throb, a mental ache to match the physical.

However, there was a sliver of hope. The Force, ever his ally, offered not just a path to power but to healing. Seated quietly in his room, Peter closed his eyes, reaching out to the calming presence of the Force. It wrapped around him, a gentle embrace, slowly restoring his body back to top physical condition.

He could feel the fatigue begin to melt away, the ache dulling under the Force's tender care. And by the time he rose, Peter was renewed, ready to meet his Sith Master once again...

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When the temple was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, and the halls remained silent, only guards patrolling the area, Peter made his move, stepping into the corridor, the shadows greeting him as he vanished into the darkness.

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Descending the secret staircase that seamlessly closed behind him, Peter found himself engulfed in shadows, entering the depths below the temple for a second time.

"I have a creeping feeling that I'm going to regret coming here..." He muttered.

The corridor stretched out like the maw of some ancient beast, cold and unwelcoming. "Revan?" he called into the darkness, his voice bouncing off unseen walls. The silence that greeted him was oppressive, a stark contrast to the lively hum of the Jedi Temple above.

With each step, Peter's unease grew. The path seemed endless. Yet, driven by a mix of determination and apprehension, he pushed forward, navigating the twists and turns of the corridor with cautious steps.

Finally, the oppressive tunnel opened up into a vast lit chamber, which was so large that Peter couldn't even see the ceiling...

At the heart of this chamber stood a monumental structure—a pyramid-shaped temple that emanated a palpable darkness, its surface etched with ancient Sith symbols that seemed to dance in the shadows.

Perched at the pinnacle of this sinister shrine, a figure awaited him. It was Revan, his mysterious, ghostly Sith Master.

"Uhh, hey, Master..?" Peter, pausing at the foot of the temple stairs, felt the weight of the moment. 'This must be the Sith shrine he was talking about...' He could feel like dark energy radiating from it in waves.

"Welcome, my young apprentice, to your first day of training," Revan's voice resonated with an authority that commanded attention.

With a fluid motion, Revan drew a lightsaber from his side, which seemed to be real compared to his ethereal body. Wasting no time, he igniting it with a hiss that echoed through the chamber. The blade's crimson glow painted the shadows with blood-red streaks, casting Revan's surroundings in a sinister light.

"Remember when you called me Raven yesterday?" Revan asked, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Umm, y-yes?" Peter replied fearfully.

"Yes, what?" Revan gazed down at Peter in scrutiny.

"Yes master?" Peter answered, wondering if he should just run for the door already.

"Better." Revan nodded in approval before leaping off of the shrine, his lightsaber in hand. "Now, let the torture begin!"

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