章節 42: CORUSCANT ARC : Mayhem At Grand Convocation Chamber
The Senate chambers buzzed with activity as the floating platform carrying Senator Palpatine, Padmé, her Handmaidens, Captain Panaka, and Tooru—disguised as an aide—glided into the assembly area. The grandeur of the Senate Building was overwhelming, with thousands of Senators and their aides seated in the circular assembly. The atmosphere was tense, reflecting the high-stakes discussion that was about to unfold.
As their platform settled into place, Palpatine leaned closer to Padmé, his voice low and persuasive. "If the Federation moves to defer the motion... Your Majesty," he began, his tone carefully measured, "I beg of you to call for a vote of no confidence in the Chancellor."
Padmé, her expression calm but focused, responded, "We will see how things go, Senator."
Palpatine pressed on, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to convey the urgency of the situation. "Your Majesty, you must force a new election for Supreme Chancellor," he urged. "I promise you there are many who will support us... it is our best chance... our only chance to save Naboo."
Padmé studied Palpatine carefully, weighing his words. "You truly believe Chancellor Valorum will not bring our motion to a vote?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of doubt.
Palpatine nodded solemnly. "He is distracted," he replied, lowering his voice. "He is afraid. He will be of no help to us, so we need a strong leader."
As Palpatine's words hung in the air, Padmé couldn't help but recall a conversation she had with Gojo before coming to the Senate. The memory replayed vividly in her mind.
In the flashback, Padmé had approached Gojo, her concern evident. "If we declare ourselves independent, wouldn't Naboo and I, as Queen, be left vulnerable? Our defense forces are minimal at best," she had asked, her voice heavy with responsibility.
Gojo, ever the strategist, had given her a thoughtful look. "If you declare independence, Naboo will become a target. That's why you'll need to create a situation that makes them think twice before acting against you," he had replied. His tone had shifted, indicating the seriousness of his next words. "I can cause mayhem—something that will scare them off when you make your declaration. But remember, that's the craziest option I suggested, and it should be your last resort. I still recommend trying options one and two first. Do you remember that, Padmé?"
Padmé had nodded, but her concern lingered. "Will you stay with me during the special Senate session? I think I might have more confidence if you're there."
Gojo had smiled slightly, shaking his head. "Tooru will take care of you. Besides, I still need to deal with the Jedi Temple situation."
Padmé had hesitated, then spoke with growing affection and concern, "Alright… But don't take too long. And, Gojo, the binding vow you have with Sukuna… you have no way out, do you?"
Gojo had given her a reassuring smile. "I always have a way out. And if the Senate building experiences a blackout or something chaotic happens, that means I'm causing mayhem again. See you later, Padmé. May every choice you make be the right one."
With that, Gojo had disappeared, leaving Padmé to face the Senate with his parting words echoing in her mind. Now, standing in the Senate chambers, she realized how critical her decisions would be—not just for Naboo, but for everything Gojo had put on the line.
"The Chair recognizes the Senator from the sovereign system of Naboo," called out Supreme Chancellor Valorum.
When Naboo was called forth, the Naboo congressional box started floating into the center of the Senate.
"Supreme Chancellor, delegates of the Senate. A tragedy has occurred on our peaceful system of Naboo," said Palpatine. "We have become caught in a dispute you're all well aware of, which began right here with the taxation of trade routes, and has now engulfed our entire planet in the oppressions of the Trade Federation."
When Palpatine finished his introduction speech, a second congressional box rushed into the center of the Senate. The box was filled with Federation trade barons led by Lott Dod, the Senator for the Federation.
"This is outrageous!" cried out Senator Lott. "I object to the Senator's statements! And we demand Gojo Satoru be captured due to the abuse he did towards the Viceroy of the Trade Federation!"
"The Chair does not recognize the Senator from the Trade Federation at this time," stated Chancellor Valorum. "Please return to your station."
When Lott Dod heard Valorum telling him to go back, he reluctantly moved the congressional box to its rightful place.
"To state our allegations, I present Queen Amidala," said Palpatine.
Padmé stood up in the congressional box with all the eyes of the Senate on her. There was some applause for her. While Padmé looked at all of the Senators, she was tense and nervous, but she soon started to calm herself down.
"Honorable representatives of the Republic, distinguished delegates, and Your Honor Supreme Chancellor Valorum," called out Padmé. "I come to you under the gravest of circumstances. My home planet of Naboo has been invaded by force. Invaded... against all the laws of the Republic... by the Droid Armies of the Trade... and the exclusive broadcast happened from Naboo, where Gojo did what he had to do to help us."
Soon, the congressional box of the Trade Federation rushed into the center of the Senate.
"I object!" cried out Senator Lott Dod. "There is no proof. This is incredible. We recommend a commission be sent to Naboo to ascertain the truth of these accusations, and we still demand Gojo Satoru to be captured due to his crimes towards the Trade Federation."
"Overruled," declared Chancellor Valorum.
"Your Honor, you cannot allow us to be condemned without reasonable observation," cried out Senator Lott Dod. "It's against all the rules of procedure."
After making his statement, a third congressional box moved into the center with Ambassador Aks Moe from the Congress of Malastare. Ambassador Moe began to address the Senate.
"The Congress of Malastare concurs with the honorable delegate from the Trade Federation," stated Ambassador Moe. "A commission must be appointed... that is the law. Also, I demand that Gojo Satoru be captured. A man who disrespects the law must be detained."
"The point..." said Chancellor Valorum as he conferred with his aides and his Vice Chairman, Mas Amedda, about the subject.
Palpatine leaned forward near Padmé's ear and whispered.
"Now enter the bureaucrats, the true rulers of the Republic, and on the payroll of the Trade Federation," whispered Palpatine. "I might add, that this is where Chancellor Valorum's strength and power will disappear."
"The point is conceded... Section 523A takes precedence here," said Chancellor Valorum sadly. "Queen Amidala of the planet, Naboo, will you defer your motion to allow a commission to explore the validity of your accusations?"
At this, Padmé's anger began to rise. "The exclusive broadcast itself comes from Naboo! I am here to make sure that our people are safe! I still have more proof. If you ignore the exclusive broadcast, on this holopad there is proof that you all need to see."
The entire Senate erupted into shock, with Senators and aides alike whispering and talking among themselves as the tension in the room mounted.
Palpatine, seeing the holopad in Padmé's hands and realizing the potential threat to his plans, felt his mood sour. He discreetly took out his own holopad and began typing a message to activate a backup plan, his mind racing with the implications.
Padmé handed the holopad to an aide, who quickly connected it to the congressional box's connectors. A hologram projection of the video appeared in the center of the Senate for all to see.
The projection showed a harrowing scene: the people of Naboo being herded into camps, the Droid Army invading Theed Palace, with Nute Gunray and his forces live inside the castle. The video ended, leaving the Senate chamber in stunned silence.
"This video must be a fake!" Senator Lott Dod shouted, breaking the silence with his accusations. "This is a ploy by Queen Amidala and Gojo Satoru to sully the Trade Federation's reputation. I demand that both of them be arrested!"
Whispers spread rapidly through the Senate, the weight of the video and Lott Dod's accusations causing a stir among the delegates.
Then, in a show of support for Dod, twenty congressional boxes floated forward, each representing Senators who were in agreement. "We Senators also agree with Senator Dod that this video could have been faked to discredit the Trade Federation. We demand both of them be arrested."
Chancellor Valorum, visibly conflicted, raised his hand to restore order in the chamber. "I have made a decision," he stated, his voice carrying the weight of reluctant authority. "Even though the video evidence provided by Queen Amidala could be real, we don't know that for certain. As for Gojo Satoru, given the chaos he has caused by broadcasting the deaths of individuals live, I have decided that he should be arrested."
Padmé's anger flared up inside her, but she kept her composure, remaining silent as the decision was handed down. The frustration was clear in her eyes, but she knew that any outburst could further jeopardize her position and the fate of Naboo.
The Senate chamber buzzed with the fallout from Valorum's decision, the tension escalating as the gravity of the situation settled over everyone present.
"You see, Your Majesty, the Chancellor is weak and powerless to help our people," Palpatine said, his voice smooth and insistent. "We need someone stronger to lead the Republic, so please, call for a vote of no—"
Suddenly, Padmé's mind flashed back to her conversation with Gojo. His voice echoed in her memory: "The third option is very dangerous. To be truthful, in your current position, you don't have the power to create a situation on your own. However, I will never abandon my allies. One way or another, I will cause mayhem that will probably make the whole Republic fear Naboo."
A small chuckle escaped Padmé's lips as she recalled Gojo's words. He's like a crazy person, unbounded by rules, but still, he does whatever it takes to make sure his lover and friends have the benefits they deserve, she thought.
Drawing in a deep breath, Padmé straightened her posture, her voice cutting through the murmurs and whispers of the Senate like a blade. "Honorable Senators, I stand before you today not as a supplicant, but as a sovereign ruler of a proud and peaceful world that has been unjustly invaded. I have listened to your deliberations, seen your hesitations, and now I understand that our pleas have fallen on deaf ears."
Her eyes swept over the assembly, her voice growing in strength and conviction. "Chancellor Valorum speaks of doubt, of uncertainty in the evidence we have provided. But there is no doubt in my heart, nor in the hearts of my people, that Naboo has been wronged. We have been invaded, our citizens oppressed, and our sovereignty trampled underfoot by those who seek to exploit our resources and our people."
The room fell silent as her words took hold, the weight of her resolve pressing down on every Senator in the chamber.
"And now," Padmé continued, her tone resolute, "I see that the Republic, in its current state, is unable or unwilling to come to our aid. Therefore, I stand here to declare, with the full authority vested in me as Queen of Naboo, that we will no longer submit to the dictates of a corrupt and impotent government. From this moment forward, Naboo is independent from the Republic!"
Gasps echoed through the Senate chamber, the shockwave of her declaration rippling outward as Senators exchanged stunned glances.
"We will govern ourselves, protect our people, and defend our world from any who would seek to harm us. We will not be intimidated by the Trade Federation, nor will we cower before the inaction of this body."
Padmé's voice rang out, clear and unwavering. "Let it be known that Naboo will stand alone if it must, but we will stand strong. We will not be silenced, we will not be oppressed, and we will not be ignored!"
As Padmé's bold declaration echoed through the Senate chamber, the reaction was immediate and intense. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire, but none were more shocked than Senator Palpatine. For a brief moment, his composed demeanor faltered, his eyes narrowing as the implications of Padmé's words sunk in. This was not the plan he had meticulously orchestrated—Padmé had just thrown a wrench into his carefully laid strategy.
Palpatine's mind raced as he quickly calculated his next move. Though this unexpected declaration had sent his plans veering off course, he realized that there might still be a way to turn this to his advantage. If I can position myself as the only viable candidate to stabilize the chaos she has just unleashed, I could still ascend to power. His lips curled into a controlled, almost imperceptible smile as he began formulating a new angle to salvage the situation.
Meanwhile, Senator Lott Dod, the Neimoidian representative of the Trade Federation, was visibly rattled. His usual sneer gave way to a look of disbelief, his red eyes widening as he processed Padmé's declaration. This was not just an unexpected move; it was a direct threat to the Trade Federation's interests.
The Neimoidian's face flushed a pale shade of green, his voice stammering with a mix of indignation and fear. "Th-this is an outrage! The Queen has overstepped her bounds! Such a declaration is illegal—treasonous! The Republic cannot stand by and allow Naboo to sever itself from the galaxy!"
Lott Dod's words rang hollow in the Senate chamber, where the shock of Padmé's declaration still held sway. His frantic attempts to rally support only further highlighted the Trade Federation's desperation, and the Senators around him exchanged skeptical glances. The Neimoidians were known for their greed and cowardice, and Lott Dod's reaction only solidified the perception that the Trade Federation was more concerned with their own profits than with any real sense of justice or order.
Palpatine, now regaining his composure, decided to intervene. "Queen Amidala's declaration is indeed unprecedented," he began, his voice calm and measured, masking the turmoil inside. "But in these dire circumstances, it is a decision born out of the Republic's failure to protect one of its own. We must consider this a wake-up call—a sign that we must act swiftly and decisively. The Republic's strength lies in its unity, and if we are to preserve that unity, we must be prepared to make difficult decisions."
Palpatine's words, though seemingly in support of Padmé's decision, were carefully chosen to steer the Senate's emotions in his favor. He would use the ensuing chaos to position himself as the leader who could restore order
As Palpatine's calculated words began to sink in, the Senate chamber remained in a tense silence. However, before the Senators could fully process the implications of his statement, Supreme Chancellor Valorum stepped forward, his face pale and his expression grave.
"Queen Amidala," Valorum began, his voice wavering slightly as he grappled with the magnitude of the situation. "Your declaration is not only unprecedented but also a direct act of treason against the Galactic Republic. By severing Naboo from the Republic, you threaten the very foundation of our unity. As Supreme Chancellor, I have no choice but to declare both you and Gojo Satoru to be—"
Before Valorum could finish his sentence, the lights in the Senate chamber flickered and abruptly went out, plunging the entire assembly into darkness. A collective gasp echoed through the chamber as the Senators and their aides struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
"What is going on?" Valorum's voice, now tinged with panic, cut through the darkness. "This is—"
The lights suddenly flickered back on, restoring a brief sense of normalcy to the room, but just as quickly as they had returned, they went out again, plunging the chamber into darkness once more. The sudden, erratic blackouts sent a wave of unease through the assembly, the uncertainty gripping every member of the Senate.
And then, without warning, a loud explosion reverberated through the building, shaking the very foundations of the Senate. The source of the explosion was unknown, but the sound was unmistakable. Fear and confusion rippled through the Senate chamber as the delegates and their aides began to panic.
"What's happening?!" someone shouted, their voice lost in the growing chaos.
Valorum, struggling to regain control, looked around desperately. "Security! We need security in here immediate
The lights flickered and buzzed erratically as the roof of the Senate chamber—the Grand Convocation Chamber—was suddenly torn apart by a massive force. Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring the view as Senators and their aides ducked for cover, shielding themselves from the falling debris.
When the dust began to settle, a shocking sight emerged at the center of the chamber. Gojo Satoru, radiating an aura of overwhelming power, stood triumphantly on the floor, holding the unconscious form of Pong Krell, the traitor Jedi, by the neck. The traitorous Jedi hung limply in Gojo's grasp, his usually imposing presence reduced to one of utter defeat.
Gojo's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and disdain as he surveyed the chaotic scene around him. The sunlight streamed in through the gaping hole in the ceiling, casting a harsh light on the stunned Senators and reflecting off the white hair of the sorcerer.
With a smirk, Gojo leaned in closer to Krell, his voice dripping with contempt. "The sunlight shines upon you, Krell, and all it reveals is how utterly pathetic you are."
The Senate chamber was deathly silent as everyone tried to process what they were witnessing. Gojo's arrival had been nothing short of cataclysmic, and the display of raw power left no doubt in anyone's mind that they were dealing with someone far beyond the Republic's understanding or control.
Palpatine, who had been watching the entire spectacle unfold, felt a surge of both frustration and grudging admiration. Gojo's actions had thrown the Senate into complete disarray, but there was still a twisted opportunity in this chaos. If he could play this right, he could turn even this unexpected development to his advantage.
As Valorum's voice trembled with the effort to regain control, Gojo's gaze turned icy, his three-pupil eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent chills down the spine of everyone in the chamber. The unusual, almost unnatural appearance of Gojo's eyes caught the attention of those present, most notably Padmé, who had been watching the scene unfold with growing concern.
Padmé couldn't help but fixate on Gojo's transformed appearance. Three pupils in each eye… What has he become? she thought, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the full extent of his transformation. This was the same Gojo she had come to know, yet there was something profoundly different about him—something both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Meanwhile, Palpatine, ever the master of manipulation, carefully observed Gojo's three-pupil eyes with a mix of fascination and wariness. This was a development he had not anticipated. The power emanating from Gojo was unlike anything Palpatine had encountered, and it intrigued him. Three pupils… What kind of power does this signify? Palpatine thought, his mind already working to analyze and possibly exploit this new information.
Palpatine's reaction was subtle; he masked his interest with a composed demeanor, but inside, he was calculating the potential implications. This power could be both a threat and an opportunity, he mused. If I could harness it—or at least, ensure it doesn't turn against me—Gojo could be an invaluable asset or a formidable adversary.
Gojo, seemingly unfazed by the attention his eyes were drawing, tightened his grip on Pong Krell, who was still limp in his hand. With a swift motion, Gojo delivered a sharp kick to Krell's side, sending a shockwave through his body. "Wake up and do your best," Gojo commanded, his voice cold and mocking, as if daring Krell to make another move.
The scene was tense; Valorum's eyes widened in horror at the display of power and the blatant disregard for the Senate's authority. "Gojo Satoru... what is the meaning of this?" Valorum demanded again, though his voice was noticeably weaker.
Gojo, with a cold and amused smile, replied to Valorum, "The meaning? It means you probably got thrown out of office," he laughed, the sound reverberating ominously in the already tense Senate chamber. His attention shifted to Pong Krell, who, despite the brutal treatment, struggled to stand.
Krell, clearly beaten but not entirely broken, spoke with a shaky voice, "Although I've done evil deeds, I still have the right to be arrested—"
But before he could finish, Gojo's expression darkened. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Sankt Bogen, an enormous, ethereal bow that manifested within the chamber, towering over the Senators and casting long shadows. The bow materialized with a crackle of energy, its massive Heilig Pfeil (holy arrows) glowing with an ominous light.
Without hesitation, Gojo unleashed the bow, the Heilig Pfeil tearing through the air and striking Krell with devastating force. The impact was catastrophic, sending a shockwave that reverberated through the chamber and leaving Krell on the brink of death. The once-powerful Jedi traitor was now a pitiful figure, barely clinging to life as he lay on the Senate floor.
Gojo, seemingly satisfied with the damage done, activated his Almighty ability. With his three-pupil gaze, he peered into the future, searching for a timeline where Krell was unharmed—a future where he could continue to exact his twisted sense of justice. Upon finding the desired future, Gojo used Future Acausality to bring it into reality, causing Krell's body to suddenly heal, as if the devastating attack had never happened.
Krell, now fully restored, gasped in confusion and fear, his eyes wide with terror as he realized that Gojo wasn't just interested in killing him—Gojo was playing with him, using his power to torture him in ways Krell had never imagined.
The Senators, already horrified by the initial attack, were now completely aghast at the display of power and sadistic control. Valorum was speechless, his authority completely undermined by Gojo's overwhelming abilities.
Palpatine, watching this unfold, felt a mix of emotions—frustration, fear, and an undeniable sense of awe. He realized that Gojo's power was beyond anything he could have anticipated, and he would need to be more careful than ever in how he approached this unpredictable force of nature.
The Senators, already horrified by the initial attack, were now completely aghast at the display of power and sadistic control. Valorum was speechless, his authority completely undermined by Gojo's overwhelming abilities.
Palpatine, watching this unfold, felt a mix of emotions—frustration, fear, and an undeniable sense of awe. He realized that Gojo's power was beyond anything he could have anticipated, and he would need to be more careful than ever in how he approached this unpredictable force of nature.
Pong Krell, still reeling from the confusion of being healed after the devastating blow, gasped in terror. "What's happening? I know I was on the brink of dea—"
Before Krell could finish, Gojo moved with blinding speed. His hand pierced Krell's chest effortlessly, and when Gojo withdrew it, Krell's still-beating heart was in his grasp. The sight was horrifying—a dark testament to Gojo's absolute power and merciless intent.
Krell's eyes widened in shock as he felt his life force slipping away, yet again. But just as the darkness began to close in, Gojo activated his Almighty ability once more. The surreal power of Future Acausality surged through Krell, healing him instantly. His heart, despite being outside his body, began to regenerate, the wound in his chest sealing up as if nothing had happened.
Krell, now fully restored for a second time, was trembling with fear and confusion. His mind struggled to comprehend the nightmare he was trapped in, but Gojo's cold, mocking voice cut through his terror.
"Maybe you've started going crazy," Gojo taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he squeezed the still-beating heart in his hand, relishing in Krell's terror.
The Senators could only watch in paralyzed horror as Gojo toyed with Krell, pushing the boundaries of life and death with terrifying ease. The very air in the chamber was thick with dread, as everyone present realized just how powerless they were in the face of Gojo Satoru's unimaginable power.
Krell's voice quivered with desperation as he screamed out, "I'll talk! I confess! The Trade Federation did invade Naboo! The Viceroy and the Dark Lord of the Sith hired me to kill Gojo and Queen Amidala!"
The Senate chamber erupted into chaos, the shocking revelation sending shockwaves through the assembly. Senators gasped in disbelief, their collective fear now mingled with confusion and outrage. The sudden confession shattered any semblance of order that had remained.
Even Palpatine, who had been watching the spectacle with his usual calm demeanor, was caught off guard. His mind raced to process Krell's words, the unexpected turn of events throwing his meticulously crafted plans into disarray. This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. Could it be…? Has my master, Plagueis, acted on his own? The thought sent a chill down Palpatine's spine.
Gojo, still holding Krell's heart in his hand, watched the unfolding chaos with an amused smirk. The fear and confusion in the Senate were palpable, and Krell's desperate confession had only intensified the panic.
Valorum, struggling to maintain any semblance of control, looked to Krell in disbelief. "Is this true?!" he demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. "Has the Trade Federation truly conspired with the Sith to murder a member of the Senate and invade a sovereign—"
Before Valorum could finish his sentence, Gojo, with a sudden and brutal motion, hurled Krell across the chamber.
The impact was devastating. Krell's body slammed into the wall with a sickening crunch, his bones audibly cracking under the force of the blow. The room fell into a stunned silence as Gojo's laughter echoed through the chamber, chilling the blood of everyone present.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Too late now!" Gojo's voice boomed with manic glee. "I want to test my new ability!"
Without hesitation, Gojo activated his Almighty ability for the third time. The surreal power of Future Acausality surged once more, and Krell's broken body began to mend itself. Bones realigned, and flesh knitted back together, but the process was anything but gentle. Krell's agonized screams filled the chamber as his body was forcibly restored to its previous state, only to face more torment.
With a dark and taunting smile, Gojo kicked Krell's double-bladed lightsabers towards him, the weapon skidding to a stop at the traitor's feet. "Pick it up!" Gojo commanded, his voice dripping with cruel mockery. "PICK IT UPPPPP!"
Krell, trembling and barely able to move from the pain and fear, hesitated as his eyes flicked between the lightsaber and Gojo. The terror was clear on his face; he knew that no matter what he did, he was at Gojo's mercy.
The Senators watched in horrified silence, unable to believe the spectacle unfolding before them. This was beyond anything they had ever witnessed—pure, unbridled power wielded by someone with no regard for life or law.
Valorum, who had been trying to maintain control, was now completely powerless in the face of Gojo's terrifying abilities. Palpatine, still observing, realized just how dire the situation had become. Gojo's power was a wild card that even he might not be able to control, and the ramifications of this chaos were still unknown.
Krell, his voice breaking with fear, shouted, "Why am I still alive?"
Gojo's gaze bore down on Krell with cold amusement, his three-pupil eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "Maybe all this is just an illusion," Gojo mused, his voice laced with dark humor, "or perhaps it's a horrifying reality where even death is disgusted with you and has left you with me—a crazy man with crazy eyes."
Gojo's words, paired with the unsettling gaze of his three pupils, left Krell—and the entire Senate—utterly paralyzed in fear, as they realized just how far beyond their understanding and control Gojo Satoru truly was.
Krell, driven by sheer terror and desperation, shakily reached for his double-bladed lightsabers. His hands trembled as he picked them up and ignited the blades—one blue, one green. The hum of the energy weapons filled the tense silence of the Senate chamber. The fear was clear in his eyes, but he knew there was no escape from the nightmare that was Gojo Satoru.
Gojo's grin widened as he saw Krell comply. "That's very good, yes... I like that," he taunted, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Now, answer my call... Arm of Darkness!"
Suddenly, the entire chamber was plunged into darkness. The blackness was suffocating, consuming everything in its path, leaving the Senators and onlookers in complete disarray. Just as abruptly as it appeared, the darkness receded, converging and swirling toward Gojo's outstretched hand.
When the light returned to the room, Gojo stood at the center, his figure even more imposing. In his grasp was a weapon unlike anything the Senate had ever seen—the Arm of Darkness, a dark sword with an ominous aura, reminiscent of Odin's sword from the legends of Final Fantasy XVI. The weapon seemed to pulsate with a dark energy, yet there was no mistaking the power it held.
Palpatine, who had been carefully observing every move, felt his composure crack. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he processed what he was witnessing. This power... it's the dark side, yet not... He wields the darkness, but he isn't consumed by it. How is that possible? Palpatine's mind raced, trying to understand this new development. Gojo was wielding a force that should have corrupted him, yet there was no trace of the madness that typically accompanied such power. This was something new, something terrifyingly unpredictable.
Meanwhile, Padmé, who had been silently watching Gojo's transformation, found herself equally astonished. The three pupils in his eyes, the Arm of Darkness—what had Gojo become? Her heart pounded as she tried to reconcile the man she knew with the figure before her.
"He... he has three pupils in each eye... And that weapon, it's like he's wielding darkness itself," Padmé whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and concern. "But how? How can he control something so powerful without losing himself?"
As Gojo and Pong Krell prepared to clash once more, with Gojo clearly intent on torturing Krell further, the tense situation was suddenly interrupted by the entrance of Mace Windu and a group of Jedi Masters. They burst through the Grand Convocation Chamber door, their presence instantly commanding attention.
"Pong Krell, you're under arrest for collaborating with the Sith and attempting to assassinate Queen Amidala!" Mace Windu declared, his voice firm and unyielding.
Krell, seeing this as an opportunity to escape the hellish situation Gojo had created, moved to make his escape. But Gojo, now casually sitting down, couldn't resist mocking Mace Windu. "Nice speech, Bald Head, but the enemy's getting away," Gojo taunted with a smirk.
Mace Windu, ignoring Gojo's taunts, immediately ordered the Jedi to search for Krell's escape route. "Don't let him get away!"
Gojo, still grinning, leaned back and waved dismissively. "You won't need to do anything, Bald Head. He'll be back shortly," Gojo said, his mind already scheming how he would use the Almighty to troll Pong Krell even further.
In Pong Krell's perspective, as he tried to escape, panic gripped him. I need to report this to Darth Plagueis. If I can just get away—
Suddenly, Krell found himself back in the Grand Convocation Chamber. "Huh? Did I just return to the—"
Before he could finish his thought, Gojo, with a sudden burst of energy, jumped right in front of him, shouting, "Yoooo! Welcome back to the land of the living!"
Krell's mind, already pushed to its limits, couldn't take the shock. The Jedi Master's eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold from sheer terror.
Gojo, now standing over the unconscious Krell, turned to Mace Windu and the other Jedi. "Alright, monks, do your thing."
Mace Windu, struggling to maintain his composure after repeatedly being mocked by Gojo, now fully understood the frustration Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had felt. This man is insufferable, Mace thought, his patience wearing thin. As he finished securing the Jedi restraints on Pong Krell, he said, "Gojo, we need to talk outside this room."
But Gojo, his three-pupil eyes glowing with a mix of power and amusement, wasn't done yet. "Give me a minute, Bald Head. I want to address the audience here first."
Without waiting for a response, Gojo casually waved his hand, and before anyone could react, the very floor of the Grand Convocation Chamber began to shift and move. The Senators and Jedi alike watched in stunned silence as the ground beneath them transformed, parts of the floor rising and folding in on themselves, creating a set of grand staircase that led directly to Queen Amidala's congressional box.
Valorum, who had been struggling to maintain some semblance of order in the chaos, was left speechless. His eyes widened in disbelief at the display of power. How is he doing this? he wondered, a sense of dread settling in. This kind of power... it defies everything we know about the Force.
Palpatine, ever the master of composure, managed to keep his expression neutral, but inside, his mind was racing. Matter manipulation? To this degree? The implications of Gojo's abilities were staggering. He's not just powerful—he's rewriting the rules. Palpatine's gaze narrowed slightly as he watched Gojo ascend the newly formed stairs. This will need to be handled with extreme caution.
Mace Windu, still standing by the unconscious Krell, felt a surge of frustration. This is beyond any normal power he used , he thought, gripping his lightsaber hilt. Gojo's actions were audacious, and Mace was struggling to reconcile the immense power on display with the arrogance that accompanied it. We need to keep an eye on him... he's too unpredictable.
Queen Amidala, or Padmé, watched in awe as the stairs materialized before her. Her heart pounded as she realized just how far beyond the realm of normality Gojo's powers extended. He's... he's reshaping reality itself, she thought, her admiration mingling with a deep worry. She didn't question her alignment with him—she was already in love with Gojo and had declared it before. Instead, her thoughts were consumed by concern for him. How many sacrifices has he made to reach this level of power? How much more will he endure?
As Gojo ascended the stairs he had created, the entire chamber watched in a mix of awe, fear, and uncertainty. His power was undeniable, and the display left everyone questioning just what kind of force they were dealing with.
When Gojo finally reached Queen Amidala's congressional box, he gently placed his hand on her right cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "You okay, my little princess?" he asked, his voice soft and caring.
Padmé felt the warmth of his hand and blushed slightly but maintained her composure as Queen Amidala. "I'm fine, Gojo," she replied, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside her.
Gojo then turned to address the entire Senate, his tone shifting to one of playful arrogance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, what do you say, folks? Should we ditch this third-rate club now that Naboo's gone solo?" His voice dripped with a mix of mockery and defiance, echoing through the chamber with the kind of confidence that made everyone uneasy. His words weren't just a statement; they were a challenge, a dare to the Senate to react. The Senators were left reeling, each one grappling with the realization that they were dealing with someone who didn't just bend the rules—he shattered them.
Queen Amidala, her voice steady yet filled with a sense of newfound freedom, responded, "You're right, Gojo. The burden on my shoulders and heart has been lifted." Her words carried the weight of her resolve, a dignified acceptance of the path she had chosen. As she spoke, there was a grace to her tone, a sense of liberation that matched the newfound independence of her planet.
With Gojo leading the way, Padmé, her handmaidens, and Captain Panaka began their descent down the grand staircase he had created, their steps purposeful and united. The display was powerful—a Queen walking away from a crumbling Republic, led by a man who was as unpredictable as he was unstoppable.
As Palpatine moved to join them, his footsteps faltered as Gojo placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Hold up, old man," Gojo said, his voice casual yet laced with an undertone of authority. "You've got your own little war to finish here, right? Gotta make sure the Republic's nice and clean, free from all that corruption, yeah?"
Palpatine, ever the master of disguise, kept his face neutral, but inside, his mind was spinning. This three-pupil freak... he knows exactly how to twist the knife.
Palpatine, quickly regaining his composure, responded, "Of course, Gojo. Once I've completed my task and secured the Senate's support for Naboo, I trust that Naboo will consider rejoining the Republic—"
Gojo cut him off with a mocking chuckle. "Save it, old man. Just push that vote of no confidence and be done with it." His three-pupil gaze bore into Palpatine, a silent reminder that he wasn't easily fooled.
Palpatine seethed inwardly but managed to keep his calm exterior intact. This isn't over, he thought, watching as Gojo and Padmé continued their descent, leaving him to his schemes and the chaos they created
As they descended the grand staircase, the air thick with tension and triumph, Captain Panaka, ever loyal and steadfast, couldn't help but voice his thoughts. "Gojo, isn't Palpatine supposed to be a good man? I've known you only for a few days, but why do you antagonize him like this?"
Without missing a beat, Gojo pulled out a silent holopad, its screen flickering to life with incriminating evidence—shady deals, backdoor negotiations, and proof of how Palpatine had orchestrated the Trade Federation's invasion of Naboo. The implications were clear: Palpatine was far from the noble senator he appeared to be.
Gojo made a subtle gesture for silence, his expression never losing its playful edge. Panaka, though shocked by what he saw, quickly understood. There was far more to this game than he had initially realized, and Gojo was not one to be easily deceived.
Queen Amidala, or Padmé, glanced at the senate and couldn't suppress a smile, a mixture of pride and vindication welling up inside her. She had been bullied and belittled by the Senate, even by Valorum, who hadn't believed her claims. But now, with Gojo by her side, she felt an overwhelming sense of triumph. They were making a dramatic exit, mocking every last one of those who had doubted her.
As they continued their descent, Gojo leaned in closer to Padmé, his voice soft but teasing. "You're starting to become like me, little princess," he remarked with a grin.
Padmé's smile grew, and she felt a warmth in her chest that hadn't been there before. Gojo's words were more than just playful banter; they were a reminder that she wasn't alone in this fight. With Gojo, she had an ally who not only protected her but also empowered her to stand up against those who had wronged her.
As Gojo, Padmé, and their entourage continued their triumphant descent down the grand staircase, the tension in the Senate chamber was palpable. Just as they were about to leave, Senator Lott Dod, unable to contain his outrage, shouted, "Arrest them! They have dishonored the Republic—they—"
Before he could finish his tirade, the atmosphere in the chamber shifted dramatically. Out of nowhere, Wonder of U materialized in his stand mode, his menacing presence filling the room. This time, however, everyone in the chamber—Jedi, Senators, and even the ordinary aides—could see him clearly. His appearance was as dramatic as it was terrifying, his dark form radiating an aura of inevitability.
Wonder of U glided towards Lott Dod, his movements smooth and deliberate, his expression inscrutable. As he reached the trembling Neimoidian, he placed a cold, ethereal hand on Lott Dod's shoulder, leaning in close with an almost casual menace.
"That won't do, little insect," Wonder of U intoned, his voice low and ominous, yet strangely calm. "A little pesticide on your throat... that could be dangerous, right?"
The threat was thinly veiled, and the tone in Wonder of U's voice made it clear that it was not just a warning, but a promise. Lott Dod's eyes widened in terror, his throat constricting as if the very air around him had turned to poison. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.
The entire Senate was frozen, the sight of this otherworldly being enforcing silence upon the assembly. The stark reality of what Gojo and his allies were capable of had been driven home in the most chilling manner possible.
Gojo, observing from the staircase, couldn't help but smirk at the scene. Wonder of U's presence was the perfect exclamation point to their dramatic exit. Padmé, by his side, felt a surge of confidence, knowing that with allies like Gojo and Wonder of U, there was nothing they couldn't face.
Gojo, observing from the staircase, couldn't help but smirk at the scene. Wonder of U's presence was the perfect exclamation point to their dramatic exit. Padmé, by his side, felt a surge of confidence, knowing that with allies like Gojo and Wonder of U, there was nothing they couldn't face.
As they descended the grand staircase, Mace Windu approached them, his expression a mixture of skepticism and controlled curiosity. "First, a droid materializes itself out of thin air, then you casually create a grand stairway in the middle of the Senate. What else are you capable of, Gojo?" Mace's voice held a hint of frustration, but he remained composed, his eyes never leaving Gojo's three-pupil gaze.
Gojo, ever the provocateur, grinned widely. "Oh, I've got lots of things to show, Bald Head. LOTS OF THINGS!" he replied with a playful, almost childlike enthusiasm, proudly displaying his three pupils as if they were trophies.
Mace Windu, being the stoic Jedi Master he was, remained unfazed on the surface, but internally, he was wrestling with the implications of Gojo's powers. This man is an enigma, far more dangerous than I ever anticipated, Mace thought, keeping his composure as best he could.
Before the conversation could continue, Padmé, her curiosity piqued, couldn't help but voice her thoughts. "Gojo, how did you end up with three pupils? Is it part of your—"
Before she could finish, Gojo interrupted her with a mischievous smile. "Amidala, that's a show for another time," he teased, leaving the mystery of his eyes hanging in the air like a tantalizing secret.
Padmé nodded, understanding that Gojo wasn't ready to reveal everything just yet. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and affection for the enigmatic sorcerer, who seemed to always have more surprises up his sleeve.
As they reached the base of the grand staircase, Gojo, ever the provocateur, turned back to the Senate chamber and also turned to Mace windu , his voice dripping with mockery. "Any last words before I kick every last one of your asses?" His tone was playful, but the underlying menace was unmistakable, leaving everyone in the chamber unsure of whether he was joking or dead serious.
Queen Amidala, slightly taken aback by his boldness, glanced at Gojo with a mix of surprise and concern. "Aren't you just going to have a talk with Master Jedi here outside?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of worry.
Gojo chuckled, waving off her concern. "Oh sure, I'll have a nice chat with them—right after I make it clear that their justice and my defense card aren't exactly on the same page." His three-pupil eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as he added, "After all, you all watched me torture Pong Krell live, didn't you? The entire Coruscant knows what went down here today."
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Gojo wasn't just mocking them; he was reminding them of the power he held, the control he wielded over the situation. The Senators, Jedi, and onlookers were left with a chilling realization: Gojo Satoru was a force that could not be easily contained or understood.
Mace Windu, standing nearby, felt a surge of frustration. This was no ordinary conversation; it was a battle of wits, and Gojo was playing a game that the Jedi weren't used to. He was unpredictable, dangerous, and seemingly untouchable. But Mace was determined not to back down.
As Gojo turned to leave with Padmé and her entourage, the entire Senate watched in stunned silence, unsure of what would happen next. Gojo's words and actions had left an indelible mark, and it was clear that this was only the beginning of a much larger confrontation.
Gojo stepped outside the Grand Convocation Chamber, immediately confronted by Mace Windu, who had gathered a group of Jedi Masters around him. The tension was palpable, the weight of their earlier confrontation still lingering in the air.
Mace Windu, ever the voice of reason and authority, was the first to speak. "That's too much, Gojo," he said, his tone stern and unwavering. "I'm not talking about the Jedi Order or even the Force right now. I'm talking about the Republic. Your actions could destabilize the entire Republic."
Gojo paused, his gaze shifting to Mace with a hint of amusement still dancing in his three-pupil eyes. He took a moment to consider Mace's words, the weight of the Jedi Master's concern clear. But Gojo, being who he was, couldn't resist pushing back.
"Destabilize the Republic, huh?" Gojo replied, his voice carrying a light, almost mocking tone. "And here I thought the Republic was already on shaky ground without my help. Maybe it's time for a little shake-up, don't you think?"
Mace Windu's expression hardened, his frustration with Gojo's cavalier attitude evident. "This isn't a game, Gojo. The Republic is hanging by a thread. If it falls, the galaxy will descend into chaos. We're trying to maintain order, not destroy it."
Gojo paused, his attention suddenly shifting as he sensed a disturbance in the Force. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized what was happening. "Master Yoda... from the top of the Jedi Temple, no less. Specifically, the Jedi Council chamber," Gojo mused aloud, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "He's activating his battle meditation, huh?"
Mace Windu's eyes narrowed as he observed Gojo. How does he know that? The thought flickered through his mind. It's unsettling how much he seems to perceive—things even a seasoned Jedi Master like me would struggle to detect. How is he doing this?
Mace had faced Gojo before, albeit when the sorcerer was weakened, and the memory of that encounter was still fresh in his mind. Gojo had displayed a level of familiarity—or something disturbingly close to it—with every form of Jedi lightsaber combat. He's not mastered them all, but it's like he knows them intimately, Mace thought, the realization unsettling him further. Even more disturbing was Gojo's apparent awareness of Shatterpoint, a rare and highly specialized Force ability that allowed one to see the weaknesses and flaws in any opponent or situation. But this was the first time Gojo had met Mace, and yet, somehow, he knew.
Before Mace could process these thoughts further, Gojo's playful demeanor shifted, the air around him growing heavy with a sense of foreboding. The sorcerer's cursed energy began to surge, reaching its maximum potential. It combined with the infinite reserves of power Gojo seemed to possess, the dark aura of his cursed heart amplifying his already overwhelming presence.
"Aren't you keepers of peace?" Gojo said, his voice carrying a sharp edge that cut through the tension like a blade. "Why didn't you deal with the Trade Federation yourselves? You let the bomb explode, and now you're here to clean up the mess? Where were your peacekeeping skills then?"
Mace felt a chill run down his spine. There's no bluff in his words, only cold, hard truth. Gojo wasn't just powerful—he was terrifyingly so, and his words hit with the force of a sledgehammer. Mace's mind flashed back to their previous encounter. Gojo had been operating at only 50% of his reserve , and even then, he was nearly unstoppable. Mace remembered how Gojo had endured a stab from Pong Krell, and then the Temple had turned dark, the very shadows seeming to converge and empower him. And then, as if from some dark force, Gojo had manifested those eerie three-pupil eyes. What is he?
And now... Mace could feel it. This is Gojo at full strength, his cursed energy a palpable force that seemed to warp the very air around him. It was then that Mace truly realized the depth of the danger they were facing. Gojo isn't just a rogue element; he's a force of nature, one that could easily destabilize not just the Republic, but the entire galaxy if left unchecked.
Mace's resolve hardened, but so did his understanding of the peril before him. Gojo is not to be underestimated. And as the sorcerer stood there, his three-pupil eyes gleaming with power and confidence, Mace knew that this was only the beginning of a much larger, far more dangerous conflict.
Mace Windu's expression remained stern as he listened to Gojo's taunts, but a flicker of curiosity crossed his mind. "Gojo, we can postpone our conflict for a bit longer," Mace began, his voice firm but inquisitive. "I've been wondering—how did you know about my Shatterpoint perception and Master Yoda's battle meditation? This is the first time we've met, isn't it?"
Gojo's grin widened slightly, the playful glint in his three-pupil eyes growing more pronounced. "Ah, the monks I know are finally catching up," Gojo said, nodding towards the figures of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, who had just arrived on the scene.
As the Jedi Master and his Padawan approached, their expressions a mix of caution and concern, Gojo continued, "You didn't tell them about my special eyes, did you, monks?"
Obi-Wan exchanged a quick glance with Qui-Gon, who then spoke up. "It seems we've neglected to report quite a few things to the Council, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, a slight frown creasing his brow. "Gojo's eyes—or specifically, his Six Eyes, as we've come to understand—are capable of seeing through lies and strategies, perhaps even the abilities of others," Qui-Gon added, his voice carrying a tone of both caution and respect. "I didn't expect them to be this perceptive."
A realization struck Qui-Gon, and he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Wait, Gojo, when you first met us on the Lucrehulk and during your battle in the desert of Tatooine against that unknown warrior," Qui-Gon referred to Darth Maul, though he was unaware of his identity or profession. "You didn't have this kind of ability. Your blue eyes—the Six Eyes—wouldn't have been able to tell someone's abilities yet. Otherwise, you wouldn't have let that unknown warrior escape in the sudden desert storm. So, what happened, Gojo?"
Gojo's grin only widened. He playfully closed one eye, sticking his tongue out in a teasing gesture. The remaining open eye glowed with a distinct yellow hue, marked by three pupils, identical to Yhwach's. It was a clear sign that Gojo's Six Eyes had temporarily been replaced, as he was only halfway through awakening his new powers.
The change in Gojo's eyes didn't go unnoticed by the Jedi, especially Qui-Gon, who felt the shift in Gojo's presence. It was as if he was now peering into the very essence of those around him, a step beyond the already formidable Six Eyes.
Gojo laughed softly, enjoying the confusion on their faces. "Let's just say, I'm going through a little evolution of my own," he said, his voice laced with an enigmatic confidence.
Inwardly, Gojo couldn't help but reflect on his current state. A small part of the Pool of Knowledge has proven to be incredibly useful, he mused, his thoughts carrying a hint of amusement. Without that, I might have actually met my end in this Star Wars universe. A low chuckle escaped him, barely audible but enough to underline the satisfaction he felt from the edge he now possessed.
As Mace Windu listened, a realization dawned on him, sending a chill down his spine. Gojo had been eyeing the Council from the very beginning, even before his eyes had turned into this freakish three-pupil form. He wasn't just looking—he was gathering information, analyzing us, possibly understanding us in ways I hadn't considered. The moment Gojo set his gaze upon us, we were already showing our cards to him, Mace thought, the implications sinking in deeper with each passing moment. He's been a step ahead of us all along, playing a game we didn't even realize we were part of.
This unsettling awareness solidified Mace's resolve, but it also made him more cautious. Gojo isn't just powerful—he's a strategist, one who plays the long game. The Jedi are facing an opponent who knows far more about us than we do about him.
Suddenly, Gojo's voice cut through Mace's thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present. Gojo's gaze shifted upwards, as if addressing someone far beyond their immediate surroundings. "Master Yoda," Gojo called out, a grin spreading across his face. "Has your battle meditation disrupted my will or my power yet?" His tone was mocking, confident, as if daring the venerable Jedi Master to respond. "You can still answer from your Jedi Council chamber, and I can still hear it."
There was a brief pause, and then, as if carried on the wind itself, Master Yoda's voice responded, his words filled with the cryptic wisdom he was known for. "Power infinite, yours is. That cursed heart you spoke of in riddles... giving you infinite cursed energy, it does."
Gojo's grin widened, his three-pupil eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "So you've figured that out, huh? Took you long enough, Master Yoda," Gojo replied, his tone dripping with playful condescension. The game he was playing with the Jedi was far from over, and it was clear that Gojo was enjoying every moment of it.
The game he was playing with the Jedi was far from over, and it was clear that Gojo was enjoying every moment of it. "So, have you managed to depower me yet?" he asked, his tone laced with a taunting curiosity, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear it confirmed.
At that moment, Mace Windu received a call on his hologram communicator—a small device flickering to life in his hand, projecting the image of Master Yoda himself. The diminutive Jedi Master's expression was serious, his voice steady as he reported, "No effect, the battle meditation has. Unaffected, Gojo remains."
No effect? Obi-Wan thought, his mind racing. Yoda's battle meditation is one of the most powerful techniques we have, and it didn't even make a dent? What kind of power are we truly dealing with?
Qui-Gon's expression remained calm, but his thoughts were anything but. This is beyond anything I've encountered. Gojo's power... it's almost as if he exists outside the rules that govern the Force itself. How can we hope to counter something like that?
Mace Windu, however, was the first to regain his composure. The shock of Yoda's revelation only fueled his determination. He's powerful, no doubt about that. But he's also arrogant, Mace thought, his mind quickly calculating his next move. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that arrogance can be exploited.
Breaking the tense silence, Mace fixed Gojo with a steely gaze. "So, Gojo," he began, his voice calm but edged with a taunt, "will you allow me the first strike again ? After all, you're the strongest, right?"
Mace's thoughts churned as he spoke, analyzing every nuance of Gojo's demeanor. He's already revealed so much of our abilities, but that arrogance of his... it's his greatest weakness. I can use that.
Gojo, ever the provocateur, grinned widely, his confidence unshaken. "First strike, huh? Sure, why not," he replied, his tone dripping with playful condescension. "I won't move from this spot for the next two minutes. That's your opening."
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged uneasy glances, both of them sensing the tension in the air. This is it, Obi-Wan thought, gripping his lightsaber tightly. We have to be ready for anything.
Qui-Gon's mind was focused, already preparing for what was to come. He may be giving us an opening, but with Gojo, nothing is ever as it seems. We must proceed with caution.
Mace Windu, his lightsaber hilt firmly in hand, kept his gaze locked on Gojo. You may be the strongest, Gojo, he thought, his resolve hardening, but even the strongest have their limits. And I intend to find yours.
As Mace Windu prepared for what might be the most critical confrontation of his life, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement from within his group. Kit Fisto, ever the swift and decisive warrior, made a sudden attempt to pierce Gojo with his lightsaber, aiming to exploit the opening Gojo had seemingly offered.
But in an instant, Kit Fisto's lightsaber came to an almost complete halt, as if time itself had slowed around him. The energy blade, which should have cut through the air with lethal precision, instead hovered in place, mere inches from Gojo's form, its momentum utterly halted.
Mace's eyes widened in realization. Limitless... The word echoed in his mind as he grasped the truth. Gojo wasn't bluffing when he revealed his ability in their first encounter. His words, spoken with such confidence back then, now rang true: "Everything that approaches me that was harmfull to him will slow down to a near halt."
He wasn't bluffing, Mace thought, the weight of the realization crashing down on him. This is Gojo at full power.
Gojo's grin didn't falter as he watched the stunned reactions of the Jedi. His three-pupil eyes gleamed with an almost mischievous light as he observed Kit Fisto's lightsaber hanging in the air, frozen by the invisible barrier of his Limitless technique.
"Nice try," Gojo said, his tone dripping with mockery, "but you'll have to do better than that if you want to get through to me." He glanced at Mace, his smile widening. "I told you, didn't I? For the next two minutes, I won't move. So feel free to take your best shot."
Mace's mind raced, his previous confidence now tinged with a cold realization. He's not just strong—he's untouchable. The power of Limitless was no mere boast; it was an impenetrable defense, one that rendered conventional attacks useless.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, both observing the scene remember their first encounter, felt a sinking feeling in their chests. How do we fight something we can't even reach? Obi-Wan wondered, gripping his lightsaber tightly.
Qui-Gon's thoughts mirrored Obi-Wan's concern, but he maintained his focus. There has to be a way. Gojo may be powerful, but there's always a weakness. We just have to find it.
Mace Windu, however, knew that their options were rapidly dwindling. This isn't just a test of strength—it's a battle of wits, and Gojo is playing a game where he holds all the cards.
Gojo's voice cut through their thoughts once again, his tone as carefree as ever. "Time's ticking, gentlemen. If you don't make your move soon, I might just get bored."
Mace Windu's mind raced as he quickly devised a plan. If we can't break through his barrier, maybe we can box him in, press him with his own defenses, he thought, a sliver of hope forming. He discreetly activated his holopad communicator, sending a message directly to Master Yoda. "Master Yoda, instead of trying to weaken Gojo with your battle meditation, use it to empower us—enhance our Force abilities. Coordination and empowering our will can come later. It might be our best chance."
On the other end, Yoda, ever the wise strategist, considered Mace's proposal. "Agree, I do," Yoda responded, his voice calm and deliberate. "Shift focus, we must."
As the plan was set into motion, Yaddle, a fellow Jedi Master in the Jedi Council, approached Yoda. "Let me help you in the battle meditation," she offered, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Gojo, watching the exchange with his ever-present grin, let out a laugh that echoed through the tense atmosphere. "AHAHAHAHA! Are you really sure you want to tell your opponent your strategy?" His tone was filled with mockery, but there was also a hint of genuine amusement in his voice.
The Jedi's resolve didn't waver, even as Gojo taunted them. Obi-Wan, gripping his lightsaber, felt the surge of Force energy as Master Yoda's battle meditation began to empower them all. We have to stay focused. We can't let his words distract us, Obi-Wan reminded himself, steeling his nerves.
Qui-Gon, feeling the same surge, knew that this was their best—and possibly only—chance. Gojo is powerful, but if we work together, we might be able to contain him, he thought, readying himself for the upcoming clash.
Mace Windu, however, remained the most focused of all. He knew that the slightest misstep could be catastrophic. We've revealed part of our strategy, but Gojo's arrogance might be his downfall, Mace thought, hoping that Gojo's overconfidence would lead him to underestimate the combined power of the Jedi.
Gojo, still grinning, watched as the Jedi prepared to execute their plan. His three-pupil eyes gleamed with excitement. "Well then, let's see if your little strategy can even make me blink," he challenged, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had never truly been tested.
Suddenly, Mace Windu gave a sharp order. "Kit Fisto, Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin—continue the assault. Keep slashing at Gojo, even if you don't hit him. We can't let up."
The Jedi Masters responded immediately, their lightsabers igniting in unison, the blue and green blades cutting through the air with precision. They moved with the fluidity and coordination that only years of training could produce, their strikes aimed at every possible angle around Gojo.
Gojo, standing still at the center of the onslaught, didn't flinch. Each lightsaber strike slowed to a near halt as it approached him, the limitless barrier around him warping space and time, rendering their attacks useless. He watched with that same infuriating grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"One minute, twenty-five seconds remaining," Gojo taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He didn't even bother to move, his confidence unwavering as the Jedi's best efforts failed to touch him.
Mace Windu, ever the strategist, leaned in close to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, speaking in a whisper so faint that even Gojo couldn't hear. "You two, keep using Force push from both sides."
Obi-Wan glanced at Mace with concern. "Master, will the Force push even have an effect on him?"
Mace nodded slightly. "Not directly. But the Force wave I used before managed to throw him off the building and make him crash. We need to keep up the pressure, keep him off balance. We're going to make sure his barrier doesn't have time to adapt."
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged a brief look of understanding before they positioned themselves on opposite sides of Gojo. They focused their energy, ready to unleash simultaneous Force pushes in an attempt to create a shockwave strong enough to disrupt Gojo's defenses, even if only for a moment.
The tension in the air was palpable as the Jedi executed their plan, hoping that this coordinated effort might be enough to find a chink in Gojo's seemingly impenetrable armor.
As the battle meditation from Master Yoda took full effect, the Force flowed through the Jedi with renewed strength. Mace Windu could feel his own power surging, his connection to the Force stronger than ever. He knew this was the moment to act.
"Now!" Mace Windu commanded, his voice a sharp whisper as he signaled Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon moved in perfect synchrony, their combined Force pushes converging on Gojo from opposite sides. The air around Gojo seemed to ripple as the Force waves collided with his Limitless barrier. Gojo, who had been watching the Jedi with an amused detachment, suddenly felt the pressure intensify. For the first time, the assault made him pause.
He's feeling it, Mace thought, his focus narrowing. This is our chance.
Mace Windu, gathering all the strength Yoda's battle meditation had granted him, unleashed a massive Force wave, possibly the largest he had ever attempted. The wave crashed into Gojo with the force of a tidal wave, amplifying the effects of the earlier attacks. The ground beneath them trembled as the energy surged, and for a split second, the Jedi could almost believe they had gained the upper hand.
Gojo, however, merely chuckled, his eyes glinting with a mixture of genuine surprise and enjoyment. "Should I let them have this?" he mused silently, weighing his options. The sensation of being pressed, even slightly, was novel to him, and the thrill of the moment almost made him consider allowing the Jedi to believe they were winning. After all, fun was his priority, and what was more fun than a good bluff?
But as the pressure mounted, Gojo decided to up the ante. With a deliberate, almost casual effort, he allowed a faint crack to sound through the air—just loud enough for the Jedi to hear. The sound was barely perceptible, yet in the tense silence that followed, it was like a thunderclap.
The Jedi hesitated, uncertainty flickering across their faces. Had they actually managed to crack Gojo's defenses, or was this another one of his tricks?
Gojo's grin widened as he watched their reactions. He could see the doubt creeping into their minds, and he reveled in it. "What's the matter?" he taunted, his voice playful but with an edge of menace. "Did you really think it would be that easy?"
The crack, faint as it was, hung in the air, a chilling reminder that with Gojo, nothing was ever as straightforward as it seemed.
As the faint crack reverberated through the air, Mace Windu's instincts kicked in, seizing the moment. Without hesitation, he shouted, "Everyone, his barrier can be weakened! Use all your power to focus on Force push—I'll handle the rest!"
The Jedi, bolstered by Yoda's battle meditation, poured every ounce of their strength into a concentrated assault. The air hummed with raw energy as Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and the others unleashed their combined Force pushes, the sheer intensity of their efforts creating a shockwave that rippled across the battlefield.
Obi-Wan's thoughts raced, his mind locked on a singular goal. Finally, a chance to take Gojo down a peg. That arrogant grin of his… it's infuriating. Wiping it off his face is exactly what he needs. He thinks he's untouchable, but he's about to learn that even the strongest can fall. This lesson is long overdue. Obi-Wan's resolve hardened, his determination fueling his every move.
Qui-Gon, ever the calm and collected presence, remained focused, his thoughts steady. Gojo's power is immense, but even the most formidable walls have cracks. If we can just keep the pressure on, that faint glimmer of hope might become something real. We must act with precision—there's no room for error now. He channeled his energy, readying himself for whatever came next.
Mace Windu, his gaze locked on Gojo, felt a surge of finality. This was it—the culmination of their efforts. "Goodbye, 'strongest,'" Mace declared, his voice cold and resolute. "Hope you learn something from this when you start over as a youngling."
With that, Mace gathered every last bit of Force energy within him, preparing to unleash a devastating blow. His body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring, ready to deliver the final strike that would bring Gojo down.
But as Mace stared at Gojo, something unnerving gnawed at him. Those three-pupil eyes... Gojo's bored, barely giving us his attention. How could he be so indifferent in the middle of this? And that crack... it's getting louder.
Gojo's grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes as the sound of cracking grew more pronounced. Mace's heart sank as he realized the truth. It's a trap.
Before he could react, Gojo suddenly declared, "Curse Zone: Limited."
The air around them shifted, a malevolent force enveloping the area for 60 meter . Mace felt a terrifying drain on his strength, as if his connection to the Force was being severed. He staggered, his body suddenly heavy, as his Force reserves were rapidly depleted, leaving him powerless. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, too, felt the devastating effects, their energy sapped away, their once powerful connection to the Force now a mere shadow of what it had been.
As the malevolent force of Gojo's "Curse Zone: Limited" took hold, the Jedi were left reeling from the sudden loss of their connection to the Force. The once-powerful energy that had flowed through them was now nothing more than a faint whisper, a shadow of its former self. Mace Windu, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what had just happened.
Gojo, standing at the center of it all, let out a chuckle, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Fiuhhh... what a royal straight flush, isn't it?" he said, his tone light but laced with an underlying menace. "It's good to play with someone after all. Trolling is my hobby. But don't worry, within 30 seconds—maybe 20—your connection will be repaired."
Obi-Wan, now sitting on the floor, exhausted and bewildered, managed to raise his arm. "Gojo... how did you sever our connection to the Force?" he asked, his voice weak but laced with curiosity and disbelief.
Gojo, still grinning, casually pointed upwards. "See that?" he said, his finger tracing an invisible line in the air. "There's something like an ethereal cable, attached to a gigantic battery in the sky. Or maybe... far out in space."
The Jedi followed his gesture, though they couldn't see what Gojo was pointing at. The explanation made little sense to them, but it was clear that Gojo was toying with forces they could barely understand.
"You rely so much on the Force, but you forget that it's just one part of a much larger picture," Gojo continued, his tone almost teasing. "Cutting you off was like unplugging a machine from its power source. Simple, really. But I'll let you reconnect soon—wouldn't want to ruin the fun too quickly."
Kit Fisto, still trying to process the overwhelming reality of their situation, finally found his voice. "Gojo," he asked, his tone edged with both curiosity and disbelief, "how long have you been preparing for this?"
Gojo's grin widened, and he responded with a casual shrug. "Oh, just about 17 hours ago, after we left Tatooine. If you count the time it took to travel from Tatooine to Coruscant, that is."
The Jedi were stunned, their thoughts racing as they tried to comprehend what Gojo had just revealed.
Mace Windu's thoughts: Seventeen hours? He orchestrated all of this in less than a day? This level of precision, this manipulation... it's beyond anything we've encountered. How can someone plan and execute something so devastating in such a short time? He's not just powerful—he's a mastermind.
Qui-Gon Jinn's thoughts: He did this all in 17 hours? That's barely any time at all. And yet, he's dismantled us as if we were nothing. This goes beyond raw strength—his mind is just as dangerous as his power. We've severely underestimated him.
Obi-Wan Kenobi's thoughts: Seventeen hours... that's all it took for him to render us powerless? We've been training our entire lives to master the Force, and he just... shut us down. How can we possibly fight someone who's this many steps ahead?
Kit Fisto's thoughts: Seventeen hours... That's all? The way he's toyed with us, it's like he's been planning this for months. How can anyone be this capable, this prepared, in such a short amount of time? We're up against a force we didn't even know existed.
Agen Kolar's thoughts: It's impossible. How could someone prepare something so complex, so utterly devastating, in just 17 hours? What kind of mind are we dealing with here? We've been outmaneuvered at every turn.
Saesee Tiin's thoughts: In 17 hours, he's managed to do what entire armies couldn't—bring us to our knees. If he can do this in a matter of hours, what else is he capable of? We're facing something beyond our understanding.
The realization hit the Jedi hard: Gojo was not just an opponent who relied on brute strength. He was a strategist, a thinker who could outmaneuver them with frightening efficiency. Their combined centuries of experience, their mastery of the Force, had been rendered almost meaningless in the face of Gojo's relentless and calculating mind. The battle they were fighting was not just one of physical might, but of intellect and cunning—one in which Gojo held all the cards.
Obi-Wan, still grappling with the staggering implications of Gojo's power and strategy, couldn't help but voice his frustration, though he did so with a hint of sarcasm. "Gojo, I mean really, seriously... ever since you got stabbed and somehow became even stronger, with those three-pupil eyes, now you speak in riddles—900 years, generators, cursed hearts. It's like you're playing some cosmic joke on us."
His tone softened slightly, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "Can you at least tell us how you managed to craft all these tricks and gain new power in just 17 hours? This time, I'm serious. It would be... very beneficial for us in the Jedi Order to understand. Please, Gojo."
There was a note of genuine plea in Obi-Wan's voice, a rare vulnerability that showed just how desperate the situation had become. He wasn't just asking out of curiosity—he was seeking answers that might help them salvage what little control they had left.
Gojo paused, considering Obi-Wan's request. His grin softened into something more thoughtful, though the mischievous glint never fully left his eyes. "Beneficial, huh?" Gojo mused, tapping his chin as if weighing the decision.
"You know, Obi-Wan, there's a certain charm in keeping some things mysterious. But since you asked so nicely..." Gojo's tone was light, but there was a seriousness underlying it. "Let's just say, when you're as attuned to the forces that govern the universe as I am—cursed energy, the Force, whatever you want to call it—time isn't as rigid as you might think. Those 17 hours? I stretched them, molded them, used every second to its fullest potential."
He leaned in slightly, his three-pupil eyes locking onto Obi-Wan's. "You Jedi are bound by rules, by codes, by a very linear understanding of power. But I've learned to bend those rules, to see beyond them. The 'cursed heart' I mentioned? It's a catalyst, a source of energy that's not just infinite, but adaptable. It's what allowed me to turn a stab wound into an upgrade."
As Gojo finished explaining the adaptability of his "cursed heart" and how it allowed him to bend time and energy to his will, his attention suddenly shifted. His gaze turned to a seemingly empty spot in the distance, and a sly smile crossed his face.
"You know, Yoda, Yaddle," Gojo called out, his voice echoing through the area, "you can come out now. I know you've been watching. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill any jedi —at least not today."
Before Gojo could continue, Master Yoda's voice interrupted him, calm yet laced with a hint of amusement. "Gojo, a good person you are. See, I did, that some Jedi Masters have much to learn from wisdom like yours."
Gojo's smile widened, but there was an edge to it. "Wisdom, huh? Well, maybe. But except for him," Gojo pointed directly at Yoda, his tone shifting to something more serious. "This little guy... he's something else."
Yoda raised an eyebrow, curious but not entirely surprised. "Speak of me, you do?"
Gojo nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as if recalling a particular memory. "Yeah. You've got something special, Yoda. When I tried to normally sever your connection to the Force, I noticed something interesting. You've reinforced your ethereal cable, and your reserves are insanely deep. It took me 30 seconds of standing right next to you just to start depleting your energy—and that's if I could even sever your connection in the first place."
The revelation hung in the air, leaving the Jedi even more unsettled. Gojo's words weren't just an acknowledgment of Yoda's strength—they were a rare moment of respect from someone who treated most opponents as mere playthings.
"My Curse Zone: Limited is a joke against a guy like that," Gojo continued, shaking his head slightly as if admitting a hard truth. "It wouldn't work on Yoda, not the way it did on you all. So, consider yourselves lucky that im only trolling with you ."
The Jedi Masters exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of Gojo's words settling over them like a dark cloud. Even Mace Windu, who had been steadfast in his resolve, couldn't help but feel a sliver of doubt creep in. Gojo had just revealed that even his most powerful techniques had their limits, but he had also hinted at the terrifying depths of Yoda's power.
Gojo's gaze returned to Obi-Wan, his earlier playfulness tempered by a more serious tone. "So, you see, Obi-Wan, it's not just about tricks or gaining new powers. It's about understanding the rules of the game—and knowing when to bend them, or when to admit that someone else's game might be just as strong."
Yoda, still standing with a calm demeanor, gave a small nod. "Respect, you show, Gojo. But more to learn, we all have, even you."
Gojo chuckled softly, the tension in the air easing just a fraction. "Maybe so, Yoda. Maybe so. But for now, let's just say I'm enjoying the game as it is."
Gojo's voice cut through the momentary silence, his tone still carrying that signature blend of amusement and mockery. "Yo, everyone, have you mended your connection yet?"
The Jedi, each in their own state of recovery, began to check themselves, the effects of Gojo's Curse Zone: Limited gradually wearing off.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was the first to respond, his voice steady but laced with frustration. "The connection is back, but my reserves... they need more time to fully restore. It's like trying to fight after a long battle—you can stand, but you're not at full strength."
Qui-Gon Jinn, ever the calm observer, nodded in agreement, his tone measured. "My connection has returned as well, but the flow of the Force is still sluggish. It's as if I'm drawing from a well that's not yet refilled. We need to be cautious until our strength is fully restored."
Kit Fisto, always quick to adapt, chimed in with his usual optimism. "I've got my connection back, but it's definitely weaker than before. It feels like the Force is there, but I'm not quite able to tap into it as deeply as I'd like. We'll need to buy some time."
Mace Windu, ever the strategist, spoke with a note of urgency in his voice. "The connection is mended, but my reserves are low. We're vulnerable right now, and Gojo knows it. We can't afford to engage recklessly—we need to regroup and recover before making our next move."
Agen Kolar, more reserved in his assessment, added, "I can feel the Force again, but it's faint, like a distant echo. It will take time to build back to full strength. Until then, we must tread carefully."
Saesee Tiin, always direct, spoke with a hint of frustration. "The connection's back, but it's not enough. We're at a disadvantage, and we need to be smart about how we proceed. If we rush in now, we'll be playing right into Gojo's hands."
As the Jedi assessed their condition, Gojo's voice suddenly cut through their thoughts, interrupting their recovery with his usual flair. "Wowowowowow, hey, hey, hey!" Gojo exclaimed, waving his hands as if to calm the tense atmosphere. "I'm not here to continue fighting. I'm here to prove something—that in those 17 hours, we can make you very strong. But there's a catch: I need your consent. Will you train with me? It needs two parties for mutual agreement."
The Jedi exchanged wary glances, the proposition catching them off guard. Training with Gojo, the very being who had just bested them so thoroughly, was a prospect they hadn't anticipated.
"You can join up too, Yoda, Yaddle," Gojo added with a casual shrug, as if offering an open invitation to an evening sparring session rather than a potentially life-altering experience.
The group hesitated for a moment, the weight of the decision pressing down on them. But then, slowly, they began to nod in agreement. Obi-Wan was the first to speak. "If it means growing stronger and understanding what we're truly up against, then I'm in."
Qui-Gon Jinn followed, his calm demeanor unwavering. "If this is what it takes to better ourselves and protect the galaxy, then I will participate."
Kit Fisto, ever the optimist, grinned. "It's not every day we get an offer like this. I'm in."
Mace Windu, though still cautious, recognized the potential in Gojo's offer. "This could be exactly what we need. I'll agree to it."
Agen Kolar and Saesee Tiin nodded in turn, both understanding that this might be their best chance to truly grasp the depths of Gojo's abilities—and perhaps even surpass them.
Finally, Yoda and Yaddle, who had been quietly observing the proceedings, exchanged a glance before Yoda gave a small nod. "Agree, we do. Much to learn, we still have."
With the group's consensus reached, Gojo's grin widened, his excitement barely contained. "Excellent! Then let's get started.
As the Jedi stood ready, having agreed to Gojo's proposition, they suddenly found themselves enveloped in a strange, new environment. The familiar surroundings of Coruscant vanished, replaced by a sprawling cityscape that none of them recognized. The buildings towered above them, the architecture distinctly different from anything in the galaxy they knew.
"What is this place?" Obi-Wan murmured, his hand instinctively reaching for his lightsaber. "It feels... real, but also not."
Qui-Gon, always attuned to the subtleties of the Force, closed his eyes momentarily, trying to sense the nature of this new realm. "I don't know, Obi-Wan. It's as if we've been transported to another world entirely. But how?"
Kit Fisto looked around, his usual grin replaced by a look of awe. "This isn't any part of Coruscant. It's like we're in a completely different city—a different world."
Mace Windu, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. "This must be one of Gojo's techniques. A way to create a controlled environment. We need to stay alert."
Gojo's voice echoed through the strange cityscape, filled with unbridled enthusiasm. "Woooooooooo! Tokyo again!" His shout reverberated through the air, full of excitement as if he was revisiting a place he held dear.
The Jedi, however, were left bewildered. They had never encountered anything like this—a reality-altering ability that could create entire worlds, or at least the illusion of them. It was beyond anything they had ever faced, and the uncertainty gnawed at them.
"What kind of power is capable of creating worlds?" Saesee Tiin wondered aloud, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Agen Kolar, standing beside him, shook his head. "We've trained to defend against many threats, but this... this is something entirely new."
Yoda and Yaddle, despite their years of wisdom, found themselves equally confounded. Yoda's calm voice broke the silence. "Strange, this is. A power unknown to us, yet here we stand, within it."
Gojo's figure appeared in the distance, walking towards them with that ever-present grin. "Welcome, everyone, to my Non-Lethal Domain! This is a little slice of Tokyo, just for you. Don't worry—nothing here will hurt you. But it's the perfect place for our training session."
As Gojo's figure approached, his grin widened as he began to explain. "In this place, time flows differently. What feels like a day here is only a minute or even seconds in the real world."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened in realization. "So, you're cheating against time itself. You manipulate the need for time to train in the real world while here you can try anything, as many times as you want."
Gojo chuckled, clearly enjoying the revelation. "Exactly! As long as you have an infinite reserve like mine, you can make the most of it." He paused, his grin turning slightly mischievous. "And I see your Force connection got cut off again." He let out a laugh, clearly relishing the Jedi's discomfort.
Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and the others felt the unsettling void where their connection to the Force usually resided, the absence making them feel more vulnerable than ever.
Mace Windu, ever the leader, stepped forward. "Gojo, if this is training, we need to be able to access the Force. Otherwise, it's pointless."
Gojo tilted his head, as if considering the request. Then, with a casual flick of his hand, he said, "Alright, I'll open a crack in this non lethal domain to let you feel it again, which should be enough to restore all of your connections."
As the Jedi began to sense the Force slowly returning to them, Gojo's grin only widened. "So how about it, Master Yoda?" he continued, his voice playful. "Looks like I've just found a mobile arena and training ground." He let out another laugh, clearly entertained by the situation he had created.
Yoda, who had been quietly observing, gave a thoughtful nod. "Useful, this place is, if training is your goal. Much to learn, we still have, but with care, proceed we must."
Gojo's playful demeanor shifted as he became more serious, his grin fading into a determined expression. He turned his attention directly to Yoda, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the area. "So, let's get down to business, Master Yoda," Gojo began, his tone resolute. "I know you and the Council want to detain me for what I did to torture Pong Krell—for extracting the information about the Sith and the Trade Federation. You see me as a threat, someone who can sever your connection to the Force, disrupt the balance you hold dear."
The Jedi Masters listened intently, understanding the gravity of Gojo's words. The playful atmosphere around them, which moments ago felt like a strange yet harmless training ground, now seemed more ominous, charged with tension.
Gojo continued, locking eyes with Yoda. "But let's settle this here, right now. The destruction we cause here won't affect Coruscant or anywhere else. This is the perfect place for you to see what I'm truly capable of and for me to show you that I'm not just some rogue element you can easily control."
Yoda, his wise gaze unwavering, responded calmly, "Understand, I do, the power you hold. But dangerous, it still is. A test, this will be, for both sides."
Gojo nodded, his expression serious. "Yosh. This will be a lesson for all of us. And know this: I'm not holding back. Neither should you."
Mace Windu stepped forward, his intense gaze shifting between Gojo and Yoda. He spoke with the authority and gravitas of a seasoned warrior, his voice firm and unwavering. "Now I see it—the reason Gojo dragged us all into this strange world, this… non-lethal domain he calls it. It's not just about testing his limits or proving a point. He wants us to witness. To bear witness to who truly has the upper hand. He's made sure we're all here, so there's no mistaking the outcome. Whether it's to show his strength or force us to understand his place in this universe, Gojo has orchestrated this as a stage for something much bigger than just a duel."
Obi-Wan Kenobi, standing beside Qui-Gon, nodded thoughtfully before adding his own insight. "That's Gojo for you. He always has layers of deception and tricks up his sleeve to get what he wants. He's not just about brute force; there's always a strategy, a plan woven into his every move. He knew what he was doing the moment he brought us here."
Qui-Gon Jinn, observing the situation with a calm but discerning eye, spoke next, his tone contemplative yet respectful. "Perhaps this is Gojo's way of training us. Not in the traditional sense, but by pushing us to our limits, by challenging everything we believe about the Force and our own capabilities. And now, wanting to duel Master Yoda… it's not just about power. He wants to understand us, to make us understand him. There's a deeper lesson here, one that goes beyond mere combat."
As the Jedi Masters absorbed Qui-Gon's words, the realization dawned that this confrontation was not merely a clash of power but a crossroads for understanding. Gojo's challenge to Yoda was as much a test of conviction and wisdom as it was of martial skill, and the outcome would shape not just their view of Gojo but also their approach to the ever-evolving conflict between the light and the dark.
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.
BONUSSSSSSSS
As the realization sank in, Mace Windu's voice cut through the tension. "Gojo, when you grabbed my wrist at the Jedi Temple's training ground, you severed my connection to the Force. Was that technique the result of your 17 hours in real-time training? Because I can't even begin to fathom how much time you might've spent in this strange world," he said, referring to the Non-Lethal Domain.
Gojo's grin remained, but there was a glint of pride in his eyes. "Yup, you got it. The technique I used back then is called Force Breaker, and it's the result of those 17 hours. As for the Curse Zone: Limited... well, I crafted that very recently when you all tried to box me in with your Force power."
The impact of Gojo's words rippled through the group, each Jedi processing the implications in their own way.
Obi-Wan's thoughts raced. He developed these techniques just to toy with us? That level of ingenuity and power... It's almost like he's playing a game we can't even understand. What else is he capable of?
Qui-Gon, ever the calm thinker, mused silently. If Gojo can create something like Force Breaker in such a short time, what else is he capable of when given enough time and motivation? This man is redefining what's possible. We must tread carefully.
Kit Fisto, with his usual optimism tempered by the gravity of the situation, couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and concern. He's pushing the boundaries of what we know, and he's doing it just for the thrill of the challenge... Can we even keep up with someone who sees this as a game?
Agen Kolar and Saesee Tiin exchanged glances, both realizing the sheer magnitude of what Gojo had accomplished. He's not just powerful—he's adapting faster than we can counter, Saesee thought. We've trained all our lives, and yet he's learning and evolving at a rate that's terrifying. How do we fight someone like that?
Mace Windu, however, remained focused, his mind churning with strategies. So, he crafted these techniques to play with us, huh? We're dealing with someone who's not just powerful but enjoys testing us at every turn. This is going to be more difficult than I anticipated. He's treating this like a game, but the stakes are real.
Yoda, standing quietly as the conversation unfolded, reflected deeply on Gojo's words. Powerful, he is. But more than that, wise in ways we do not yet understand. A challenge he presents, not just to our strength, but to our understanding of the Force itself.
Yaddle, observing with a mix of curiosity and caution, added, "Adapt quickly, he does. But dangerous, this could be, if we do not learn to counter his strategies. A challenge, but also an opportunity to grow stronger."
Yoda nodded in agreement. "Much to learn, we still have. From Gojo, from each other. But dangerous, the path ahead is. Caution, we must take, but also embrace the chance to grow."
Gojo, sensing the weight of their thoughts, couldn't resist one last quip. "Don't worry, Masters. I'm not here to destroy you—I'm here to make you better. After all, what fun is a game if you don't challenge yourself?"
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