Chapitre 43: CORUSCANT ARC : Gojo vs Yoda And The Truth Got Spilled Out
The Jedi, sensing the intensity of Gojo's challenge, prepared themselves mentally and physically. The stakes were clear, and the confrontation ahead was not just a test of power, but of resolve and understanding. It was a chance for both Gojo and the Jedi to prove their beliefs, to confront the true nature of their strengths and limitations.
With the stage set in this strange, alternate Tokyo, Gojo and the Jedi were about to engage in a battle that would test the very core of their abilities and philosophies. The clash was inevitable, and both sides were ready to face it head-on.
Gojo suddenly turned to Yoda, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Tell me, Yoda, why didn't you interfere when the Jedi Masters managed to box me in? I managed to activate my trump card, Curse Zone: Limited. If you had intervened immediately, they could've harmed me. My trump card would be useless against someone like you. I know you can move fast enough, from the Jedi Council chambers to outside the Senate Rotunda."
Yoda, his voice calm and measured, replied, "Loved by the Force, you are, Gojo. But unsteady, your abilities are. A good man, I sense in you, but untamed, your power remains. A binding vow, I want. Only you can make it, for trust between us it shall bring."
Gojo's eyebrows rose slightly at the mention of a binding vow. Yoda continued, "Reveal one card, you did, when first you fought against Master Windu. A vow, it was, and useful, it can be, to create an agreement between us."
Gojo paused, his expression thoughtful. Then, he clapped his hands together, and his grin returned, though now it carried a hint of respect. "A binding vow, huh? You really are the most wise person I've ever met," Gojo said, inwardly thinking, I really need to watch my words around them.
"Alright then," Gojo said aloud, "What are the terms for the winning party?"
Yoda, his gaze steady, replied, "If win, I do, erase Force Breaker and Curse Zone: Limited, you will. Dangerous, these are, to Jedi like us. Also, join the Jedi Order, you must. Your skill, adaptability, fast for one your age; wisdom, maybe, even surpass mine, it may. Lastly, no one, any inhabitant on Coruscant, harm you will, for this day."
Gojo chuckled softly, impressed by the terms set by the Jedi Master. "You've put me in a tight spot with those terms… that is, if you win," he taunted with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Now, these are my terms," Gojo continued, leaning forward slightly, his three-pupil eyes glinting with challenge. "If I win, you Jedi do not interfere when I enact my problem-solving measures against this planet's higher-ups—even if buildings burn or cities get wrecked. I'm looking at all of you across the galaxy. Don't interfere," he said, his gaze sweeping across every Jedi within his Non-Lethal Domain.
Gojo added with a more serious tone, "Whenever collateral damage happens or civilians get caught up, it's up to me, alright? And here's the kicker—I add that the consequences will be unknown, probably horrifying, to those around you or even to yourselves if you break this vow. And that applies to both of us if one of us loses."
Yoda, hearing the consequences of Gojo's terms, looked visibly surprised. "Grave, your terms are, Gojo. Serious, the consequences you propose." He took a deep breath, considering the weight of the agreement. "But fair, this must be, for both sides."
As the terms hung in the air, the gravity of the situation became evident to all. The tension was palpable, and the Jedi around Yoda could feel the weight of the decision before them. Suddenly, Qui-Gon Jinn stepped forward, concern etched across his face. "Master Yoda," he began urgently, "you need to reconsider this binding vow against Gojo. The reason I didn't tell the Council about it earlier is because the penalty for breaking such a vow is very real... and severe."
Obi-Wan quickly added, his voice strained with the memory, "I've seen it with my own eyes, Master Yoda. The penalty… it's no small matter. Watto on Tatooine—he was crippled, left in a state worse than death."
Mace Windu, always cautious and precise, began to see the full picture. His tone was one of both warning and confusion. "Master Yoda, why would you propose something so dangerous? You know what kind of consequences we're dealing with."
Yoda, sensing the fear and hesitation among his fellow Jedi, replied with a calm yet resolute tone, "Serious, this battle will be, Mace Windu. Understand, we must, that no one can bind Gojo—his heart is good, but his methods, extreme. His power continues to grow, even when weakened, he becomes stronger. And now, with three pupils in each eye, a force he has become that must be led down the right path."
He paused, turning his wise gaze to Gojo. "See this, I do. Guide him, we must, not destroy. A risk, it is, but necessary, it has become."
Gojo clapped his hands once, breaking the heavy silence with his usual flair. "Well, I must say, Master Yoda, you certainly know how to make things interesting. A binding vow it is, then." His grin returned, but this time there was a more thoughtful look in his eyes, recognizing the seriousness with which Yoda had approached this matter.
The tension in the air was almost tangible. The Jedi knew the risks, but they also knew that Yoda was right—there was something in Gojo that could not simply be subdued by force. This battle wasn't just about power; it was about understanding, guidance, and maybe, just maybe, finding common ground.
Gojo declared with a loud, almost gleeful voice, "Let the craziest binding vow commence!"
As soon as the words left his lips, something extraordinary happened. Ethereal chains, glowing with a ghostly light, materialized around both Gojo and Yoda, binding them in place. The chains appeared to twist and coil like living things, binding around their very souls. The entire space seemed to hum with an unseen energy, vibrating with the intensity of the binding vow now in effect.
Qui-Gon Jinn, eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief, whispered, "I've never seen anything like this before. I've only ever heard Gojo speak of binding vows and then it actually happens , but to see it in such a visual form… it's… it's incredible."
Obi-Wan, equally stunned, nodded slowly. "Indeed, Qui-Gon. The chains… it's as if they are manifesting the very essence of this agreement, locking their fates together. I didn't think a vow could have such a physical appearance."
Mace Windu, ever the observer, studied the glowing chains closely, his brow furrowed. "These chains… they feel like a judgment. A sentence passed by something far beyond us, binding both Gojo and Master Yoda to their words, their honor, their very essence."
The chains seemed to tighten for a moment, glowing even brighter, as if acknowledging Mace's words. Gojo glanced down at the ethereal restraints with a small grin, clearly impressed. "So, this is what a true binding vow looks like when it's taken to its extreme. Never thought I'd be in one of these… at least, not quite like this."
Yoda, his expression calm but his eyes focused, felt the weight of the chains, both in spirit and in reality. "Heavy, the price of this vow is," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Real, the consequences will be."
Gojo gave a playful shrug, though his eyes remained serious. "Well, Master Yoda, you wanted a fair test, and now we've got it. Our fates are intertwined in this binding vow… let's see who comes out on top."
Before the fight could continue, Master Yaddle, her voice tinged with curiosity, spoke up. "Before we proceed, there is something that puzzles me, Gojo. How did you come to know all our names? Of course, hearing of Master Yoda's name is expected, but it seems you already know every Jedi in the Galactic Republic. How is it you possess such knowledge?"
Gojo's grin widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, you noticed that, huh? Well, let's call it a little bonus. When this fight ends, no matter who wins, I'll share some of my secrets with you." His tone was teasing, but there was a sincerity behind it, a promise of revelation.
The Jedi were taken aback, and their curiosity was piqued further. What kind of secrets could someone like Gojo hold? And how could they be of such importance that he'd use them as a bargaining chip?
Master Yoda, however, remained calm and collected. With a slow, deliberate movement, he ignited his lightsaber, the green blade humming to life. He adopted a steady stance, his expression resolute, ready for whatever came next.
Gojo, seeing Yoda's readiness, raised his hand, and a weapon materialized in his grasp. To everyone's surprise, it wasn't the Arm of Darkness that they had expected him to use. Instead, it was a Reishi broadsword, glowing with a radiant blue light—eerily similar to the sword wielded by Yhwach. The blade shimmered with a spectral energy, a stark contrast to anything the Jedi had encountered before.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened at the sight of the unfamiliar weapon. "That's… not something I've ever seen him use," he muttered, exchanging a bewildered glance with Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon nodded, his voice low. "Indeed. This is new… and it means he's prepared something special for this confrontation."
Mace Windu, sensing the unexpected twist, kept his guard up, his gaze fixed on the glowing sword. "He's full of surprises. We must remain vigilant; he might be testing us in ways we can't yet understand."
Gojo, noticing their reactions, chuckled softly. "Oh, you didn't expect this, did you? I thought I'd switch things up a bit. After all, what's a test without a few surprises?"
The air around them grew dense with anticipation as the two sides prepared for what was certain to be a battle unlike any they had ever faced. With Yoda's green lightsaber and Gojo's mysterious Reishi broadsword glinting under the strange light of the Non-Lethal Domain, the clash between these two formidable beings was set to begin.
As the tension built to a crescendo, Yoda tilted his head slightly, a flicker of curiosity in his wise eyes. "Why not use Arm of Darkness, you do? A powerful weapon it is, and yet, here you stand without it."
Gojo's grin widened even further, a playful light dancing in his three-pupil eyes. "Oh, I don't know, Master Yoda," he replied with a casual shrug. "Maybe I just want to cross blades with you. Also, here's another bonus—I've deactivated my barrier. No Limitless protection this time. I want to feel the thrill, the fun of a true duel."
Yoda's eyes narrowed, recognizing the intent behind Gojo's words. Gojo had dropped his defenses, willingly inviting a direct confrontation. A signal. Yoda knew this was the moment to act.
Without hesitation, Yoda sprang forward, his small frame moving with a speed that defied his age. The green blade of his lightsaber whirred through the air, a blur of motion. He employed Form IV: Ataru, the acrobatic and aggressive style that emphasized speed, agility, and unpredictable movements. His body flipped, twisted, and spun, using the environment to his advantage, the blade coming down in a series of rapid, precise strikes from all angles—overhead slashes, quick jabs, and sweeping arcs.
Gojo's eyes sparkled with excitement as Yoda came at him with blinding speed. The Reishi broadsword in his hand seemed to hum with anticipation. With each of Yoda's strikes, Gojo reacted swiftly, bringing his sword up to meet the green lightsaber. Sparks flew as the blades clashed, the air humming with the energy of the encounter.
Yoda moved like a whirlwind, every strike designed to test Gojo's reflexes and push him to his limits. His small stature belied the incredible force behind each blow. He leaped from side to side, attacking from unpredictable angles, aiming to overwhelm Gojo with his speed and ferocity.
But Gojo was ready. He remained calm, his expression a mixture of focus and exhilaration. Each of Yoda's strikes met with a deft parry or a swift block from Gojo's Reishi broadsword. His movements were fluid, almost like a dance, perfectly in sync with Yoda's flurry of attacks. The glowing blue blade seemed to move almost of its own accord, anticipating each strike with uncanny precision.
Yoda's strikes grew more intense, testing Gojo's defenses with rapid combinations. He somersaulted over Gojo's head, his blade coming down in a powerful downward slash, only to be met by Gojo's sword in a flash of blue light. Yoda then spun to the side, striking low and then high in quick succession, but again, Gojo was there to block each blow effortlessly.
Yoda's eyes narrowed slightly. Impressive, Gojo was. Not only was he able to keep up with the relentless assault of Ataru, but he also seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.
Gojo chuckled, his grin never fading. "This is what I'm talking about, Master Yoda! A real challenge!" He pushed back against Yoda's blade with a surge of strength, forcing the small Jedi Master to leap back and reassess his approach.
Yoda paused briefly, his expression a mix of concentration and curiosity. "Good, you are, Gojo. But much to learn, you still have."
Gojo's grin widened with anticipation as he raised his hand to the sky. The atmosphere around them shifted, and the sky above darkened as if responding to Gojo's call. His Reishi broadsword shimmered in his grasp, and with a swift motion, he drew an ethereal bow sankt bogen into existence, a weapon formed from pure energy. Above them, a multitude of massive blue arrows, Heilig Pfeil, appeared, hovering ominously in the air like a storm about to unleash its fury.
"Look out, Master Yoda," Gojo called, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "There will be rain."
Yoda's eyes widened, sensing the immense power behind each arrow. He knew that this was no ordinary attack. Quickly, he adjusted his stance, preparing himself to defend against the incoming onslaught. His lightsaber, a bright green beacon in the growing darkness, hummed with energy as he raised it defensively.
But Gojo, with a playful smirk, released only a single arrow. It shot down from the heavens like a comet, blazing with blue light. Despite being just one arrow, Yoda instantly sensed its extraordinary power, more concentrated and formidable than anything he had faced.
The arrow rocketed toward him, and Yoda's muscles tensed, his mind racing. He brought his lightsaber up in a swift arc, aiming to deflect the attack as he would any other projectile. The clash was immediate and intense—the green blade met the blue arrow with a blinding flash of light. The force of the collision sent a shockwave rippling through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.
Yoda gritted his teeth, feeling the immense strain as he struggled to deflect the arrow. His lightsaber wavered under the tremendous force, and for a brief moment, it seemed like the arrow would push through. The arrow's energy was unlike anything Yoda had encountered; it felt like an unstoppable force against his weapon.
With every ounce of his strength, Yoda managed to divert the arrow's trajectory, sending it veering off into the distance where it exploded harmlessly in a burst of blue light. He breathed heavily, his heart pounding. In his mind, he realized, That arrow… cannot be cut with a lightsaber. Its energy is beyond the physical, beyond what our blades can handle.
Gojo watched, clearly impressed. "Not bad, Master Yoda. But that was just one." His grin returned, wider than ever. "Imagine the whole storm coming down."
Yoda steadied himself, his face calm but his mind calculating. A test, this is. To probe my limits, he seeks. But learn more about him, I will.
Gojo's grin widened further, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration as he decided to release the remaining arrows. Five Heilig Pfeil arrows, glowing with an intense blue light, streaked toward Yoda like bolts of lightning, cutting through the darkened sky with a fearsome velocity.
Yoda, however, had already found his center. The initial shock of the attack had given way to his calm, collected demeanor. He took a deep breath, his focus sharpening. If cutting through them with my lightsaber is impossible, he thought, then I must deflect them.
As the first three arrows bore down on him, Yoda moved swiftly, his lightsaber a blur of green light. He channeled the Force through his body, using it to enhance his agility and speed. With precise movements, he deflected the first three arrows, sending them careening off into the distance. Each deflection required a tremendous exertion of power, his connection to the Force amplifying his every action.
The last two arrows came at him almost simultaneously, their speed unmatched. Yoda knew he couldn't rely solely on his lightsaber; he needed more. Drawing deeply on the Force, he activated Force Valor, a technique that heightened his physical abilities beyond their natural limits. His body seemed to blur as he moved faster than the eye could follow, his green blade slicing through the air.
This time, with a mighty swing, he cut through both arrows in a single, fluid motion. The force of his strike cleaved the energy of the arrows, causing them to dissipate into a cascade of blue sparks. Yoda landed gracefully, his lightsaber held firmly, his breathing steady, despite the intensity of the effort.
Gojo, witnessing Yoda's masterful handling of the attack, felt a surge of admiration. "すばらしい (Subarashii)!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands in genuine appreciation. "Magnificent, Master Yoda. Truly impressive."
Yoda gave a small nod, his expression calm but focused. "Much, still to learn, you have, Gojo. A good duel, this is, but only beginning it is."
Gojo's grin widened, his excitement palpable. "Absolutely, Master Yoda. This is exactly what I was hoping for." He readied himself for the next round, his eyes never leaving Yoda's. Both combatants stood poised, the tension thick in the air, each ready to push the other further, testing not just their strength but their very understanding of the forces that governed their worlds.
As Gojo paused for a brief second, Yoda seized the opportunity with lightning-fast reflexes. With a sudden, powerful thrust of his hand, he unleashed a massive Force Push. The sheer force of the blast pinned Gojo against a nearby building, the structure shuddering under the pressure of the impact.
Gojo, seemingly unfazed, let out a surprised but amused sound. "Hooo... Ohhh..." he chuckled, even as he felt himself being sucked further into the building's structure. But Yoda was not done. The Jedi Master, with a swift motion, directed the Force push to its maximum, and in an astonishing display of power, both Gojo and the entire building were lifted off the ground, hurled into the sky as if they weighed nothing.
As the building soared upwards, Gojo's laughter echoed through the air. "KUhuhu... Ahahahahaha!" His amusement was genuine, as if he were enjoying a ride rather than a fierce battle. With a quick movement, he drew his Reishi broadsword, and with one decisive slash, cut the building into four massive pieces. The debris scattered in all directions, raining down like falling meteors.
"Limitless: Blue," Gojo intoned, a confident gleam in his eyes. But instead of targeting Yoda directly, he manipulated the technique to affect the six nearby buildings around Yoda. The gravitational pull of his Limitless: Blue created a powerful vortex, and the buildings began to collapse inward, their massive structures bending and twisting as they were yanked off their foundations.
The towering edifices, under Gojo's control, hurtled toward Yoda from all sides, threatening to crush the diminutive Jedi Master under tons of debris.
Yoda's eyes narrowed. He could sense the shift in the air, feel the immense force that was pulling the buildings toward him. Acting quickly, he raised his lightsaber, and with a wave of his hand, he created a protective Force barrier around himself. The buildings, now speeding like missiles, crashed against the barrier with tremendous force, their impact resonating through the air.
Yet Yoda stood firm, his expression intense but calm, focusing all his energy on maintaining the barrier against the onslaught of collapsing structures. The ground beneath him trembled, but he held his ground.
Gojo's grin widened even more. "Impressive, Master Yoda! Using the Force to shield against that... I wonder how long you can keep this up!" His eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the Jedi Master withstand the tremendous force of his attack.
Yoda, maintaining his barrier, spoke with a determined calmness. "Stronger than this, you must be, Gojo. Test me, you will, but unyielding, I remain."
The debris continued to smash against Yoda's barrier, the air thick with dust and energy. Gojo, ever the playful combatant, seemed to be savoring every second of the confrontation, waiting to see what Yoda would do next.
Should I use Force Sever? Yoda contemplated, feeling the immense pressure of Gojo's power against his barrier. Sever his connection to his abilities, maybe… or his infinite cursed energy… But…
He paused, the image of Gojo's mocking grin forming vividly in his mind. Fufu… Ahahahahaha! Now, you use your own technique to sever a connection, hmm? News flash, I have a cursed heart, Yoda!
A flicker of irritation crossed Yoda's face at the thought. Hmph, smug he will be, and taunting… Yoda quickly dismissed the idea, his mind shifting to another possibility.
Wait… that mountain… His eyes narrowed slightly, catching sight of the towering peak in the distance.( Mount Mitake)... Use that, I could… Gojo's barrier not active now… If the mountain's force I channel… Hit him, it might!
A subtle smirk played on Yoda's lips as he formulated the plan in his mind. Cunning, this could be… unexpected, it will be… Try, I must.
His grip tightened on his lightsaber, preparing for the move. Think you are ready for this, do you, Gojo? Hmmm… Soon, we shall see.
High above, Gojo floated in the sky, his playful demeanor not wavering for a moment. "Well, I might as well finish this," he murmured to himself, preparing four Sankt Bogen with 24 Heilig Pfeil (holy arrows). This time, without waiting, he released all of the arrows at once, each one slicing through the air with deadly precision.
As the arrows entered the cloud of dust surrounding Yoda, something unexpected happened—12 of the arrows were shot back at Gojo, deflected with expert precision. Gojo, unfazed, swiftly cut them down mid-air, his smile widening as he realized what had happened. "Tutaminis, huh? Not bad…" He then noticed something else. "Ooh, that's not looking good…"
Suddenly, the massive form of Mount Mitake hurtled through the sky, aimed directly at him. Yoda, from below, declared with confidence, "This is my win."
For a brief moment, Gojo's expression flickered with surprise. The mountain's immense size loomed over him, its shadow engulfing the sky as it closed in with tremendous speed. Gojo felt the impact of the mountain pinning him down, the crushing force pressing against his body, locking him in place.
Yet, even as he was pinned, Gojo's smile played on his lips. Ah, Yoda… always the clever one.. His mind raced, and his surroundings began to close in further. The rocks and landmasses gathered around him, forming a colossal sphere—a makeshift prison similar to the Chibaku Tensei technique. Gojo glanced around in sudden realization, his voice tinged with incredulous amusement. "Did Yoda just try to imprison me… like what Pain, the Akatsuki leader, did to Naruto?"
Below, Yoda continued to manipulate the stones and earth, drawing them together to fully encase Gojo. The sphere tightened, solidifying Yoda's triumph. "Imprisoned you are, Gojo. My win, this is," Yoda proclaimed, his voice filled with triumph.
However, Gojo was far from defeated. Without warning, he conjured an ethereal arm outside his rocky confinement, glowing with a ghostly light. Beside it, a giant ethereal mouth appeared, snarling as if ready to devour reality itself. Although his Malevolent Shrine was disabled due to Sukuna being sealed at the deepest level, Gojo still had another option.
"World Dismantle… still available…" Gojo's eyes narrowed, his voice low but charged with intense focus. He began to chant, his words imbued with an eerie power. "Scale of dragon… recoil… twin meteor… World Dismantle!"
A crimson light surged from the ethereal arm as Gojo activated the technique. The "Dismantle" ability erupted, slicing through the massive rocky prison that Yoda had constructed, splitting it into two colossal halves with a clean cut. In the process, the immense force severed Gojo's own left arm, causing him to wince slightly at the unintended self-inflicted damage. The unleashed energy did not stop at the confines of the prison; it continued to expand outward, tearing through the fabric of Gojo's non-lethal domain.
The devastating rift extended beyond the Grand Convocation Chamber, carving a jagged scar through the external walls of the Senate building. The entire structure trembled as the shockwaves of Gojo's technique reverberated, leaving senators and Jedi alike stunned and awed by the display of raw power.
Hovering amidst the aftermath, Gojo looked down at Yoda, still smiling despite the loss of his arm. His voice echoed with a mix of amusement and challenge. "So, Master Yoda… what do you think of my 'win'?"
Yoda gazed up at Gojo, his expression calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of realization at the sheer scale of Gojo's capabilities. "Unexpected, this is… but over, it is not…" Yoda replied, his voice steady, yet tinged with the weight of what had just transpired.
From the sidelines, Mace Windu watched with intense focus, his eyes narrowing as he observed the blue arrows Gojo had created earlier. Windu began forming a similar shape in his hand, testing the energy. "Qui-Gon," he called out, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern, "Gojo never used anything like these blue arrows on Tatooine, right?"
Qui-Gon Jinn, standing nearby, shook his head, still amazed at the display before him. "No, Master Windu. Even if he created something with a blue hue, it was always his 'Limitless Blue' technique… but not these arrows. This… this is different."
Obi-Wan Kenobi, standing beside them, crossed his arms, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "All these abilities he's showing now… probably something he came up with after getting stabbed or during those 17 hours real time. It's ridiculous… he's able to create strange worlds, pocket dimensions like this 'non-lethal domain,' and at this age, and so fast!" Obi-Wan shook his head in disbelief, the absurdity of it all striking him.
Kit Fisto, listening closely, added in a low voice, "Too fast… His growth is too fast. It's as if he's adapting and evolving with each breath."
Yaddle nodded in agreement, her expression contemplative. Growing, he is… but unnaturally so. The Force, or something else, guides him? Troubling, this is… Her thoughts were filled with concern as she pondered the implications of Gojo's rapid development.
Suddenly, the non-lethal domain started to crumble, the walls of the space cracking and fading. Mace Windu shouted, "This world is starting to fall apart!"
Qui-Gon realized what was happening. "It must be his 'World Dismantle.' If it can make a permanent scar on Tatooine, it's probably capable of destroying this non-lethal domain."
Obi-Wan, sensing the instability of the ground beneath them, turned to Qui-Gon with a faint smile. "Master Qui-Gon, if we fall into the abyss… it's been an honor serving with you."
Gojo's voice rang out, echoing through the collapsing domain. "Hey, everyone! If this domain falls, we'll only get transported back to where we left off!"
The Jedi Masters calmed down as they processed Gojo's words, quickly concluding that if the non-lethal domain was destroyed, they would simply be returned to the streets of Coruscant.
Yoda, ever composed, turned his attention back to Gojo. "That 'World Dismantle'… it cut your left hand. Can you still fight?" he asked, a playful grin forming on his face.
Gojo, with his usual confidence, shrugged off the concern. "Nah, I'd still win." He grinned back, clearly relishing the challenge.
As the non-lethal domain crumbled, the Jedi Masters felt a rush of air as their surroundings shifted. Kit Fisto, Mace Windu, Yaddle, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Agen Kolar, and Saesee Tiin found themselves standing on the streets of Coruscant near the Great Rotunda. The transition was sudden but smooth, confirming Gojo's earlier assurance.
Before them, Gojo and Yoda stood in the open, each preparing for what appeared to be the final round of their duel. Gojo had switched from his reishi broadsword to the formidable Arm of Darkness, its dark energy pulsing with barely contained power. Yoda observed him carefully, the green blade of his lightsaber glowing bright against the dim streetlights of Coruscant.
"Looks like this is the final event," Yoda remarked in right grammar , his voice calm yet filled with anticipation.
"Yeah," Gojo responded with a grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's finish this."
The two combatants leapt toward each other, their speed almost incomprehensible to the onlookers. Gojo's Arm of Darkness met Yoda's lightsaber with a resounding CLASH, sparks flying from the collision of energies. Despite the disadvantage of having only his right hand, Gojo began to demonstrate an unexpected display of skill, transitioning through all seven forms of lightsaber combat with fluid grace.
He started with Shii-Cho (Form I), using his remaining arm to parry and block Yoda's initial strikes. His movements were smooth and methodical, the basic form allowing him to conserve energy and compensate for the loss of his left arm. His understanding of the form's simplicity and efficiency made the older Jedi Master smile in appreciation.
Without missing a beat, Gojo transitioned to Makashi (Form II), the elegant fencing style. His stance became more refined, and his single-handed strikes were precise, aimed to outmaneuver Yoda's defense. With only his right hand, Gojo's balance and footwork became even more crucial, his movements fluid and calculated. Yoda countered with deft movements, recognizing the subtlety and finesse in Gojo's attacks, and nodded approvingly.
Gojo then shifted into Soresu (Form III), the defensive form. Moving into a defensive posture, he deflected Yoda's rapid strikes with calm and measured precision, using minimal movement to conserve his strength. Even with just one arm, his mastery of defense showed discipline and patience, causing Yoda's eyes to narrow with approval.
Quickly, Gojo's style became more aggressive as he transitioned into Ataru (Form IV). Despite the loss of his left arm, he launched into an acrobatic assault, using powerful jumps and flips to strike from above, pressing Yoda to increase his agility and speed in response. Yoda, smiling, met each attack with nimble dexterity, spinning and flipping with an agility that defied his age, avoiding Gojo's strikes with grace.
Switching tactics again, Gojo seamlessly moved into Djem So (Form V), using strength-based attacks to press Yoda back. His right hand swung with tremendous force, every strike a powerful, sweeping motion that sought to overwhelm Yoda's defenses. For a moment, it seemed like Yoda might buckle, but the Jedi Master remained resolute, standing his ground with unparalleled skill, a spark of pride in his eyes.
Gojo continued into Niman (Form VI), combining elements of all the previous forms with his unique abilities. Even with one arm, he executed creative moves, mixing Force-enhanced strikes and unpredictable footwork. Yoda noticed the blend of styles, recognizing Gojo's willingness to adapt and innovate, and saw the brilliance in his improvisation.
Finally, Gojo entered Juyo (Form VII), the most unpredictable and aggressive form, his strikes becoming almost chaotic in nature, filled with power and intensity. His single-arm attacks were rapid and relentless, defying the limitation of his lost limb. Yoda, however, did not falter. His eyes twinkled with admiration, sensing the controlled fury and determination in Gojo's attacks.
Gojo, despite the handicap, fought with an intensity that showed no hesitation, wielding his Arm of Darkness with his right hand, every movement a testament to his resolve. "Impressed, Master Yoda?" he called out with a grin, his voice carrying across the battleground. "Even with just one arm… I'm not holding back!"
Yoda, still maintaining his calm demeanor, replied with a nod of respect, "Proud, I am… One so powerful, willing to learn and adapt, you are. A true warrior's spirit, you have…"
Gojo's smile widened further, a sense of mutual respect forming between them. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget," he declared, charging forward once more, his single arm moving like a blur, each strike carrying the weight of his immense power and determination.
Yoda met him head-on, his lightsaber glowing brightly, ready to match Gojo's every move, knowing this duel was a test not just of skill, but of spirit and respect. The final clash would be a battle of equals, each pushing the other to their very limits.
As Gojo and Yoda continued their intense duel, Obi-Wan Kenobi stood among the gathered Jedi, watching in sheer disbelief. "Did he just… master all the lightsaber forms? And so recently, too, when he was explaining his knowledge about them, right?"
Mace Windu, finally exasperated, threw his hands up in surrender. "That's it. We're putting a blindfold on Gojo every time he wants to visit the Jedi Temple."
Qui-Gon Jinn chuckled, shaking his head. "His dark glasses are already like looking into a black hole. I tried them on once… and he can still see even with his eyes closed."
Mace Windu groaned, "Then we just ban him from Coruscant altogether."
Yaddle chimed in with a knowing smile, "But reappear, he can… all of a sudden, right?"
Mace, rubbing his temples as if a headache was forming, muttered, "Great. So, we ban him, he sneaks in. We blindfold him, he still sees. What's next? We send him to the Unknown Regions, and he sends us a postcard?"
Obi-Wan laughed, "A postcard that says, 'Having a great time, learned five more techniques. See you soon!'"
Mace sighed dramatically, "At this point, I'd not be surprised if he opened a Jedi training camp on Tatooine and invited us all over for tea."
The group erupted in laughter, amused despite themselves. Even amidst the tension of the duel, Gojo had a way of bringing out the unexpected in everyone.
As the final battle approached its climax, Yoda's expression grew serious, and his aura intensified. He took a deep breath and activated Force Valor to its maximum potential, channeling the Force to enhance his physical abilities, speed, and agility far beyond their normal limits. His small frame seemed to glow with a brilliant, ethereal light, as if the Force itself were bending around him. Yoda entered a stance that was unique to him, a form he had developed over centuries: Juyo-Kai, the "Form of the Unyielding Spirit."
This form combined the unpredictability of Juyo (Form VII) with the refined control of Soresu (Form III), designed to overwhelm an opponent with a relentless barrage of attacks while maintaining an impenetrable defense. It required immense mastery of the Force, balance, and agility to execute. Yoda's movements became a whirlwind of precise strikes and counters, each one faster and stronger than the last. His lightsaber hummed with power, its green blade flickering like a living flame.
With a sudden burst of speed, Yoda lunged forward toward Gojo, aiming to end the duel with a decisive strike. His form was flawless, his energy focused, and for a moment, it seemed like he would succeed.
But in that moment, Yoda made a single, critical mistake—underestimating Gojo's unpredictability.
Gojo, observing Yoda's enhanced speed and strength, waited for the perfect moment. As Yoda's lightsaber came hurtling toward him, Gojo activated his Arm of Darkness: Rift Slip. Instead of fully dodging, Gojo allowed the attack to connect, but with a twist—using the Rift Slip, he manipulated space and time to let the strike phase through him without causing any real harm. Time seemed to slow, almost stopping for a moment, as the Arm of Darkness distorted reality around them.
For 5 seconds, time appeared to halt, but Gojo, using his vast reserve of cursed energy, extended this to 35 seconds. Within this pocket of frozen time, Gojo moved swiftly, reaching out and grabbing Yoda's wrist with his free hand.
"Got you," Gojo whispered, his voice calm but filled with triumph.
He activated Force Breaker ( since force breaker is made for someone like yoda ) , severing Yoda's connection to the Force temporarily. Simultaneously, he deployed Curse Zone: Limited, a technique that depleted Yoda's reserves of Force energy and severed his connection to the Force entirely for five seconds. In that brief moment, Yoda felt his strength drain, his connection to the Force flickering and fading.
As time returned to its normal flow, Gojo released his grip and stepped back, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I told you, Master Yoda… I would win."
Yoda stumbled back slightly, feeling the sudden loss of power. But instead of frustration, a gentle smile crossed his face, his eyes filled with respect and admiration. "Win, you did," Yoda acknowledged softly, his voice filled with calm acceptance. "Learned much, we both have."
Gojo nodded, his expression softening. "Indeed. It was an honor, Master Yoda."
Yoda's smile deepened, "Honor, mine… to face one such as you."
The battle ended not in anger or resentment, but in mutual respect—
As Gojo and Yoda stepped back, the other Jedi Masters stood stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief and amazement. The battle had been intense, and Gojo had demonstrated extraordinary skill, but the reality of what had just happened began to sink in—Gojo Satoru had defeated Master Yoda with only one arm.
Yaddle was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and respect. "With one arm, he did it… Unbelievable, it is… Gojo Satoru… truly, the strongest he may be."
Obi-Wan, still trying to process what he had witnessed, muttered under his breath, "He mastered all lightsaber forms in mere moments… and defeated Master Yoda with just one hand. This is… beyond anything I've ever seen."
Mace Windu, who had been skeptical of Gojo from the beginning, slowly shook his head, a rare smile forming on his lips. "I've faced countless warriors… but this… Gojo Satoru truly lives up to his reputation. The strongest indeed."
Qui-Gon Jinn nodded in agreement, his voice filled with admiration. "I've sensed something unique in him since the beginning, but to see it like this… his power is beyond comprehension."
Kit Fisto, always one to appreciate skill and courage, chuckled in amazement. "With one arm, against Master Yoda, no less! I think we've just witnessed history, my friends."
Agen Kolar, still stunned, spoke up, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and respect. "We knew he was powerful… but this? This is something else entirely. No wonder he's called 'the strongest.'"
Saesee Tiin, his usually stern expression softened with surprise, added, "His strength… his technique… his resolve… unmatched. We've never faced anything like him."
Mace Windu, regaining his composure, finally sighed dramatically. "Alright, alright… I take it back. No blindfolds, no bans… Let's just make sure we never face him with one arm tied behind his back… because clearly, that doesn't help at all."
The group burst into laughter, the tension from the battle easing, even as they all realized the magnitude of what had just occurred. Gojo Satoru, even with just one arm, had proven himself against the greatest Jedi Master in the galaxy—solidifying his place as truly the strongest.
In the Queen's chamber at the Senate building, where Padmé, Suzunami, Yukinami, Reika, Anakin, and Ahsoka are present
In the Queen's chamber, the air was tense with a mixture of curiosity, concern, and unspoken feelings. Padmé, her face betraying the depth of her worry, finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with fear and a hint of desperation. "So… did Gojo pull off another life-threatening binding vow that caused him to have three pupils in each eye?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers, unable to hide the affection she felt for him.
Suzunami, standing with a somber expression, nodded slightly. "He got stabbed," he began, his voice calm yet heavy with the weight of what he was about to reveal. "But then… something happened. Darkness… it enveloped everything in the Jedi Temple." His eyes widened as he recalled the memory, his tone tinged with disbelief. "The darkness… it grew eyes, many eyes, but it didn't attack us."
Yukinami, standing close beside her brother, her expression filled with worry, quickly added, "It went straight to Sensei. He… he lost his heart again and his arm this time. But then, suddenly, the darkness made him disappear, and he started to materialize out of nowhere… with a liquid darkness and multiple eyes all over him. And… the wounds he had—they were gone. But…" Her voice trembled slightly, tears glistening in her eyes, "He had three pupils in each eye…"
Padmé's heart clenched at Yukinami's words. Her face tightened with concern, trying to grasp the magnitude of what they were describing. "Three pupils… in each eye?" she repeated softly, almost as if she couldn't quite believe it herself. She reached out to touch Yukinami's shoulder, sharing in her worry and fear. "What could drive him to this…?" she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.
Reika, who had been standing silently, her eyes filled with anxiety, finally spoke up, her voice wavering. "He's always been reckless… but this… this is beyond even him." She clenched her fists, clearly fighting back her own tears. "I should have been there… maybe I could have stopped him from doing something so dangerous."
Padmé glanced at Reika and Yukinami, seeing her own fears reflected in their eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "We all care for him… in our own way," she began, her voice soft but determined. "But how do we help someone who seems determined to face everything alone?"
Yukinami nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "He's always been like that… thinking he has to bear everything by himself… but we can't let him. Not anymore."
Reika wiped away a tear, her expression hardening with resolve. "We just have to find a way to reach him… to show him he doesn't have to face this alone."
Padmé's face grew more determined, her earlier concern giving way to a steely resolve. "Alright," she said firmly, "it's time to uncover the truth. Since my burden has been lightened, I need to understand this fully." Her gaze shifted sharply to Suzunami and Yukinami. "Who is Sukuna, and how dangerous is he?"
Suzunami took a deep breath, preparing to explain. "Sukuna… he's an entity of unimaginable power," he began, his voice steady but grave. "In Gojo's world, they call him the 'King of Curses.' He's not just a powerful being—he's a living calamity, capable of destruction that defies all logic."
He continued, his expression darkening. "Sukuna's appearance is… unsettling. He has four arms and four eyes, with a twisted smile that never fades. There's a plate-like structure on the left side of his face, and… two mouths—the second one is right on his stomach." Suzunami shuddered slightly, recalling the terrifying figure. "He's a force that commands both fear and reverence. His ruthlessness and strength are legendary."
Suzunami pointed toward the sky, as if envisioning the cosmic scar. "You know that scar in space above Tatooine? That's Sukuna's doing. When he appeared through Gojo, his power was so immense, it left a permanent mark in the stars—a wound in the fabric of reality itself."
Yukinami, sensing the growing tension, added quietly, "And Sukuna isn't just some distant threat. He's… he's inside Sensei's body, trying to take over him. But so far, Sensei has managed to hold him back."
Reika's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, trying to process what she had just heard. "Inside his body…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You mean… Gojo is fighting this monster from within himself?"
Suzunami nodded solemnly. "Yes. Every moment, Gojo is fighting Sukuna's influence. It's like a battle inside his own soul."
Padmé's heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed the revelation. Gojo is battling such darkness inside… and yet he still smiles, still fights for others. She felt a surge of admiration, mixed with a deep sense of worry. "Then we need to find a way to help him," she declared, her voice resolute. "He can't face this alone… not anymore."
Just as Padmé finished speaking, a mysterious presence filled the chamber. The air grew thick, and a faint, eerie hum echoed through the room. Suddenly, a figure materialized—the enigmatic stand known as Wonder of U.
"Not exactly," Wonder of U interjected smoothly, its voice a calm, almost soothing contrast to the tension in the room. "I did tell you about Sukuna, Suzunami, Yukinami, but not the full story." Its form seemed to flicker slightly, as if it were not entirely in the same reality. "Master Satoru chose this path when he fought an ancient darkness," Wonder of U continued, deliberately avoiding naming Abeloth directly, though Padmé's eyes narrowed slightly—she already knew of Abeloth from the footage Gojo had shown her of their battle.
Wonder of U continued, "During that battle, Gojo ate one of Sukuna's fingers. That's why he has Sukuna within him now. You see, each of Sukuna's fingers contains a part of his soul. Gojo has consumed all 20 of them in total."
Reika's eyes widened further in disbelief. "But… why? Why would he eat 20 of those cursed fingers? Isn't one enough?"
Wonder of U's eyes, or what passed for them, seemed to twinkle with a strange light. "He needed all 20 fingers to increase his power," it replied calmly. "When Gojo fought the Ancient Darkness ( abeloth spawn ) in space, the chances of winning were only 20%... even with his abilities. To increase his chances, he made a binding vow: 'I will eat your 20 fingers in exchange for your knowledge and the secrets of your Malevolent Shrine, Sukuna.' That's what he said."
Yukinami's breath hitched, her eyes wide with fear. "But that means…" she whispered, her voice shaky, "he's constantly walking a tightrope, keeping Sukuna at bay while still using his power."
Padmé's heart sank at the thought. Though she didn't fully understand what the Malevolent Shrine was, she felt a deep worry for Gojo. "So, he's fighting a battle on two fronts," she murmured, "against the enemies outside… and the one within him." Her hands clenched into fists, her concern growing deeper. "And now the barrier that keeps Sukuna's soul from reuniting with its fragments… it's cracking?"
Wonder of U nodded. "Indeed, the barrier is weakening… due to unknown circumstances. Gojo is using all his might to hold it together, but the cracks are growing."
Reika's expression tightened, her heart aching with both fear and frustration. "Why does he have to do this alone? Why take on such a burden—" She paused, tears filling her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Why does he always feel like he has to face everything on his own?" She, too, didn't understand the details of the Malevolent Shrine, but her love for Gojo made her feel every risk he took deeply.
Suddenly, Wonder of U interjected, "I have new information since Master Satoru and I are connected, although there's a slight delay. His barrier is fixed."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. Even Anakin, who had been quietly taking in the conversation, exhaled heavily, murmuring, "Idiot sensei," with a mixture of affection and exasperation. He didn't know exactly what the Malevolent Shrine was either, but he knew enough about Gojo's reckless nature.
But Wonder of U continued, "However, the Malevolent Shrine is sealed."
Suzunami looked puzzled, his brow furrowing. "Huh?"
Yukinami's eyes filled with fresh worry. "Oh no… Sensei is going to pull another binding vow, isn't he? Just to get the shrine back?"
Padmé's heart clenched at the thought, even though she had no idea what the Malevolent Shrine truly was. Her feelings for Gojo surged within her. "Gojo… always risking himself like this…" Her voice trembled with emotion. "Why can't he see how much he means to us?"
Reika, her tears now flowing freely, nodded. "He's always been reckless… but this… this is too much. I don't want him to keep doing this to himself," she whispered, not fully understanding the shrine but knowing Gojo was taking another dangerous path.
Yukinami's voice was filled with urgency and a hint of desperation. "He's trying to protect everyone, but who's protecting him?"
Padmé, Reika, and Yukinami exchanged a look of shared determination. They knew they had to find a way to reach Gojo, to make him understand he didn't have to face everything alone. Their love for him only intensified their resolve to be by his side.
Anakin, sensing the depth of their emotions, softened his tone. "He's not just an 'idiot sensei'… he's someone worth fighting for."
Suddenly, Ahsoka, who had been standing quietly, observing the intensity of the conversation, finally spoke up. "I'm confused," she admitted, looking around at the others with a slightly perplexed expression. "Why am I even here? What's going on with all this talk about fingers, curses, and… malevolent shrines?"
Anakin turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ahsoka, you're here because Gojo is… well, let's just say, he's a special kind of 'trouble' that pulls everyone in, whether they like it or not."
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. "So, what exactly is this Malevolent Shrine? And why does it sound like another crazy thing he got himself involved in?"
Reika, still wiping her tears, tried to explain, "i don't really know what the Malevolent Shrine is, either. But whatever it is, it's something incredibly dangerous that Gojo is trying to access, probably for some crazy reason only he understands."
Padmé, her frustration growing, turned sharply to Wonder of U. "You know about the Malevolent Shrine, don't you?" she demanded, her voice rising. "Then tell us what it is!"
Wonder of U looked at her calmly, its expression unfazed by Padmé's intensity. "I can't tell you that," it replied, its voice smooth and unyielding. "And Suzunami, Yukinami, you too are not allowed to speak of it. Gojo has shown the Malevolent Shrine to you both, but it's not your place to explain. It is time for Gojo Satoru himself to reveal what he has kept from his mouth."
Padmé's frustration deepened, her brow furrowing. "Fine," she muttered, her tone defiant. "I will ask Gojo Satoru myself." She glanced at Reika, who nodded, her face still streaked with tears but determined.
Reika added, "Me too… I want to hear it from him. I want to know what he's hiding and why he feels he has to carry this burden alone."
Suzunami and Yukinami exchanged a glance and then nodded in agreement, choosing to obey Wonder of U's directive and remain silent. They understood Gojo had his reasons, but their concern for him lingered heavily in their hearts.
Suddenly, the sound of heavy marching footsteps echoed through the chamber as a swarm of Trade Federation droids appeared, ready to storm the Grand Convocation Chamber. Queen Amidala (Sabe in disguise) quickly assessed the situation, her face tight with urgency. "We need to move, everyone!" she commanded. "The Trade Federation is audacious enough to attack the Galactic Republic directly—we can't stay here!"
Anakin's eyes widened in panic. "Oh no, we need to get my mo—"
Before he could finish, a familiar voice shouted, "I'm here, Ani!" Shmi's voice echoed through the chamber, and everyone turned to see her waving from inside a bizarre object—a turtle stand named Coco Jumbo, with a small door open on its side.
The group stared in confusion at the strange sight of Shmi inside what appeared to be a small, turtle-shaped vehicle with a stand-like appearance. The peculiar object—Coco Jumbo—was casually held in Wonder of U's grasp, its tiny door open, revealing an impossibly spacious interior.
"There's no time to explain!" Wonder of U interjected urgently, its voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Jump into the turtle—think of it as a mobile vehicle!"
With no other options and the droid army quickly approaching, the group agreed. They hurriedly jumped into the turtle, one by one, squeezing inside the peculiar space of Coco Jumbo. Anakin, Padmé, Reika, Suzunami, Yukinami, Ahsoka, and Sabe quickly followed, fitting into the cramped but surprisingly spacious interior.
As the last of them climbed in, Wonder of U moved swiftly, reaching down to pick up the turtle. With a casual yet calculated motion, it tucked Coco Jumbo inside its clothes, the small stand disappearing into the folds of its cloak.
Wonder of U, now carrying the group hidden within the turtle, glanced out toward the advancing Trade Federation droid army. A menacing grin spread across its face. "What calamity will fall upon our enemies now?" it mused aloud, its voice a low, almost taunting whisper.
The atmosphere seemed to grow heavier around them, as if the very air anticipated the imminent disaster. The droids, oblivious to the hidden threat within Wonder of U's grasp, continued their advance, completely unaware that they were now at the mercy of the mysterious force that had just claimed them as its target.
In the Grand Convocation Chamber, the situation was rapidly deteriorating. Palpatine's meticulous plans were falling apart, all thanks to Darth Plagueis's unexpected interference, which had pushed Gojo Satoru into a frenzy. Gojo's torturous display with Pong Krell, broadcast live to the entire Senate, had inadvertently bolstered Naboo's independence claim from the Republic. The assassination attempt on both Gojo and Queen Amidala had failed miserably, leaving Palpatine in a precarious position.
Amidst the turmoil, Palpatine's expression remained controlled, his mind racing to find a way to turn this chaotic situation to his advantage. With a subtle movement, he signaled to Senator Orn Free Taa, a trusted ally. Taa, picking up on the signal, immediately rose to his feet, his large frame towering over the other senators.
Clearing his throat, Senator Taa began in a loud, authoritative voice, "I am Senator Taa, a long-time friend and colleague of Senator Palpatine." His tone was filled with carefully measured outrage. "And I stand here today deeply disappointed by the chaos that has been allowed to unfold in this chamber!" He gestured broadly at the holographic screens still displaying Gojo's brutal display.
"The Supreme Chancellor has allowed this body to be reduced to nothing more than a stage for anarchy," Taa continued, his voice gaining intensity. "The independence of Naboo, a member of this Republic, has been declared without any action from our leadership!"
He paused, letting his words sink in, then turned his gaze sharply toward Chancellor Valorum. "It is with a heavy heart that I must call for a vote of no confidence in Chancellor Valorum's leadership!" His declaration rang through the chamber, echoing against the walls, causing a ripple of gasps and murmurs among the senators.
The Grand Convocation Chamber buzzed with tension, senators shifting anxiously in their seats, while Palpatine observed with a hidden smile. Senator Taa's call for a vote of no confidence had sent ripples of doubt through the room. Voices were raised in heated argument, whispers spread like wildfire; the atmosphere was charged with uncertainty. It seemed, finally, that Palpatine's carefully sown seeds of dissent were starting to bear fruit.
But just as the momentum began to build in his favor, a sudden, thunderous explosion shook the chamber. The massive doors to the Grand Convocation Chamber were blown apart, sending a cloud of smoke and debris into the room. Senators gasped and recoiled in shock and fear as the dust settled, revealing battalions of Trade Federation droids pouring in, their weapons raised and ready to fire.
Panic surged through the chamber. Senators ducked for cover, terrified murmurs spreading like wildfire. Chancellor Valorum, his face a mix of shock and outrage, stood and shouted over the noise, "What is the meaning of this, Senator Lott Dod?" His voice echoed through the hall, desperate for an answer.
Senator Lott Dod, representing the Trade Federation, stood calmly amidst the chaos, his expression cold and unyielding. "The viceroy must change," he declared with a sneer. "The Republic has failed to protect our interests, and we are taking action to secure our own!"
Palpatine's expression tightened, a flicker of frustration passing through his otherwise composed demeanor. His plan had been so close to fruition, with the Senate beginning to turn against Valorum, and now this unforeseen assault by the Trade Federation threatened to unravel everything. He muttered to himself, "Damn it," his voice barely audible. "He's gone maniacal… too soon." The realization that his master, Darth Plagueis, was acting on his own had thrown all his plans into disarray.
The droids moved further into the chamber, corralling the senators and forming a perimeter around the entire assembly. One droid raised its blaster, its mechanical voice booming, "Attention, Senators! You are now under the control of the Trade Federation. Remain seated, and no one will be harmed."
Prince Bail Organa, his voice filled with defiance, stood up. "This is outrageous! You have no authority here!"
Senator Lott Dod turned to him with a mocking smile. "Authority? The Republic has no authority to speak of! Your Supreme Chancellor has failed, and now we will determine our own future."
Another senator, Mon Mothma, looked towards Valorum with concern. "Chancellor, we must act swiftly. We cannot allow this to stand."
Valorum, visibly shaken, glanced toward the senators, "I… I—" he stammered, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.
Senator Bail Antilles of Alderaan, furious, shouted, "This is an act of war! The Trade Federation has crossed a line—"
Senator Lott Dod cut him off sharply, "Call it what you will, Senator. But the Trade Federation will not be subject to a failed Republic any longer."
The room erupted into a cacophony of voices—some shouting in outrage, others crying in fear. The tension was palpable, the senators realizing they were all now hostages in the very heart of the Republic.
Palpatine, though frustrated, quickly masked his emotions, knowing he had to adapt to this new situation. His eyes darted around the chamber, gauging the responses of his fellow senators. He needed to find a way to turn this unexpected disaster into yet another opportunity, even as chaos threatened to consume the Senate.
Suddenly, a blinding slash appeared through the chamber—a rift formed in the very fabric of space, slicing the rotunda in two. The cut was clean, precise, and impossible, leaving a scar that seemed to float in mid-air, distorting the view of the Grand Convocation Chamber. The senators stared in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they tried to comprehend the bizarre phenomenon before them.
"What in the name of the Force is that?" Prince Bail Organa exclaimed, his voice tinged with both fear and awe.
Mon Mothma stared at the scar, her eyes narrowing in shock. "It's… like a tear in space itself," she whispered, unable to fathom what she was seeing.
Chancellor Valorum, shaken by the sight, muttered, "A scar… in reality itself. What power could create such a rift?"
Senator Lott Dod, unfazed by the strange occurrence, pressed on with his agenda, his voice rising above the murmurs. "Regardless of these tricks, the Trade Federation is now in control! The Republic's weakness is laid bare, and we will no longer be governed by its failures!"
Palpatine, meanwhile, observed the scar with a calculating gaze, masking his growing frustration. The unexpected appearance of the rift had further complicated matters, adding another layer of chaos to an already volatile situation. But he knew that amidst the confusion, opportunities would arise. And if there was one thing Palpatine excelled at, it was exploiting chaos to his advantage.
Padmé and her group were notably absent, having been evacuated with the help of Wonder of U, safely out of the chamber's escalating turmoil. As the senators struggled to grasp the enormity of the situation, Palpatine's mind was already at work, seeking the next move in a game that had just taken a very unpredictable turn.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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