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… Juyo is superb.”
Glowing from the compliment, you wear a great smile. Juyo is a rare Lightsaber form to know; only three dozen Jedi can say they are adept with it. And you are more than just adept; you have mastered the form. There is no method of recognition in the Order telling if a Jedi has mastered a form, only the self-belief and words of peers. You have both these, you are confident enough in your skills to say you have mastered the form, over the last two years you’ve sparred with many Jedi Masters. Seeking out as many of them as possible to measure your skill against, to hone your abilities. By throwing your all into these duels, you find yourself winning the majority of these bouts against those who have been training longer than you’ve been alive, and you are still getting better. You’ve overheard whispers about yourself, rumourmongers asking if you are a generational talent, and you strive to prove those rumours true. Over the last couple of years, you’ve noticed people have changed how they react to you; eyes now follow you, filled with curiosity and respect, measuring and wondering. People are more willing to approach you, ask questions about Lightsaber combat, your fights on Ravaath, and attempt to befriend you.
Getting to your legs, you feel the burn in your thighs; these twenty-five-minute sessions are incredibly intense. With a groan, you ask, “I’m cooking for the gang the day after tomorrow before I head off, going to introduce Morrigan to them. Are you in?”
“You think I wouldn’t be there for my little Chris’ going away party?” She gives you a playful poke to the ribs as you exit the training room. “So, what I’ve not understood is where you are going and why?”
“Long story, you know the ghost that messed up my face?” You refuse to utter Lord Merek’s name as you recall your crafted lie. “I found some information about him. He might have had a sanctuary in the Deep Core, and I’m going to explore that and see if I can find something to help us excise him from his tomb.”
“Hmm, ok, be safe.” She turns to leave you, your quarters are in different directions. Saying your goodbyes, you walk off. She does sneak behind you, only to wrap her arms around you in an unexpected hug before truly going separate ways.