After a full morning and afternoon of training, he could only accurately deflect and hit targets within a small area on his left side with h
After a full morning and afternoon of training, he could only accurately deflect and hit targets within a small area on his left side with his lightsaber.
In other words, for all that time, he had been repeatedly striking the targets within that limited range.
Kayin left halfway through, and Obi-Wan mounted his luggabeast for a stroll, leaving only Amir sweating profusely in the shade of the rocks.
Fortunately, the lightsaber wasn't very heavy, so even after such a long practice session, his arms didn't ache too much.
He had already developed a certain level of proficiency with the Shii-Cho form—good enough for actual combat, but still far from mastery.
Transitions between strikes, understanding the flow of the form, adapting it to his own habits—these were all areas for improvement.
But all of that would require time.
After walking for a few minutes back to the Traveler, Amir took a shower and changed into fresh clothes.
As he stepped outside, a TIE fighter flew over from the distance.
Kayin had apparently hidden it somewhere earlier.
He had said he disabled the Imperial tracker and severed the ship's connection to the Empire, hiding it somewhere on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. That afternoon, he had gone to retrieve it.
Hiding it out in the Tatooine wilderness meant there was little risk of it being scavenged by Jawas.
The TIE fighter slowly landed, and Kayin stepped out.
"I went back to Mos Eisley. That group of bounty hunters we worked with last time found me again," Kayin said.
"Planning another job?" Amir tossed a piece of fruit to him.
"Why not?" Kayin bit into it. "Another way to see the Outer Rim—and make some credits."
"So what's the job?"
"The leader of the bounty hunters had his ship stolen. We're going to take it back. I just happen to have a ship that can carry them temporarily."
"How many people can your recon fighter hold?" Amir asked.
Even though the Traveler was a small freighter, it was still much larger than the TIE fighter next to it.
"If we squeeze in, five or six," Kayin scratched his head. "But if you'd let me use your ship, then..."
"Don't even think about it!" Amir cut him off immediately.
Use his ship for a shootout? What if it got destroyed? That ship was practically his home.
"That guy is interesting. He wears Mandalorian armor but says he's not a Mandalorian," Kayin added.
Amir suddenly turned his head. Could it really be...?
"What's his name?"
"Boba Fett. He's strong."
As expected. Boba Fett—soon to become one of the most notorious bounty hunters in the galaxy—was already beginning to make a name for himself.
He was a galactic legend. His father, Jango Fett, was the genetic template for all clone troopers during the Clone Wars. Jango had negotiated with the Empire to receive one unaltered clone as part of his payment—one who would grow at a normal rate and become his son.
That boy was Boba Fett.
The rest of the clones were artificially accelerated, trained to fight upon maturity.
This rapid aging also led to faster deterioration, which meant only a handful of clone troopers were still alive.
But Boba Fett was the one exception, having aged normally and become indistinguishable from any other human.
Trained by his father from a young age and hardened by years of bounty hunting, Boba Fett's strength was beyond question.
"I grabbed some ingredients. Let's head back inside and I'll let you taste my cooking," Amir said.
That evening, everyone had a satisfying meal and sat around chatting comfortably in their chairs.
"A very unique flavor. I've eaten food on many planets, but nothing quite like this," Obi-Wan said.
"Of course. I made all the seasoning blends myself," Amir replied with a smile.
"I saw Imperial Inquisitors again in Mos Eisley," Obi-Wan added. "They're getting desperate. I suspect they'll act soon."
"Inquisitors?" Kayin asked. "I also saw some Imperial agents in black armor recently. Were they Inquisitors?"
"Yes," Amir said. "Their mission is to hunt down the remaining Jedi."
Kayin glanced at Obi-Wan.
"They've already operated here once," Obi-Wan mused. "But I was well hidden. If they fail again, they probably won't return."
"After all, I've secluded myself in a place this remote," he chuckled.
"I admire your ability to live under such conditions," Kayin said, now clearly a fanboy.
"These are the most basic Jedi principles. No possessions, no indulgence—only by living this way can one avoid losing their way."
"I doubt Amir could do it," Kayin joked.
Amir laughed too. It was true—most Jedi found it incredibly difficult.
And that was what made Obi-Wan so admirable.
He had always adhered to the Jedi Code and followed the Council's orders—despite the horrors of war, watching his beloved die, and even having to defeat his friend and Padawan Anakin after he fell to the dark side.
Any one of those tragedies could have broken a man or lured even a steadfast Jedi to the dark side. But not him.
He had always been the Light Side's most faithful follower.
A man of unfathomable will and wisdom.
"Oh, that's not what matters most. What matters is to avoid obsession."
"Human nature is hard to suppress, but you must remember—desire is external. The Force is the ultimate."
Amir nodded. "I understand, Master."
Kayin, who had been fidgeting for a while, finally blurted out, "Can I learn this stuff?"
"Hahaha!" Amir burst out laughing.
Obi-Wan chuckled too.
"Of course. The Force is here. It belongs to no one."
Just then, Amir's communicator beeped.
He answered it, and a holographic projection of Xiao Jie appeared.
"Amir! Can you contact Rango? He's disappeared again—along with that Wookiee!" Xiao Jie shouted, clearly anxious. Beside him, BD-4 beeped urgently.
"What? Again?" Amir's tone turned serious.
Rango had volunteered to investigate a slave trafficking operation at the port with the Wookiee. It should've been a simple, discreet mission—not dangerous. Or so they thought.
A sense of unease crept over Amir.
He told Xiao Jie to end the call, then opened another interface on his wrist device. In an instant, a 3D holographic star map lit up inside the room.
"Turn off the lights, Kayin," he said. The projection wasn't clear due to the brightness.
Once the room darkened, the starmap became vivid.
It was a basic map showing general directions and sectors—no detailed planetary info. Coruscant was the only exception, capable of being zoomed in.
Several red dots were flashing on the map.
They were the tracking signals Amir had installed on a few people.
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