Capítulo 65: Honored Soul King
Floating amidst the vast expanse of space, Gojo Satoru surveyed the aftermath of his battle with Plagueis, where the dark space scar remained—a silent testament to the devastating power of his Indra Arrow. He could feel the lingering energies of the clash, the echoes of destruction still resonating in the void. His four-pupil Rikugan eyes shimmered with an ethereal light as he contemplated the spectacle before him. Then, a familiar prompt from his quest system appeared, drawing his attention:
[Quest Completed!]
Main Quest:
Kill Plagueis and all of his Sith clones and forms.
Objective: Eradicate Plagueis and all variations of his Sith manifestations to cement your dominance.
Status : Completed
Reward : Throne of the Honored Soul King
Gojo grinned as the message confirmed his triumph. Suddenly, behind him, the throne began to materialize—an awe-inspiring structure of divine and arcane design. The throne was a grand, celestial seat, carved from what seemed to be both obsidian and luminescent crystal, radiating an otherworldly glow that oscillated between light and shadow. Spiraling patterns of ancient runes and inscriptions adorned its towering backrest, which arched towards the cosmos like the wings of a celestial being. At its apex, a radiant orb pulsated, surrounded by swirling rings of energy that moved in harmonious, rhythmic patterns, resembling a miniature galaxy. The steps leading up to the throne were etched with symbols that shimmered with every color of the spectrum, reflecting Gojo's vast array of powers.
As Gojo sat upon the Throne of the Honored Soul King, he felt a surge of unparalleled power coursing through him, an energy so potent it felt as though the entire universe had bent to his will. The throne conferred upon him numerous buffs, each elevating his already formidable abilities to god-like levels:
Absolute Domain Control: From his throne, Gojo could create and manipulate multiple domains simultaneously, each reflecting aspects of his myriad powers. These domains could be tailored to be either non-lethal, capturing and incapacitating foes without harm, or fiercely hostile, capable of trapping and neutralizing even the strongest adversaries with ease.
Reality Alteration (Wahrwelt Enhancement): Gojo's Wahrwelt was fully actualized, granting him the ability to alter the very fabric of reality within his domains. He could rewrite the laws of physics, bend time, and manipulate perception, making his will an inescapable truth within his realm.
Soul Commandment: As the new Soul King, Gojo wielded the power to command souls directly. He could manipulate, heal, or seal souls at his discretion, and even integrate or separate them as he pleased. This made him an unparalleled threat to any being with a soul, allowing him to bypass conventional defenses and strike at the core of his enemies.
Celestial Invocation: The throne connected Gojo to celestial energies, enabling him to summon and command celestial spirits akin to the manipulation of the zodiac through the Ars Paulina. These spirits could serve him in battle, acting as messengers, warriors, or shields against his enemies.
Enhanced Reality Perception: Gojo's omniscience within his domains reached an even greater pinnacle, allowing him to perceive and influence all potential outcomes with pinpoint accuracy. His foresight extended to such an extent that he could preemptively counter enemy actions, rendering their efforts futile.
Cursed Energy and Reiatsu Amplification: While seated upon the throne, Gojo's reserves of cursed energy and reiatsu were boundless. This amplification allowed him to sustain even the most taxing of his abilities indefinitely, blending cursed energy with reiatsu for destructive potential that could reshape the battlefield.
Barrier of the Honored King: A passive barrier surrounded Gojo at all times while on the throne, nullifying all threats—physical, magical, or spiritual. The barrier could reflect attacks back at their origin with double the force, making it not just a defense but a weapon in its own right.
Eternal Succession: As long as Gojo remained connected to the throne, his existence was eternal. His physical form could be destroyed, but his essence would remain anchored to the throne, allowing him to regenerate or reincarnate at will. This granted him a form of practical immortality, making him an ever-present force as long as the throne endured.
The Throne of the Honored Soul King was not merely a symbol of Gojo's dominion but a conduit for his vast and varied powers. It amplified his abilities to a level that transcended mortal comprehension, placing him at the apex of existence within his realm. Gojo, now seated upon his throne, grinned as he felt the full weight of his new status settle upon him—he was not just a sorcerer or a king; he was the supreme entity, a living legend, with command over all aspects of reality within his dominion.
As Gojo looked out into the vast expanse of space, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. His journey had brought him here, to this moment of unparalleled power, and he knew that from his throne, the possibilities were endless. "Let's see what else this universe has to offer," he mused, his grin widening, the throne glowing brighter behind him as if resonating with his thoughts.
With a flick of his wrist, Gojo began to experiment with his newfound powers, the throne amplifying his commands as he reshaped the cosmos around him. For Gojo Satoru, this was just the beginning of his reign as the Honored Soul King.
Gojo's gaze swept across the cosmic expanse from his newly claimed Throne of the Honored Soul King, feeling the intoxicating rush of his amplified powers. But for Gojo, the thrill of mere power was fleeting—he craved something more, something that would etch his name across the annals of history and shatter the limits of the universe itself.
With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned his quest system once more, a mischievous glint dancing in his Rikugan eyes as he crafted a new quest.
Main Quest: Break the Balance: Transcend
Objective: Reduce the Dark Side by 20%.
Reward: 10 Rings of Solomon
Gojo grinned, savoring the gravity of the challenge he had set for himself. This was not just a battle—it was a spectacle, a cosmic performance that would redefine the boundaries of power. He rose from his throne, his aura flaring with a divine radiance, as he began to weave his next act of defiance against the very fabric of the Force.
With an incantation that resonated through the depths of space, Gojo's voice took on an ethereal, commanding tone: "Raise them! Silver emblems, ashen meadows, circular path buried in light. Eye of agate, tongue of gold, skull cup, coffin of Adnyeus. The object we raise is your heart."
A massive, intricate circle manifested around Gojo and his throne, etched with countless sigils and runes that pulsed with an ancient, arcane power. The circle was a symphony of light and shadow, swirling with energies that spanned the spectrum of existence itself. Arcs of blue and silver lightning crackled along its perimeter, while tendrils of raw power surged upwards, intertwining and weaving a celestial tapestry around Gojo.
"AUSWAHLEN!" Gojo's voice thundered, his command echoing like a god's decree across the void. The circle erupted in a radiant blaze, emitting roots of pure, luminous energy that spiraled outward, searching for their destined targets with relentless precision.
The roots of light tore through the expanse, reaching across space with an eerie, unerring focus. They latched onto the fallen corpses of Plagueis and his 7 Sith forms, each one struck by a searing beam of blinding blue light. The illumination was blinding, a spectacle of cosmic proportions that ignited the heavens with its intensity. It was as if the stars themselves had converged, all focusing their brilliance on the Sith remains, consuming them in a dazzling inferno.
But Gojo's true intent was far beyond the mere desecration of corpses. His eyes glowed with an unholy light as he extended his influence further, targeting the very essence of the Dark Side itself. The roots of Auswählen snaked their way into the ethereal plane, piercing the shadowy tendrils of the Dark Side that wove through the galaxy. For a moment, the fabric of the Force quivered under Gojo's touch, the Dark Side recoiling as it was forced to yield a part of its domain.
Beams of blue light struck deep into the Dark Side, the energy roiling and churning as Gojo began to drain it, devouring twenty percent of its essence with ruthless efficiency. The once omnipresent darkness dimmed visibly, the blue light consuming and overriding it like a supernova overpowering a black hole. The ethereal winds howled in protest, the Dark Side's anguish echoing through the Force as it was diminished by Gojo's unrelenting assault.
"Be thankful to Revan," Gojo said, his voice dripping with mocking nonchalance. "I only devour twenty percent."
The spectacle that unfolded was breathtaking—a cosmic symphony of light and darkness, orchestrated by Gojo himself, the ultimate conductor of chaos and order. The blinding blue light of Auswählen struck at the very core of the Dark Side, tearing away chunks of its essence with a brutal, surgical precision. In this moment, Gojo had done more than merely inflict a wound; he had made the Dark Side bleed, asserting his dominance over a force that had influenced the galaxy for millennia.
As the blue light subsided, the Dark Side was left fractured and diminished, with twenty percent of its power consumed by the unrelenting flames of Auswählen. Hovering above his throne, Gojo radiated a triumphant glow—this wasn't just a victory, it was a declaration of supremacy. The balance of the galaxy was no longer dictated by the eternal struggle between Light and Dark; it now revolved around the whims of a single being who sat upon a throne forged from the very essence of reality.
Gojo's grin widened, savoring the reverberations of his actions as they echoed through the Force. The Sith, the Jedi, and all corners of the galaxy—none could ignore the seismic shift that had just occurred. The Honored Soul King had claimed his place, and the universe would never be the same again.
But Gojo wasn't finished. "Time to redistribute the Auswählen," he murmured, almost to himself. With a casual wave of his hand, he diverted five percent of the devoured Dark Side energy to Naboo and another five percent to Coruscant.
Meanwhile, in the Theed Palace on Naboo, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon watched the display with a mix of awe and disbelief.
"He did it," Obi-Wan said, his voice barely a whisper. "He actually devoured the Dark Side itself."
Qui-Gon nodded solemnly, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his mind. "This is no ordinary feat, Obi-Wan. Gojo has changed the fundamental dynamics of the Force."
Captain Panaka, observing the scene from a distance, felt a chill run down his spine. "So this is Auswählen… The terrifying ability that can devour even the Dark Side and the corpses of Sith clones. Unbelievable."
Padmé, standing nearby, watched with wide eyes. Her expression was a blend of pride and concern. Pride for Gojo's unparalleled might, but also worry for the collateral damage that had already scarred Coruscant. "Gojo's power is… astounding. But at what cost? Coruscant is in ruins. How do we reconcile this?"
Reika, standing beside Padmé, crossed her arms and smirked. "That's Gojo for you—always taking things to the extreme. He's not just playing by anyone's rules."
Yukinami nodded, her gaze fixed on the swirling energies in the sky. "But even for Sensei, this is on another level. He's not just fighting battles; he's rewriting the rules of the universe itself."
The air was thick with tension and unease as those in the palace grappled with the implications of Gojo's actions. His display of power had set a new precedent, one that would leave ripples throughout the galaxy and beyond. And as they all stood there, watching the remnants of the Dark Side's essence being reallocated, it became clear that Gojo's reign was just beginning—a reign that would test the very fabric of existence.
Suddenly, Anakin's voice broke the tense silence, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Is the roof becoming transparent, or are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
The group looked up to see the ceiling of the Theed Palace dissolving into transparency, revealing the vast sky above. Captain Panaka's face shifted from confusion to alarm. "This is bad, Your Majesty! Gojo is trying—"
Before he could finish, Padmé, and Sabé interrupted, each sharing their own insight into the unfolding spectacle.
"If Gojo wanted to use Auswählen on us, he would've done it when he was fighting Plagueis in space," Padmé said with conviction, her voice steady despite the uncertainty. "Instead, he used Auswählen on himself."
Sabé, still cautious of Gojo's unpredictable nature but trusting his intentions, added, "And he created a planetary shield around Naboo—not as an act of aggression, but as a form of protection. Gojo might be infuriating, but he doesn't betray his allies."
As their voices filled the chamber, the sky above Naboo erupted in a blinding blue light. A radiant shield enveloped the entire planet, casting a protective dome that shimmered with pure, refined energy. From this shield, a gentle, luminescent rain began to fall. Each drop sparkled like tiny sapphires, cascading softly and enveloping everyone it touched in a warm, invigorating glow.
Benefits of Gojo's Auswählen:
Planetary Shield: A nearly impenetrable barrier surrounded Naboo, shielding it from external threats. This energy field was capable of neutralizing and reflecting any attacks back to their source, acting as both a defense and a deterrent.
Restoration and Healing: The blue rain carried extraordinary healing properties, mending wounds and restoring vitality. It reached into the deepest injuries, healing both physical and spiritual damage, and providing a sense of renewed strength and wholeness.
Energy Replenishment: For those sensitive to the Force or cursed energy, the rain served as a powerful elixir, replenishing their reserves and enhancing their abilities. It invigorated them, pushing their capabilities beyond their normal limits.
Strengthened Defenses: The rain also fortified Naboo's infrastructure, reinforcing buildings and enhancing fortifications. It protected the planet itself, not just its inhabitants.
True Resurrection: Those who had fallen were revived, their bodies restored to perfect health. The Auswählen's light resurrected those deemed worthy, granting them a second chance at life.
Quincy Vollständig and Power Bestowal: Gojo's Auswählen bestowed the divine Quincy Vollständig form upon his closest allies—Padmé, Reika, Yukinami, and Suzunami. Their souls were touched by Gojo's power, granting them radiant wings and a glowing halo, marking them as the chosen. This transformation enhanced their strength exponentially, allowing them to fight alongside Gojo as equals.
Suzunami, who had been suffering from severe internal injuries due to the overexertion of his Domain Expansion, felt the rain's effects almost immediately. The searing pain in his body began to recede, replaced by a soothing, cool sensation that spread through his veins. He watched in awe as the rain repaired not just his superficial wounds but the deep internal damage that had threatened his life.
"I can feel it… This rain is reaching inside, healing even the worst of my injuries," Suzunami breathed, his voice filled with relief and wonder. "My Domain Expansion nearly destroyed me from the inside, but now… it's like every drop is restoring me, making me whole again."
He looked at his hands, marveling as the charred skin mended, the cracks closing as if they had never existed. "This isn't just healing; it's as if my body is being rebuilt, stronger than before."
Padmé watched Suzunami's transformation with a mix of awe and gratitude. Her own body began to change, a soft glow surrounding her as radiant wings sprouted from her back, and a halo formed above her head. "So this is Quincy Vollständig," she murmured, feeling the surge of power coursing through her. "The soul that Gojo implanted in me… I can finally be of real use to him—not just as a lover, but as someone who can stand beside him, equal and unyielding."
Reika and Yukinami, both experiencing the same transformation, shared incredulous yet determined expressions. Reika flexed her wings, feeling the surge of strength. "This is… beyond anything I imagined. It's like we've been reborn, with power that could match even the greatest warriors."
Yukinami nodded, her eyes glinting with resolve. "For Sensei to trust us with this… We have to live up to it. We've been given the strength to stand with him, and we won't waste it."
Obi-Wan, who had been observing the transformations, was struck by the sheer magnitude of Gojo's influence. "They've… grown wings and halos. Quincy Vollständig," he muttered, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Gojo has elevated them to a level beyond anything I've seen."
Anakin, watching the display with wide eyes, felt a pang of doubt creep into his thoughts. "Idiot Sensei and Sukuna… they always say I could catch up to them if I tried hard enough, but now… Can I even graze them, let alone touch them? They're the strongest beings in this galaxy, and I haven't even begun my training."
Qui-Gon placed a reassuring hand on Anakin's shoulder, sensing the boy's inner turmoil. "The path to strength is never easy, Anakin. But you have the potential. Remember, power isn't just about how strong you are—it's about what you choose to do with it."
Shmi, watching her son with gentle eyes, added, "You have a great heart, Anakin. Strength will come in time, but never lose sight of who you are. That's what will truly make you strong."
Obi-Wan exchanged a look with Qui-Gon, both Jedi realizing the weight of what they had witnessed. Gojo's power had transcended anything they had known, surpassing even the ancient legends. They would need to adapt, to learn, and to prepare for the new paradigm that Gojo Satoru had introduced—a world where the rules were no longer dictated by the Jedi or the Sith, but by a single man who sat upon a throne of unparalleled might.
Captain Panaka, still watching the ethereal screen that relayed scenes from around the galaxy, suddenly pointed out, "Your Majesty, look! The blue rain isn't stopping at Naboo. It's spreading—it's on Coruscant and Tatooine as well."
Padmé's eyes widened in surprise as she followed Panaka's gaze. On the screen, she saw the blue rain gently falling over Coruscant and Tatooine, bathing the planets in the same rejuvenating light. Crowds of people ,who had suffered in the aftermath of Gojo's battle with Plagueis were now standing, their injuries healed and their spirits lifted. Some who had fallen during the chaos were seen stirring, their lives inexplicably restored.
Padmé placed a hand over her mouth, her expression a mix of disbelief and awe. "Gojo's Auswählen… it's reviving the dead?" she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder and confusion. "Does he truly have the power to bring people back to life?"
Obi-Wan's brows furrowed as he processed the scene before him. The Jedi Knight's typically calm demeanor gave way to a rare moment of shock. "Resurrection…? That's… impossible. Even the most ancient Force techniques can't bring someone back from the dead. And yet, here it is happening right in front of us."
Qui-Gon, equally astonished, tried to make sense of the spectacle. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. "This defies everything we know. The Force, powerful as it is, has limits. But Gojo's powers… they go beyond the Force itself. It's as if he's operating on an entirely different plane of existence."
Obi-Wan nodded, his mind racing with questions. "If Gojo can manipulate life and death so freely, then the implications are… staggering. We've trained our whole lives to understand the Force, to respect its boundaries, and now… there are no boundaries for him. He's rewriting the very fabric of what's possible."
Padmé's voice softened, a mix of relief and affection evident in her tone. "I'm glad that Gojo saved the people on Coruscant, and from what I can see, he's ensured that the blue rain reaches even the depths of the city—the lowest levels where no light ever touches. If Gojo is still the Gojo that I love, then he's doing this not just for show, but because he truly cares, even if his methods are… unorthodox."
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged a glance, both sensing the sincerity in Padmé's words. Despite the overwhelming display of power and the unconventional path Gojo had taken, there was a clear undercurrent of intent to protect and heal. It was something neither Jedi could ignore.
Qui-Gon, placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully, nodded in agreement. "Perhaps Gojo's actions, while beyond our understanding, are guided by something more than mere power. To reach out and touch even the darkest corners of Coruscant… it suggests a purpose, a desire to connect and uplift those who are often forgotten."
Obi-Wan, still grappling with the enormity of what they had witnessed, added, "Gojo's approach may be extreme, but it's hard to deny the impact. He's not just fighting battles; he's reshaping the galaxy in ways we never thought possible. It's as though he's determined to break every boundary that has ever existed."
Padmé's gaze remained fixed on the ethereal screen, where the blue rain continued to fall over the bustling cities of Coruscant and the dusty plains of Tatooine. Her heart swelled with a mixture of pride and hope, knowing that Gojo, despite all the chaos and destruction, still found ways to protect and restore. "Yes," she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "If there's one thing I know about Gojo, it's that he always finds a way. He may bend the rules—or break them entirely—but he never loses sight of the people he wants to protect. That's why I believe in him."
The group fell into a contemplative silence, each lost in their thoughts as they watched the unfolding miracle of Gojo's power. In that moment, the boundaries between light and dark, hero and villain, seemed to blur, leaving only the undeniable truth that Gojo Satoru was a force unto himself—one that could not be easily defined or contained.
Obi-Wan turned to Qui-Gon, confusion etched on his face. "I don't understand why Gojo praised the Sith Lord Plagueis, telling him to 'stand proud, you are strong.' It just doesn't make sense. Plagueis killed Gojo—or at least dragged him into this mess. Why would Gojo, of all people, acknowledge him like that?"
Padmé, overhearing the conversation, gently corrected Obi-Wan. "It was Gojo who taunted Plagueis first, Obi-Wan. He challenged him, saying, 'Can you even land a single blow on my face?' or something similar. Gojo didn't see Plagueis as a threat but rather as a challenge, something to test his own limits against."
Qui-Gon, taking a deep breath, tried to explain further, his gaze thoughtful. "Gojo's perspective on the Sith and Jedi is… unique, to say the least. He doesn't view things the way we do—not in terms of good versus evil, or light versus dark. For Gojo, it's not about the titles or the alignments. It's about strength, potential, and breaking past the boundaries that confine us."
Obi-Wan listened intently as Qui-Gon continued. "In Gojo's eyes, both Jedi and Sith are bound by rules and limitations—whether it's the Jedi's adherence to their code or the Sith's obsession with power and the Rule of Two. When Gojo spoke to Plagueis, he wasn't seeing him as a Sith Lord or an enemy. He saw someone who had pushed themselves beyond the ordinary, someone who had fought and endured in pursuit of their ambitions, however twisted they might have been."
Qui-Gon's voice softened, his words reflecting a deeper understanding of Gojo's complex nature. "Gojo exists beyond those constraints. He lives by his own rules, and he challenges others to do the same, even if they are his opponents. To him, praising Plagueis was not about respecting the Sith; it was about recognizing the drive and resilience that even a foe possessed. In his own way, Gojo sees the value in every struggle, even if it belongs to the dark side."
Obi-Wan nodded slowly, beginning to grasp the concept. "So, it's not about aligning with the Jedi or the Sith for him. It's about surpassing them, seeing beyond what defines us."
"you are right my young padawan ," Qui-Gon affirmed, his tone thoughtful. "Gojo sees the universe in a way few can comprehend. To him, Plagueis was simply another part of the grand game—someone who tried to rise above but ultimately fell short. And for Gojo, there's a kind of respect in that struggle, however misguided it might seem to us."
Padmé nodded, her gaze still on the screen, where the blue rain continued to spread its healing touch. "Gojo challenges everyone, even himself, to push beyond what's expected. And in doing so, he reshapes the world around him—redefining what it means to be strong, to be a protector, and, perhaps, even what it means to be a hero."
As Reika spoke up, her voice carried a mix of awe and newfound understanding. "I think I get what Gojo-sensei means. When he declared, 'Throughout the universe, across the fabric of the Force—I alone am the Honored One!' it wasn't just about the stars we see on the screen shining brighter. I have a theory of my own," she paused, her eyes reflecting the blue rain falling around them, "that when he said that, it wasn't just talking about the stars in this galaxy. It might be the stars in all of existence that we know. What I'm trying to say is… this galaxy is too small for him."
Her words hung in the air, profound and disconcerting. It was a realization that transcended their understanding of power, of the Force, and of the universe itself. Gojo Satoru was not merely a force within their galaxy—he was something beyond, something that challenged the very fabric of existence.
Obi-Wan stared at Reika, absorbing her words, the implications sinking in. "If that's true… then Gojo's ambitions, his actions—they're not limited to just this realm. He's not playing by our rules because he's not bound by them."
Qui-Gon nodded, his expression contemplative. "you are right , Reika. Gojo isn't just altering the balance within our galaxy; he's rewriting the nature of balance itself, on a scale that goes far beyond anything we can conceive. He's not confined by the struggle between the Jedi and the Sith—he's beyond even that."
Padmé glanced up at the shimmering stars through the transparent ceiling, her thoughts echoing the same realization. "To him, this galaxy is merely one small part of a much larger tapestry. And Gojo… he sees himself as the master of that entire tapestry, unbound by any one section of it."
Yukinami, watching the cosmic display, whispered softly, "Sensei is creating a new reality, one where he alone stands at the center. For him, strength and freedom are inseparable. And in his eyes, the galaxy's conflicts are just small parts of a grander game."
The group collectively fell silent, the weight of their insights pressing down on them. They were witnessing the dawn of something unprecedented—an existence that defied definition, one that transcended the very boundaries of light and dark, good and evil.
In the Jedi Council chamber, the members sat in a stunned silence as they watched the ethereal broadcast of the blue rain showering Coruscant, Tatooine, and Naboo. The impossible was unfolding before their eyes, and the ancient halls of the Jedi Temple seemed to pulse with the renewed energy brought forth by Gojo's actions.
Jocasta Nu, the wise and often skeptical Keeper of the Archives, was the first to voice her thoughts, her tone a mix of disbelief and fascination. "This is… unprecedented. The blue rain is healing the wounded, repairing damage across entire cities, and even… bringing the dead back to life. Such power should not exist. Resurrection, on this scale, it defies every principle of the Force. And yet, here we are, witnessing it with our own eyes."
Her voice wavered, betraying the rigid composure she usually maintained. The very fabric of her understanding of the Force was being challenged, and she could not help but marvel—and fear—the implications.
Yoda, who had been silently observing, opened his eyes slowly, feeling the subtle changes within himself and the Force around him. He spoke, his voice softer yet tinged with a newfound clarity. "A shift in the Force, there is. Gojo Satoru, twenty percent of the dark side he has devoured. A lightness, I feel… a burden lifted, as if the shadows that loomed so close have receded."
Yoda paused, taking in the sensation of the Force as it moved differently than before. "The darkness, diminished it is. A strange balance now, but not of the light or the dark. A realm where freedom to act is greater, where the pull of the dark side weaker it has become. My connection, clearer, unclouded by the lingering malice that once was."
The Council members exchanged glances, trying to understand the full magnitude of what Yoda was describing. Mace Windu, always vigilant about the integrity of the Force, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "If Gojo's actions have weakened the dark side, that's a change none of us have seen before. It's as though the Force itself has been… rebalanced, but not in the way we know. A Force without the typical sway of light and dark—an open canvas."
Jocasta Nu nodded, still grappling with the reality of it all. "If he can do this—manipulate life, death, and even the essence of the dark side—then Gojo Satoru is operating on a level far beyond any Force user, Jedi or Sith. He's reshaping not just the galaxy, but the very nature of the Force. And that's something we have no precedent for, no way to fully comprehend or predict."
The Jedi Masters sat in contemplation, realizing that the balance they had long sought to preserve had been altered by a power that was neither Jedi nor Sith, but something entirely beyond. The Force was no longer the dichotomy they had known; it had become a realm of possibilities reshaped by one man's will. Gojo Satoru was no mere participant in the galaxy's unfolding saga—he was its rewriter, an agent of change who operated beyond the constructs of good and evil, light and dark.
As they watched the blue rain cleanse and heal, they could not deny the impact of Gojo's actions. But with this new paradigm, they were left to wonder: what role did they have in a galaxy where the rules were no longer theirs to define? The answers would not come easily, but they knew that the path forward would be one of adaptation, learning to navigate a reality where Gojo Satoru stood as the Honored One, a force of unparalleled influence that neither Jedi nor Sith could fully understand or control.
Yoda, reflecting deeply, spoke once more. "A blessing, it may seem, yet a challenge also. For Gojo's vision, unpredictable it is. What path, the Force now takes, unclear it has become. Strong we must be, not to fall into complacency. For the Force, still, our ally it is, but changed, it has been."
Adi Gallia, still grappling with the enormity of Gojo's recent actions, hesitated before speaking. "Perhaps we should reconsider my fourth option regarding the Sith shrine below the temple. It seemed the safest choice compared to the more extreme measures of options two and three. But after what we've seen today… Gojo made it clear. When he offers three options, those are the only paths he considers. He doesn't leave room for negotiation or alternatives." Adi's voice faltered, the confidence she had earlier dissipating in the face of Gojo's overwhelming presence and actions.
Mace Windu, sensing Adi's wavering resolve, stepped in, his voice firm and resolute. "Adi, don't dismiss your fourth option so easily. Gojo's unpredictability only makes it more relevant. He's already shown he's willing to do the unthinkable—like blasting a hole in the stairs of our own temple. That wasn't just a show of power; it was a message. He's directing us straight to the Sith shrine below, laying bare what we've tried to keep hidden. It's proof he's not afraid to tear down our traditions if it means proving his point."
Mace paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, locking eyes with each Council member. "We know what lies beneath. Gojo's actions are not just about confronting the Sith; they're about confronting us, challenging everything we stand for. He's shown that he will not hesitate, even if it means undermining the very foundation of the Jedi Order."
His tone sharpened, tinged with a frustration that had been brewing for some time. "And yet, amidst all this chaos, he stands before the galaxy and praises a Sith—Plagueis. He tells him, 'Stand proud, you are strong,' as if that strength alone is worthy of recognition. But what about us? We have fought for peace, defended the light, and guided the galaxy through its darkest moments. Where is our acknowledgment? Instead, Gojo mocks us, dismissing the Jedi as mere 'monks,' as if our wisdom, our dedication, is somehow less valuable than the raw ambition of the Sith."
Mace's voice grew louder, his frustration boiling over. "Why is it that the Sith, who have caused so much pain and suffering, are given the praise for their strength, while we, who strive for balance and harmony, are overlooked? It's as if Gojo values only the conflict, the power struggles, and the chaos that the Sith represent."
He looked around the chamber, his expression resolute. "We are more than what Gojo sees. We are not just warriors; we are guardians of peace, keepers of the Force, and defenders of the galaxy. We deserve recognition for our resilience, our sacrifices, and our strength. The Sith may embrace conflict, but we choose a harder path, one that requires discipline, compassion, and wisdom. If Gojo can see strength in the Sith, then he must also see it in us."
Mace took a deep breath, his voice steadying as he finished. "We must stand up, not only against the darkness but against anyone who dares to diminish the value of the Jedi Order. Gojo Satoru may wield power beyond measure, but he does not define us. We are the Jedi, and our legacy is one of hope, courage, and unwavering commitment to the light. We will not be overshadowed by the whims of one man, no matter how powerful he may be."
Mace's words resonated through the chamber, stirring the hearts of the Council members. It was a call to reclaim their dignity, to assert their place in the galaxy not just as peacekeepers but as beings deserving of recognition and respect. They were not just monks; they were warriors of the light, and they would not be silenced by the shadow of any force, even one as formidable as Gojo Satoru.
As the chamber buzzed with the silent agreement and determination of the Jedi, Yoda, who had been quietly observing, decided to break the heavy atmosphere with a rare touch of humor. A sly smile played on his lips as he remarked, "Mmm, blast the stairs, Gojo did not. No, kicked Plagueis, he did. Made him crash into the Sith shrine below, yes. A very direct message, indeed."
Ki-Adi-Mundi, usually composed and reserved, found himself chuckling at Yoda's unexpected jest. He leaned back slightly, his expression easing. "Master Yoda, you certainly have a way of finding humor in even the most unusual situations," Ki-Adi-Mundi said, a wry smile crossing his face.
Plo Koon, his masked face hiding his amusement but not the twinkle in his eyes, added with a nod, "It seems Gojo's methods are more… physically expressive than ours. I suppose that's one way to reveal hidden truths."
Depa Billaba, unable to contain her laughter, smiled broadly. "Indeed, Master Yoda. Perhaps Gojo's 'renovation' methods are something we should take note of—though I doubt the temple's architects would approve," she quipped, her voice light and teasing.
The light-hearted exchange lifted the spirits of the Council members, bringing a moment of camaraderie amidst the uncertainty Gojo's presence had stirred. It was a reminder that despite the weight of the challenges they faced, they could still find humor and solidarity. The shared laughter echoed through the chamber, a brief but much-needed respite that reinforced their unity.
As the Council refocused on their discussions, the moment of levity lingered—a testament to the resilience of the Jedi, who could face even the most unpredictable challenges with grace, wisdom, and a touch of humor. Despite Gojo's unorthodox approach and the upheaval he brought, the Jedi remained steadfast, ready to navigate the shifting tides of the Force with renewed resolve.
In the dimly lit Chancellor's chamber, Palpatine sat in his ornate chair, staring at the ethereal screen before him. His calm facade barely masked the torrent of emotions swirling beneath the surface. The events that had unfolded were nothing short of catastrophic for his meticulously crafted plans. The once-hidden Sith shrine beneath the Jedi Temple was now exposed for the galaxy to see, his master, Darth Plagueis, was annihilated in the cold reaches of space, and most unsettling of all, Gojo Satoru had somehow diminished the very essence of the dark side of the Force.
Palpatine's eyes flickered with a mixture of fury and disbelief as he replayed the broadcast of Gojo's cosmic display. He had seen the blue rain, the impossible revival of the dead, and the glaring wound left in the Force where the dark side's power had been siphoned away. The magnitude of it all was incomprehensible, even to someone who had spent his life bending the dark side to his will.
"Plagueis, my master, gone…" Palpatine muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper, tinged with a rare note of bitterness. "Slain by a man who plays by no rules, who answers to no doctrine or creed. A man who toys with life and death as if they were mere games." His grip tightened on the armrests of his chair, the cold metal creaking under the pressure. The calculated calm that he usually exuded was fracturing under the weight of his frustration.
Gojo's actions had not only exposed the Sith's secret sanctum but had also ripped a portion of the dark side's essence from the Force itself. Palpatine could feel it—a subtle but undeniable void, a lightness that should not have existed, as if the shadows that once cloaked his mind had been forcibly drawn back. He couldn't quantify the extent of the damage—twenty percent or more, it was all the same; any loss was a loss too great.
"This is unacceptable," Palpatine hissed, rising from his chair and pacing the room. His mind raced through possibilities, calculating the next move in a game that Gojo had turned upside down. "The dark side has been weakened, stripped of its strength by a single man's whim. Plagueis had warned me of potential threats, but nothing of this magnitude. This… Gojo Satoru is not merely a threat; he's a cataclysm."
Palpatine's thoughts turned dark and violent as he considered the implications. "If he can tear at the very fabric of the dark side, what does that mean for my rise? My empire? He's shown the galaxy what's possible beyond the Jedi and Sith, and in doing so, has set a precedent that could unravel everything I've built."
He stopped in front of the viewport, looking out at the sprawling cityscape of Coruscant, now bathed in the unsettling blue glow of Gojo's influence. "Gojo's actions have painted him as a savior, a god in the eyes of the galaxy. But he's not a god—he's a man, and all men have their weaknesses."
Palpatine's expression hardened, his mind settling into the cold, calculated determination that had always been his strength. "He may think he stands above the light and dark, but even the mightiest can be toppled. For every power, there is a counter. For every move, a countermove. The dark side's essence has been diminished, but it is not defeated. I will find a way to restore it, to reclaim what was taken."
A twisted smile began to form on his lips as a plan started to take shape. "Enjoy your fleeting victory, Gojo Satoru. Revel in your newfound power. But know this: the dark side is resilient. It bends but does not break. And when the time comes, I will ensure that it rises again, stronger and more unstoppable than ever."
Palpatine turned away from the viewport, the wheels of his mind already spinning as he began to adjust his plans. "The galaxy may think they've found a new savior in you, Gojo, but they will learn soon enough that power attracts power. And when it does, the true nature of the Sith will reveal itself once more."
As he settled back into his chair, Palpatine's expression shifted to one of cold resolve. He knew the path ahead would be fraught with new challenges, but the dark side had not thrived for millennia by cowering from adversity. It adapted, it survived, and it would continue to do so under his careful guidance. Gojo Satoru may have disrupted the balance, but Palpatine was already plotting the next move in a game that was far from over.
Gojo's Ten Rings of Dominion: The Enigma of the Honored Soul King
Gojo sat on his Throne of the Honored Soul King, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. As he slowly opened his eyes, a confident smile spread across his face. Upon his fingers glimmered ten magnificent rings, each radiating with an aura of divine power and cosmic authority. These were not the rings of Solomon; Gojo named them the "Ten Rings of Dominion," reflecting his unique status as the Honored One and Soul King.
Each ring was crafted from a shimmering celestial gold, adorned with intricate runes and symbols that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The gems embedded in some of the rings glowed with vibrant hues, reminiscent of captured stars and swirling nebulae, while others bore complex sigils that resonated with the ancient power of the cosmos.
The Ten Rings of Dominion and Their Effects:
Summoning of Demonic Entities (Ring of Infernal Command):
Power: Command over 72 Demons.
Description: This ring allows Gojo to summon and control powerful demonic entities from ancient myths. These beings act as allies, scouts, or devastating combatants, enhancing Gojo's already formidable arsenal with supernatural forces.
Divine Authority and Command (Ring of Sovereignty):
Power: Absolute Command.
Description: Gojo gains the power to impose his will upon even the most resistant beings, including Sith spirits and dark side entities, enforcing their unwavering obedience.
Seal of Dominion (Ring of the Infinite Lock):
Power: Absolute Sealing Ability.
Description: This ring grants Gojo the power to seal away any powerful entity, energy, or object, rendering threats powerless and neutralizing otherwise unstoppable forces.
Miracle Creation (Ring of the Arcane Miracle):
Power: Reality Manipulation via Miracles.
Description: Allows Gojo to perform miracles that defy reality, such as instantaneous healing, environmental restoration, or temporarily nullifying the abilities of even the strongest foes.
Holy Flames of Purification (Ring of Celestial Fire):
Power: Purification Flames.
Description: Conjures holy flames that cleanse curses, dark energies, and malevolent forces, neutralizing harmful influences without causing conventional damage.
Creation and Manipulation of Divine Constructs (Ring of the Eternal Architect):
Power: Divine Constructs.
Description: Provides Gojo with the ability to create and manipulate constructs of divine energy—barriers, weapons, or temporary allies tailored to his combat needs.
Ars Almadel Salomonis (Ring of Celestial Judgment):
Power: Ultimate Reality-Altering Attack.
Description: Unleashes a massive cosmic attack, creating a colossal ring structure that channels divine energy capable of erasing entire fleets or powerful entities from existence.
Protection of the Divine (Ring of Sacred Aegis):
Power: Divine Shielding.
Description: Envelops Gojo in a protective aura that nullifies divine and eldritch attacks, safeguarding him from powers that would bypass normal defenses.
Gate of Heaven (Ring of Dimensional Mastery):
Power: Dimensional Travel and Control.
Description: Allows Gojo to open portals to other dimensions, realms, or specific locations, enabling strategic repositioning or banishing foes to inaccessible places.
Mastery of All Magecraft and Stellar Dominion (Ring of Cosmic Dominion):
Power: All Magecraft Mastery and Stellar Dominion.
Description: Grants mastery over all forms of magecraft from the Fate universe, and control over an entire star system. Gojo can manipulate celestial bodies, harness stellar energy, and command cosmic forces, including:
Celestial Manipulation: Control over stars, planets, and comets for strategic or catastrophic effects.
Starfire Conflagration: Unleashes attacks harnessing star energy, such as solar flares or beams of stellar power.
Cosmic Rejuvenation: Uses star power to heal, restore planets, or rejuvenate ecosystems within his domain.
Void Dominion: Creates black holes or voids to trap or annihilate enemies using space itself as a weapon.
Judgment of the Stars: Delivers cosmic retribution, channeling the combined might of the star system against designated threats.
Ultimate Ability with All Ten Rings: Ars Nova - The Grand Miracle
Ultimate Spell: Ars Nova - The Grand Miracle:
When all ten rings are wielded together, Gojo can invoke "Ars Nova - The Grand Miracle," an ultimate spell capable of rewriting reality on a galactic scale. This spell can alter natural laws, resurrect the dead, manipulate time, or create new worlds. Drawing from the combined powers of all the rings, it stands as one of the most formidable abilities in existence, capable of altering the fate of entire civilizations or even the galaxy itself.
Seated on his throne and adorned with the Ten Rings of Dominion, Gojo reveled in the vast power at his command. These rings were more than just powerful artifacts; they were embodiments of his will, tools that expanded his influence across the cosmos. Each ring pulsed with cosmic energy, resonating with the very fabric of reality as Gojo allowed himself a moment of reflection.
His four-pupil Rikugan eyes gleamed with anticipation as he gazed into the endless void, contemplating the path ahead. The stars themselves seemed to bow before him, recognizing the arrival of a being far beyond the limits of mortality. Gojo knew that his reign as the Honored Soul King was only just beginning.
Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in his mind. A translucent message appeared before his eyes, floating in the vastness of space, announcing the completion of one of his most crucial objectives.
Main Quest: Break the Balance: Transcend
Objective: Reduce the Dark Side by 20%.
Reward: 10 Rings of Solomon
Status: Completed
Gojo grinned as the message flashed before him. "The Dark Side never stood a chance," he mused, leaning back on his throne. The feeling of satisfaction was undeniable. Not only had he weakened a force that had dominated the galaxy for millennia, but he had also taken another step toward reshaping the universe according to his own vision.
However, the grin on his face faltered when another message flickered into view. A warning.
Error, error, error…
Quest System has been damaged.
Gojo frowned deeply as he scanned the debuffed and sealed powers of the Ten Rings of Dominion. "Ahh, shit," he muttered, realizing that he had prematurely pushed the rings beyond their intended limits. These rings had been designed for beings like Yhwach or the weakened Soul King, not for someone like him—the Honored One. "Overcranked the damn system just to keep up with me, huh?"
His frustration grew as he examined the list of powers, noting the limitations and sealed abilities.
The Ten Rings of Dominion
Status: Half-Awakened
Summoning of Demonic Entities (Ring of Infernal Command) – Sealed
Effect: Completely sealed. Gojo cannot summon or command any demonic entities until the seal is lifted.
Divine Authority and Command (Ring of Sovereignty)
Effect: Grants Gojo the power to impose his will upon even the most resistant beings, including Sith spirits and dark side entities, enforcing their unwavering obedience.
Seal of Dominion (Ring of the Infinite Lock) – Debuffed
Effect: Seals are weaker and no longer last indefinitely. Entities and objects sealed by this ring can eventually resist or break free over time. The strength of the seal depends on the target's power, and Gojo must expend more energy to maintain it.
Miracle Creation (Ring of the Arcane Miracle)
Effect: Allows Gojo to perform miracles that defy reality, such as instantaneous healing, environmental restoration, or temporarily nullifying the abilities of even the strongest foes.
Holy Flames of Purification (Ring of Celestial Fire)
Effect: Conjures holy flames that cleanse curses, dark energies, and malevolent forces, neutralizing harmful influences without causing conventional damage.
Creation and Manipulation of Divine Constructs (Ring of the Eternal Architect)
Effect: Provides Gojo with the ability to create and manipulate constructs of divine energy—barriers, weapons, or temporary allies tailored to his combat needs.
Ars Almadel Salomonis (Ring of Celestial Judgment) – Sealed
Effect: Completely sealed. Gojo cannot access this ultimate reality-altering attack until the seal is lifted.
Protection of the Divine (Ring of Sacred Aegis)
Effect: Envelops Gojo in a protective aura that nullifies divine and eldritch attacks, safeguarding him from powers that would bypass normal defenses.
Gate of Heaven (Ring of Dimensional Mastery)
Effect: Allows Gojo to open portals to other dimensions, realms, or specific locations, enabling strategic repositioning or banishing foes to inaccessible places.
Mastery of All Magecraft and Stellar Dominion (Ring of Cosmic Dominion) – Sealed
Effect: Completely sealed. Gojo cannot access his full magecraft mastery or control over stellar bodies until the seal is lifted.
Ultimate Ability with All Ten Rings: Ars Nova - The Grand Miracle – Sealed
Effect: Completely sealed. The ultimate spell, capable of rewriting reality on a galactic scale, is locked until all rings are fully awakened.
Gojo scowled as he stared at the list, noticing how many of the most powerful abilities were either sealed or weakened. "These rings were made for a lesser king," he muttered, his irritation bubbling up. "Not for the Honored One."
Still, a smirk crept across his face. He stood from his throne, the Ten Rings of Dominion pulsing with immeasurable power, even in their limited state. He began to craft a new quest system, but as he attempted to weave his intent into the code, his screen flickered violently.
Error! Error! System Overload. Warning! Quest System Damage Detected.
Gojo's face darkened as the realization hit him. If he crafted another complex, binding vow-driven quest system, he risked destroying or permanently deleting the entire quest system. With a sour look, he muttered, "Guess I overdid it. Damn… if I push it any further, I'll break the system for good."
Meanwhile, in Theed Palace, as the mystical blue rain continued to pour, Padmé stood gazing in awe at her Quincy Vollständig. The wings and halo that adorned her, granted by Gojo's Auswählen, shimmered brilliantly. She marveled at the sensation of newfound power coursing through her, when suddenly, she noticed Reika, excited by the power her Sensei had bestowed upon her, soaring into the sky with newfound grace.
"Come on, Princess! You too, Yukinami! Let's test this power together!" Reika called out, her voice filled with excitement and challenge as she effortlessly hovered in the air just above Theed Palace.
Padmé and Yukinami exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. Without hesitation, they both extended their wings and soared into the sky, following Reika, their eyes wide with exhilaration as they embraced this new ability.
Watching from below, Sabé stood beside Suzunami, a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms. "You're not going to join them?" she asked. "That Quincy Vollständig Gojo gave you—no planet, no Republic, could ever buy something like that."
Suzunami, ever the carefree spirit, shrugged with a grin. "Eh, I'll pass for now. Flying's cool and all, but I prefer keeping my feet on the ground. Besides," he added with a laugh, "Sensei always tells me to save my energy for the big stuff." His laid-back attitude, reminiscent of Itadori's, masked the depth of the power he held, though he remained unbothered by the spectacle above.
Obi-Wan, still watching the trio of Reika, Padmé, and Yukinami soaring gracefully in the sky, turned to Qui-Gon with a hint of concern. "What about Reika, Master? She wields the Dark Side, doesn't she? Should we report this to the Council?"
Qui-Gon chuckled softly, his expression calm yet thoughtful. "Reika is an enigma, Obi-Wan. But as she herself once said…" His voice trailed off, and a memory flickered in his mind—a conversation from not too long ago.
Flashback:
Reika leaned back, her hands resting casually on the floor, her expression playful as she listened to Obi-Wan's earlier question about emotions and the Dark Side. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she replied, "Must we get mad and act like blind idiots every time we tap into our emotions?" Her tone was both mocking and philosophical, as if challenging the very foundation of Jedi teachings. "Sure, rage can be powerful, but it's also a double-edged sword. If we get too caught up in it, we become predictable, easy to manipulate. But what if you're just… happy enough in every battle? A little excitement, a little thrill—it's called battle lust, and that's just as negative, right? It's all about balance, Jedi. Emotions aren't inherently evil; it's about how you use them."
End Flashback.
Qui-Gon smiled softly at the memory before continuing. "Reika has a unique perspective on things. She's learned to walk a fine line—one that most of us wouldn't dare tread. And remember, Obi-Wan, it's Gojo who taught her how to use these powers. That, in itself, is something the Council may need to concern themselves with."
Obi-Wan furrowed his brow, his concern deepening. "But Master, Gojo has already done something unimaginable. Here, in the space above Naboo, he single-handedly reduced the Dark Side of the Force. I don't know how much of it, but it feels… different. As if something significant has shifted."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed, his gaze contemplative as he considered Obi-Wan's words. "I can sense it too. It feels as though Gojo has drained a vast portion of the Dark Side—perhaps a fifth of it, though we can't be certain of the exact figure." He paused, his voice growing more serious. "What concerns me now is what Gojo intends to do with all of that power in his grasp. The balance has shifted, and the Force will never be the same again. The question is… how will Gojo wield it from here on out?"
The weight of Qui-Gon's words hung heavily in the air, leaving both Jedi to reflect on the uncertain future ahead, with Gojo at the center of a power that neither the Jedi nor Sith could fully comprehend.
As the duo of Jedi—Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan, —stood under the open sky, their minds still weighed down by the implications of Gojo's actions, suddenly Reika's approach from the sky with sharp voice suddenly cut through the air. "Everyone, I sense something... far, very far. It feels like something has been summoned into our galaxy, but I can't pinpoint the planet," she said, her tone serious and urgent.
Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan immediately turned their focus outward, reaching out through the Force to sense what Reika had detected. Obi-Wan furrowed his brow as he concentrated, but the presence was faint—like a distant echo, barely perceivable. "It's there, but it feels… weak, almost like a whisper across the stars. It's not close, but it's definitely something," he remarked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed as he extended his senses as well, his connection to the Force allowing him to pick up on the faint disturbance. "I sense it too, Obi-Wan. But whatever it is, it's not revealing itself fully. It's distant, as if just beyond the edges of our understanding. Whatever has been summoned, it's powerful, but veiled." He glanced over at Reika, acknowledging her insight. "Good instincts, Reika. We should remain vigilant. Gojo's actions may have triggered something we're not yet aware of."
As the Jedi pondered the mysterious presence, Sabé and Captain Panaka exchanged uneasy glances. Sabé crossed her arms, her expression pensive. "Gojo's intentions seem noble enough. He's reduced the Dark Side's presence in the galaxy, weakened it by some amount. But…"
"But," Panaka continued, finishing her thought, "there are always consequences, aren't there? Something as drastic as altering the balance of the Force… it might not come without a price. The galaxy's equilibrium has been shaken, and whatever Reika senses could be a result of that."
Sabé nodded in agreement, her gaze shifting back toward the sky where Reika, Padmé, and Yukinami still hovered. "Gojo's power is immense, but when someone like him makes a move, it's bound to send ripples across the galaxy. We need to be ready for whatever follows."
Panaka placed a hand on the hilt of his blaster, his face grim. "Let's hope the consequences don't bring more chaos than we're prepared to handle."
Meanwhile, in the Jedi Temple council chamber, the conversation had taken a serious turn. The Council members sat in quiet contemplation, each grappling with the implications of Gojo's immense power and the recent events surrounding the battle above Naboo.
Mace Windu was the first to speak, his tone carrying weight. "Gojo fused the Dark Side of the Force with cursed energy. That dark lightning arrow he used to finish Plagueis—it felt like a mix of Black Flash and the Dark Side itself. Master Yoda's said before that cursed energy is the natural progression of the Dark Side. But this… it's something entirely new."
Yoda, sitting calmly beside them, nodded as he gazed out toward the blue rain still visible from their vantage point. "Natural progression, cursed energy is. Born from negative emotions it is, but not twisted by malice, like the Dark Side. What Gojo has done... combine the two, he has, in ways unseen before."
Plo Koon, ever the thoughtful voice in the room, added, "It's not just the power itself that's concerning—it's what Gojo plans to do with it. His methods are unorthodox, blending forces we've spent millennia opposing. His Black Flash, though effective, isn't something we can ignore."
Ki-Adi-Mundi furrowed his brow as he leaned forward, adding to the discussion. "And what about the Dark Side that Gojo devoured? If it was truly a fifth of the Dark Side's power, what does he plan to do with that? No one in the history of this galaxy has ever done something of this magnitude. This level of power... it's beyond anything we've seen."
Mace Windu and Yoda exchanged glances before Yoda responded, his voice solemn. "Unknown, his intentions are. A dangerous path, this may be."
Mace Windu added, his tone grim, "We don't know Gojo's endgame, and that's what makes this so dangerous. He's shifted the balance in ways we can't predict. But we can't deny his power or his influence now. We need to be prepared for anything."
Yoda, his eyes distant, nodded. "Great power, Gojo holds. Whether balance or chaos he brings, yet to be seen, it is. Watchful, we must rem—" His words were abruptly cut off as he sensed a disturbance in the Force, his expression shifting slightly as he focused. "Something... or someone, summoned on Cato Neimoidia, I sense."
Mace Windu, feeling the ripple through the Force as well, frowned deeply. "Cato Neimoidia? We don't have the luxury to intervene. Especially not for the Trade Federation. They've already betrayed the Republic, and now, their actions have unintentionally contributed to Gojo's rise in power. This entire situation is spiraling out of control, and dealing with Gojo alone is already giving me a headache." He paused for a moment, recalling Gojo's taunt about his bald head. With a slight smirk, Mace muttered, "Maybe it's true—perhaps Gojo really is making me grow hair again with all this stress."
Yoda, sensing the lighthearted frustration in Mace's voice, offered a soft smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hair, a gift from Gojo it would be, hm?" he mused, his tone laced with dry humor. "Patience, Master Windu. Chaos, Gojo may bring, but solutions we must seek, even amidst the disorder. Gojo's path, dangerous it is, but clearer it becomes, in time."
Mace couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head. "Leave it to you to find humor in all this, Master Yoda. Let's just hope Gojo's power doesn't bring more chaos than we can handle. For now, we need to remain vigilant—especially with this new entity on Cato Neimoidia. We don't know who or what it is, but with everything happening, we can't rule anything out."
Yoda nodded in agreement, his gaze returning to the horizon. "Vigilant, we must be. For the future of the Force, uncertain it is."
Seated on his throne, Gojo Satoru surveyed the stars with a lazy grin, his mind half-focused on the Ten Rings of Dominion, still pulsing with immense power. Wonder of U materialized beside him, its ethereal form hovering close. "A throne fit for the Honored One, huh?" it murmured, its voice low and reverent.
Gojo gave a nonchalant nod. "Ah huh," he muttered, inspecting the rings closely, his four pupil Rikugan eyes analyzing every facet of their power. "Soul-bound, huh?" he mused. "Means they can't be stolen. The only way to claim them is to kill me, which is… well, nearly impossible now." His grin widened with confidence, knowing the magnitude of his power.
Suddenly, Gojo's senses flared, detecting something far off in the direction of Cato Neimoidia. He straightened slightly, his gaze narrowing in that direction. Wonder of U, always attuned to his thoughts, asked, "Something concerning?"
Gojo's smirk softened into something more calculated. "Looks like I've gotta take care of some stuff," he muttered, as he dismissed his throne into nothingness, the grand structure vanishing in an instant. With a casual wave of his hand, he ordered, "Count the loot from the Lucky Despot. I expect it to be as much as I'm hoping."
As Gojo prepared to teleport to Cato Neimoidia, Wonder of U saluted him with a respectful nod. "Understood, Honored One." The spectral figure vanished as Gojo himself disappeared from the throne's former space, leaving behind only a ripple of energy as he teleported, intent on handling whatever awaited him on Cato Neimoidia.
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