"For about twenty minutes, Ahsoka had been watching me curiously as I fiddled with gyroscopes. At first, she just glanced over, then stared openly, and towards the end, she started circling around me. But the moment finally came, and she couldn't resist asking:
- Re-e-in, what are you doing?
- Training, - I replied and, looking up at her, explained: - I'm training in the Power Forge.
- Ahh... - the girl drawled and fell silent for about five minutes. - Re-e-in. I want to train too.
Oh my god... I probably shouldn't have done this in the room, I managed to make twelve, sometimes fifteen, parts during the day. But greed is such greed.
- Can you even see the essence of the object? - I asked skeptically.
- Of course, - she replied indignantly, but then corrected herself: - Small objects.
Just a year's difference. I really got too full of myself. But how can I not risk five hundred credits? So I need to offer her something else.
Just looking around, I didn't find anything suitable. I don't know how full-fledged Jedi rooms are, but Youngling rooms are pretty barren. Although I had a durasteel cube somewhere, honestly begged from my mentor.
Without getting up from the bed, where I sat cross-legged, I reached into my bedside table, also checking the time on my datapad. Hmm, it's almost time to go to Drallig's class.
CLICK."
Shit. I even flinched before turning sharply. And guess what I saw? Ahsoka Tano, with one of the gyroscopes in her hand, which lay on the edge of the bed right in front of her, stood with a disappointed expression and twirled the gyroscope in her palm.
- What's the big deal? - she asked, disappointed. - You were fixing mistakes, right? And here I thought, - she added at the end, tossing the part back.
Either I'm a sucker or she's a genius. And if her abilities are average for the Order, then it's really sad. Picking up the gyroscope processed by Ahsoka, I spent time scanning it and, of course, found no deviations from what I was doing. If it were otherwise, it would have been easier.
- Impressive, - I said slowly. - You got me there. - To which the Togruta smirked self-satisfied. - Here, take this, - I threw her another part, - do it again.
One, two, three... seven, eight... ten... Click.
Shit. Ten seconds. When I spend five minutes on this. Damn, it's frustrating.
- I'm telling you, it's easy, - she handed me the part.
Hm, and that one's all right. Well, it's late today, but I have to stop by Ahsoka's tomorrow and check her peers. And don't forget to clarify this point with Laira. What if I could do the same thing in a year?
- Ahsoka, - I addressed her, - I need to run to my fencing lesson now, could you help me with the remaining balls?
- Sure, - she replied. - But why? How will you practice then?
Damn, I don't want to talk to her about money, who knows how a little girl will react. What if she wants some too? And if they don't pay attention to my dealings with Dzik, I'm sure of that, corrupting younglings could backfire on me.
- I still have a lot of these parts. I don't just use them for training.
- What else do you use them for? - She's so persistent.
- Um... for my work with Dzik.
- Aha... I see. - I doubt it, but you just don't admit it.
- Okay, it's time for me, - I glanced at the time again. And getting up from the bed at last, I headed for the exit. - When you're done, put everything in the box, okay? Just be more careful, these balls are really expensive.
Gyroscopes are generally expensive things, but even against the average price of a hundred credits, these ones stand out. I, in principle, trusted the girl, but I couldn't keep silent.
My birthday is coming up soon, which means it's been almost a year since I started training with Drellig. And what have I achieved? I don't know. My grumpy mentor is silent on the matter. I still easily beat eight-year-olds and struggle a bit with nine-year-olds, but now I can hold my own against ten-year-olds. Not entirely due to technique... no, without it, I'd be lost, but if I were to spar with some other ten-year-old from a different group, I'd likely lose simply because I didn't study them like Drellig's students. The only thing he's told me about my progress is that my style of Shii-Cho is incompatible with me. And not because of technical nuances, but simply because I don't like it very much. So now I go to his lessons hoping that today, finally, he'll start teaching me a different form. But as you've already guessed, I'm disappointed every time.
This time, instead of starting to learn something new (I haven't even been learning anything new in Shii-Cho lately), Drellig told me to repeat the defensive sequence "Three Pillars." The name is a bit funny, considering each "pillar" represents an opponent, but the sequence is quite effective. By the way, the trio of Chabit, Talir, and Bissau haven't posed a threat to me in a long time. And if Talir were replaced with someone else, it wouldn't even be a challenge.
I must admit that I'm stronger than my peers, not only in fencing, but also in Force techniques. Pure Force techniques. I mastered the Push almost immediately after finding its description in the Archives, whereas not only my younger neighbors, but even those a year older, like Ahsoka and Joss, are still struggling with that technique. But when it comes to... well, let's call it mental techniques, although that's not entirely accurate, I'm not exactly a novice, but I'm inferior to most of my peers. For example, Sense of Life. You'd be amazed how frustrated I was when all the kids in our group had already mastered that skill, and I was still struggling to grasp it! My "sight" gave me enormous advantages, but as soon as I closed my eyes... And Orientation? The technique that allows you to align with the planet's poles. I still can't master that stupid skill! But hey, at least I fight better than everyone else. Oh, and I absorb energy faster than anyone else too.
Once I asked myself a question: where did my talent for fencing come from? In my previous life, there was nothing like that. But trying to remember if it really wasn't there, I realized that I didn't know. In that life, I was the head of the warehouse department... well, it doesn't matter now, in general, a large company, and was only interested in racing and cars. That is, I had no connection to fencing. Maybe I had such a talent, maybe I would have liked it, but somehow... I was engaged in something else.
The next training day was marked by a lesson with Yoda. And not because it was taught by Cheburator, but because of what we did in it. Although no, it was also marked by another failure of mine and a rather dangerous situation for a certain Rein Dakari. In general, in Yoda's class, we were pushing each other. I just don't know how else to describe it. We stood facing each other and, using everything we knew, tried to knock down our opponent. Accordingly, there were some limitations, such as movements. That is, we could only take one step in different directions from where we started... um... sparring.
So, after announcing the restrictions, I, either foolishly or not, approached Yoda.
- Master Yoda. - I decided not to abuse his name with a joke, well, forget it. But I remembered his permission. - Can I ask a question?
- Listening to you, youngling, - he turned to me and, pretending to be weak, leaned on his cane with a groan.
- I'm asking about "all that you are capable of."
- Do you need clarifications, young man? - A smart old man.
- Yes, clarifications, - I hesitated, thinking - was it even worth approaching? - Does this statement also apply to me?
- Hmm, hmm, - he chewed his lips. - You have skills that are unavailable to others,how I understand?
- Well, sort of... Anyway - yes, I'm cool.
- Heh, heh, heh, - he laughed good-naturedly. - Perhaps you want to play this game with me?
- You're being rude, Cheburator. I mean... I'm sorry, Master. But isn't this too much? I don't even have a chance against a regular Jedi.
- Winning is not the main thing in this dispute, and you still don't have a pair, - he nodded at the bustling children.
That's right, fifteen cannot be divided by two.
- Well, since that's the case... - I said uncertainly.
No matter how you look at it, sparring with Yoda makes absolutely no sense. I won't even be able to assess myself. If he were an ordinary Jedi, it would still be a challenge, but with Yoda and his almost nine hundred years of experience, what could I possibly gain from sparring with such a wise and powerful being?
Stepping slightly to the side, we stood facing each other, arms extended towards our opponent. The distance between us was about half a meter, so we were standing very close.
-Heh, Master, I chuckled, leaning forward slightly due to Yoda's height, "you have the advantage, after all." And for a moment I paused, sighing, "But what am I thinking? Please forgive me, Grand Master."
And in the next second, I attacked.
I thought it would take too long to reach the small Master's body, so I tried to grab his arms and pull them sharply. But alas, Cheburator managed to intercept my arms and turn my attack into some kind of wave, which almost made me fall to the ground. If not for the lessons of Drallig, I would have fallen, but fortunately, the lessons of the fencing master were present. Slightly shifting my right foot, I broke the "wave" and even managed to pull my right hand towards him, still trying to harm Cheburator. Of course, nothing worked, but now there was some balance between us. We had returned to where we started, but our hands were now clasped together.
Well then. I pull his hands towards me and to the side, and he takes a step forward. When the pressure reaches its peak and I have nowhere to pull him, he pulls his right hand back so cleverly that my left leg gives way. At that moment, I immediately formed a Force push and launched it at his legs. Or rather, his left leg. And I, almost falling, pulled Cheburator's right hand even harder. I should have hit the support point, which was his right leg, but he probably covered it too. And unfortunately, he seemed to have covered his entire body, because my Force push didn't even touch him. It just dispersed like smoke against a wall. I know that Force techniques can be dispersed, but I've never witnessed it before.
Overall, if you look at it from the outside, the Force Push is a pretty primitive technique. Gather the Force in front of you, compress it, give it a speed in the compressed bundle of Force, and launch it at the opponent. However, Palatt, Giro, Rama, and Sam, whom I decided to teach this technique, stumbled at the compression stage. As did Ahsoka, by the way. Even I, who learned the technique pretty quickly, couldn't immediately regulate the speed of movement in the compressed Force. Or rather, I couldn't accelerate it. But the main problem here and now was that I couldn't create the Push fast enough for this technique to be unexpected for Yoda. Although... he is a grand master.... Anyway, even facing an ordinary experienced Jedi, I created the technique too slowly.
This is where telekinesis would come in handy as the fastest technique I can produce, but the problem is, no matter how you look at it, Yoda, being a grand master, can detect my manipulation with the Force anyway. So what do I do? I can't show him my potential in any way. Brrr, I'm getting nervous. A Council member can see my potential and possibilities, but I don't want to lose to him so easily.
It's worth noting that all these thoughts flashed not in a single moment, but not much time has passed. While I was considering the situation, Yoda and I had already fought enough, and I almost lost twice. So, even a fool can understand that the gremlin is not really susceptible to me, but rather not doing anything. Or, it's just buying time, literally inviting me to show everything I'm capable of. Well, let's dance...
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TheTranslateMan
Yes, I know, I know, I'm a bad person interrupting an interesting moment "evil laugh"...
章節 17: Chapter 6
"For about twenty minutes, Ahsoka had been watching me curiously as I fiddled with gyroscopes. At first, she just glanced over, then stared openly, and towards the end, she started circling around me. But the moment finally came, and she couldn't resist asking:
- Re-e-in, what are you doing?
- Training, - I replied and, looking up at her, explained: - I'm training in the Power Forge.
- Ahh... - the girl drawled and fell silent for about five minutes. - Re-e-in. I want to train too.
Oh my god... I probably shouldn't have done this in the room, I managed to make twelve, sometimes fifteen, parts during the day. But greed is such greed.
- Can you even see the essence of the object? - I asked skeptically.
- Of course, - she replied indignantly, but then corrected herself: - Small objects.
Just a year's difference. I really got too full of myself. But how can I not risk five hundred credits? So I need to offer her something else.
Just looking around, I didn't find anything suitable. I don't know how full-fledged Jedi rooms are, but Youngling rooms are pretty barren. Although I had a durasteel cube somewhere, honestly begged from my mentor.
Without getting up from the bed, where I sat cross-legged, I reached into my bedside table, also checking the time on my datapad. Hmm, it's almost time to go to Drallig's class.
CLICK."
Shit. I even flinched before turning sharply. And guess what I saw? Ahsoka Tano, with one of the gyroscopes in her hand, which lay on the edge of the bed right in front of her, stood with a disappointed expression and twirled the gyroscope in her palm.
- What's the big deal? - she asked, disappointed. - You were fixing mistakes, right? And here I thought, - she added at the end, tossing the part back.
Either I'm a sucker or she's a genius. And if her abilities are average for the Order, then it's really sad. Picking up the gyroscope processed by Ahsoka, I spent time scanning it and, of course, found no deviations from what I was doing. If it were otherwise, it would have been easier.
- Impressive, - I said slowly. - You got me there. - To which the Togruta smirked self-satisfied. - Here, take this, - I threw her another part, - do it again.
One, two, three... seven, eight... ten... Click.
Shit. Ten seconds. When I spend five minutes on this. Damn, it's frustrating.
- I'm telling you, it's easy, - she handed me the part.
Hm, and that one's all right. Well, it's late today, but I have to stop by Ahsoka's tomorrow and check her peers. And don't forget to clarify this point with Laira. What if I could do the same thing in a year?
- Ahsoka, - I addressed her, - I need to run to my fencing lesson now, could you help me with the remaining balls?
- Sure, - she replied. - But why? How will you practice then?
Damn, I don't want to talk to her about money, who knows how a little girl will react. What if she wants some too? And if they don't pay attention to my dealings with Dzik, I'm sure of that, corrupting younglings could backfire on me.
- I still have a lot of these parts. I don't just use them for training.
- What else do you use them for? - She's so persistent.
- Um... for my work with Dzik.
- Aha... I see. - I doubt it, but you just don't admit it.
- Okay, it's time for me, - I glanced at the time again. And getting up from the bed at last, I headed for the exit. - When you're done, put everything in the box, okay? Just be more careful, these balls are really expensive.
Gyroscopes are generally expensive things, but even against the average price of a hundred credits, these ones stand out. I, in principle, trusted the girl, but I couldn't keep silent.
My birthday is coming up soon, which means it's been almost a year since I started training with Drellig. And what have I achieved? I don't know. My grumpy mentor is silent on the matter. I still easily beat eight-year-olds and struggle a bit with nine-year-olds, but now I can hold my own against ten-year-olds. Not entirely due to technique... no, without it, I'd be lost, but if I were to spar with some other ten-year-old from a different group, I'd likely lose simply because I didn't study them like Drellig's students. The only thing he's told me about my progress is that my style of Shii-Cho is incompatible with me. And not because of technical nuances, but simply because I don't like it very much. So now I go to his lessons hoping that today, finally, he'll start teaching me a different form. But as you've already guessed, I'm disappointed every time.
This time, instead of starting to learn something new (I haven't even been learning anything new in Shii-Cho lately), Drellig told me to repeat the defensive sequence "Three Pillars." The name is a bit funny, considering each "pillar" represents an opponent, but the sequence is quite effective. By the way, the trio of Chabit, Talir, and Bissau haven't posed a threat to me in a long time. And if Talir were replaced with someone else, it wouldn't even be a challenge.
I must admit that I'm stronger than my peers, not only in fencing, but also in Force techniques. Pure Force techniques. I mastered the Push almost immediately after finding its description in the Archives, whereas not only my younger neighbors, but even those a year older, like Ahsoka and Joss, are still struggling with that technique. But when it comes to... well, let's call it mental techniques, although that's not entirely accurate, I'm not exactly a novice, but I'm inferior to most of my peers. For example, Sense of Life. You'd be amazed how frustrated I was when all the kids in our group had already mastered that skill, and I was still struggling to grasp it! My "sight" gave me enormous advantages, but as soon as I closed my eyes... And Orientation? The technique that allows you to align with the planet's poles. I still can't master that stupid skill! But hey, at least I fight better than everyone else. Oh, and I absorb energy faster than anyone else too.
Once I asked myself a question: where did my talent for fencing come from? In my previous life, there was nothing like that. But trying to remember if it really wasn't there, I realized that I didn't know. In that life, I was the head of the warehouse department... well, it doesn't matter now, in general, a large company, and was only interested in racing and cars. That is, I had no connection to fencing. Maybe I had such a talent, maybe I would have liked it, but somehow... I was engaged in something else.
The next training day was marked by a lesson with Yoda. And not because it was taught by Cheburator, but because of what we did in it. Although no, it was also marked by another failure of mine and a rather dangerous situation for a certain Rein Dakari. In general, in Yoda's class, we were pushing each other. I just don't know how else to describe it. We stood facing each other and, using everything we knew, tried to knock down our opponent. Accordingly, there were some limitations, such as movements. That is, we could only take one step in different directions from where we started... um... sparring.
So, after announcing the restrictions, I, either foolishly or not, approached Yoda.
- Master Yoda. - I decided not to abuse his name with a joke, well, forget it. But I remembered his permission. - Can I ask a question?
- Listening to you, youngling, - he turned to me and, pretending to be weak, leaned on his cane with a groan.
- I'm asking about "all that you are capable of."
- Do you need clarifications, young man? - A smart old man.
- Yes, clarifications, - I hesitated, thinking - was it even worth approaching? - Does this statement also apply to me?
- Hmm, hmm, - he chewed his lips. - You have skills that are unavailable to others,how I understand?
- Well, sort of... Anyway - yes, I'm cool.
- Heh, heh, heh, - he laughed good-naturedly. - Perhaps you want to play this game with me?
- You're being rude, Cheburator. I mean... I'm sorry, Master. But isn't this too much? I don't even have a chance against a regular Jedi.
- Winning is not the main thing in this dispute, and you still don't have a pair, - he nodded at the bustling children.
That's right, fifteen cannot be divided by two.
- Well, since that's the case... - I said uncertainly.
No matter how you look at it, sparring with Yoda makes absolutely no sense. I won't even be able to assess myself. If he were an ordinary Jedi, it would still be a challenge, but with Yoda and his almost nine hundred years of experience, what could I possibly gain from sparring with such a wise and powerful being?
Stepping slightly to the side, we stood facing each other, arms extended towards our opponent. The distance between us was about half a meter, so we were standing very close.
-Heh, Master, I chuckled, leaning forward slightly due to Yoda's height, "you have the advantage, after all." And for a moment I paused, sighing, "But what am I thinking? Please forgive me, Grand Master."
And in the next second, I attacked.
I thought it would take too long to reach the small Master's body, so I tried to grab his arms and pull them sharply. But alas, Cheburator managed to intercept my arms and turn my attack into some kind of wave, which almost made me fall to the ground. If not for the lessons of Drallig, I would have fallen, but fortunately, the lessons of the fencing master were present. Slightly shifting my right foot, I broke the "wave" and even managed to pull my right hand towards him, still trying to harm Cheburator. Of course, nothing worked, but now there was some balance between us. We had returned to where we started, but our hands were now clasped together.
Well then. I pull his hands towards me and to the side, and he takes a step forward. When the pressure reaches its peak and I have nowhere to pull him, he pulls his right hand back so cleverly that my left leg gives way. At that moment, I immediately formed a Force push and launched it at his legs. Or rather, his left leg. And I, almost falling, pulled Cheburator's right hand even harder. I should have hit the support point, which was his right leg, but he probably covered it too. And unfortunately, he seemed to have covered his entire body, because my Force push didn't even touch him. It just dispersed like smoke against a wall. I know that Force techniques can be dispersed, but I've never witnessed it before.
Overall, if you look at it from the outside, the Force Push is a pretty primitive technique. Gather the Force in front of you, compress it, give it a speed in the compressed bundle of Force, and launch it at the opponent. However, Palatt, Giro, Rama, and Sam, whom I decided to teach this technique, stumbled at the compression stage. As did Ahsoka, by the way. Even I, who learned the technique pretty quickly, couldn't immediately regulate the speed of movement in the compressed Force. Or rather, I couldn't accelerate it. But the main problem here and now was that I couldn't create the Push fast enough for this technique to be unexpected for Yoda. Although... he is a grand master.... Anyway, even facing an ordinary experienced Jedi, I created the technique too slowly.
This is where telekinesis would come in handy as the fastest technique I can produce, but the problem is, no matter how you look at it, Yoda, being a grand master, can detect my manipulation with the Force anyway. So what do I do? I can't show him my potential in any way. Brrr, I'm getting nervous. A Council member can see my potential and possibilities, but I don't want to lose to him so easily.
It's worth noting that all these thoughts flashed not in a single moment, but not much time has passed. While I was considering the situation, Yoda and I had already fought enough, and I almost lost twice. So, even a fool can understand that the gremlin is not really susceptible to me, but rather not doing anything. Or, it's just buying time, literally inviting me to show everything I'm capable of. Well, let's dance...
創作者的想法 TheTranslateMan
Yes, I know, I know, I'm a bad person interrupting an interesting moment "evil laugh"...