บท 5: Chapter Five
"Frustration only leads to failure."
I instructed as Ezra was lifting up three cups at the same time. It had already been three months since he started training with the force.
"Remain calm and you'll succeed more often."
I took the stick I was resting on my shoulder and poked his side. He flinched at the sudden contact and the cups wavered slightly before steadying again.
"Distractions could be deadly, focusing your mind on a single task could be detrimental."
I poked his thigh, and he moved his leg away.
"Stop that..."
He muttered, his eyebrows scrunching up as he tried to maintain his hold on the force.
"You aren't a higher being now that you have the basics of the force."
I poked his neck.
"What are you, Ezra?"
I asked, circling him, holding my stick at my side casually, walking through the force he was trying to guide to the cups.
"I'm your brother..."
I bonked him on the head lightly at that answer. It was true, but not the answer I wanted.
"Not what I meant. What are you, Ezra?"
His brows scrunched up further, trying to think of an answer along with concentrating on maintaining his hold on the force, he was struggling, but that was fine, he would get better at it.
I looked at the cups for a moment, narrowing my eyes as I felt the force surrounding them.
I put the stick on top of the desk. Walking silently behind him, I bent at my waist slightly, holding my breath as I leaned next to his ear.
"Ezra!"
He jumped, stumbling slightly to the side and falling over. I smirked, looking at him with amusement as he looked back at me with a betrayed look.
"What?"
I chuckled, reaching down to help him up to his feet.
"Sorry kid, but you have to get used to unexpected things happening, it will only make you better."
He grumbled some more and went back to trying to lift the cups again.
I walked over to the bed, sitting down and resting my elbow on my knee, my chin in the palm of my hand and waiting for his guard to bed down again.
I had to admit, this was fun. Way more fun then I thought it would be at first, but I wasn't complaining at all.
I reached out with the force, floating the clone trooper helmet toward me, holding it in my hands for a moment, looking into the visor.
I tilted my head to the side thoughtfully.
Yeah, this would not work.
I sighed, Tilting the helmet down to look inside it, pressing the same button that probably lowered the quality of my lungs a few months ago.
The mechanism activated, the padding of the helmet puffing out to fit a head that simply wasn't there.
A single bolt in the head would be blocked, but the problem was that it would heat up inside, and the heat would disable the rebreather, too, this was a very early model, not perfect...
I needed something better, something that could withstand heat more.
Beskar would be the best, but that was Mandalorian treasure, I was liable to be hunted down by them if I just up and wore it casually on my face.
... More Beskar for me, then.
I could probably use the rebreather, though, if I got a good layering on it, or even got a better one.
So, basically, I needed to scrap my blueprint... Fuck.
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"You need new clothes."
I crossed my arms, staring at Ezra with narrowed eyes, as he glared at me, which made him look more adorable.
He was growing, nine and a half, and it was going into his height, which meant, he wasn't filling out his clothes, he was making them short, hence, new clothes, but this little shit refused adamantly.
"No."
My eyebrow twitched, it's already been half an hour of me telling him that we needed to get him clothes.
"It wasn't a suggestion Ezra."
I waved a hand lazily, lifting him up with the Force as I started walking towards the door.
"Let me go, Colt!"
I ignored him, dispersing the wave of force he sent towards me to knock me off my feet. He was getting better with the force, kept thinking he was good enough to take me on, but I had to knock him down a peg a few times.
I thought kids went through the rebellious phase at the age of 14 when puberty hit everyone like a truck, but why was he being so stubborn now?
"I don't want new clothes!"
The door opened and I stepped out, with the little brat floating behind me as I stepped over the railing, jumping down, cushioning my landing with the force.
He struggled as he tried to get out of the invisible hold the whole way down. Reaching up, I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, which was going to be too little for his body in a month or two if he continued growing at the rate he was.
"Why don't you want new clothes, Brat?"
I asked as I dragged him towards the town, his feet dragging in the dirt.
"Mom got me these!"
I paused, taking a deep breath in through my nose and exhaling in exasperation. This kid...
"We won't throw away the old ones, happy?"
He stopped struggling and grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away, probably pouting.
"Alright..."
With a quiet mutter of agreement, I dragged him up, letting him stand on his two feet as I walked forward, my little brother grudgingly following after me.
He could be a handful sometimes, but that's a sibling for you, I guess...
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