Entering the Lucky Despot And Break The Limit

 ( 4200 words I need a break)

The group approached the grand entrance of the Lucky Despot, their eyes widening in awe at the luxurious view before them. The entrance was adorned with intricate carvings and gold accents, reflecting the opulence within. The lights from the chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the richly decorated hallway that stretched out before them.

As they stepped inside, the sight that greeted them was nothing short of breathtaking. The main hall was vast, with high ceilings and walls lined with exquisite tapestries and artworks. The floor was made of polished marble, reflecting the grandeur of the space. A grand staircase led up to the upper levels, flanked by elegant statues and lush potted plants.

The heart of the main lobby was dominated by a massive, circular bar, where droids and servants moved gracefully, serving an array of exotic drinks. The bar itself was made of polished wood with gold inlays, its countertop gleaming under the soft, ambient lighting. Around the bar, there were several round tables with plush seating arrangements, where patrons could enjoy their drinks and engage in conversation.

To one side of the lobby, there was a large, inviting lounge area filled with comfortable sofas and armchairs. The walls were adorned with holoscreens displaying various forms of entertainment, from live performances to intergalactic news. On the other side, there was a high-stakes gambling area, with tables for sabacc, dejarik, and other popular games, each surrounded by eager players and onlookers.

The atmosphere was vibrant and filled with a sense of excitement and luxury, making it clear that the Lucky Despot was a place for the elite and those seeking a taste of high society on Tatooine.

Qui-Gon nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed. The level of opulence here is remarkable. It's hard to believe we're still on Tatooine."

Anakin, eyes shining with excitement, could barely contain himself. "This is amazing! I've never seen a place so fancy!"

Shmi, equally impressed, looked around in awe. "I had no idea places like this existed on Tatooine. It's like a different world."

Padmé, admiring the decor, smiled. "It's certainly a far cry from the streets of Mos Espa. Gojo, you've really outdone yourself."

As they made their way further into the casino, a group of servants lined up to greet them, bowing respectfully. "Welcome, Master Gojo," they said in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of respect and nervousness.

Gojo, ever the playful one, grinned and teased them, "You've done so much cleaning in here. I'm impressed."

Despite their initial apprehension, the servants couldn't help but relax slightly in response to Gojo's light-hearted demeanor. One of the braver servants stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Thank you, Master Gojo. We aim to keep the Lucky Despot in pristine condition for your pleasure."

Gojo's mood lightened even more, his grin widening. "Well, you're doing a great job. Keep it up."

The atmosphere in the room became more relaxed, the servants feeling less intimidated by their new master. The group continued to explore the casino, admiring the luxurious décor and the intricate details that made the Lucky Despot one of the most opulent places on Tatooine.

As they continued to explore, Obi-Wan couldn't help but comment, "I remember this place from our last visit during the gambling spree. It's even more impressive now, knowing that you own it, Gojo."

Gojo chuckled, recalling the chaotic events. "Ah, yes, our little adventure here. Seems like ages ago, doesn't it?"

Obi-Wan nodded, smiling. "It does. But it looks like things have settled down. For now, at least."

The sense of awe and excitement filled the air as they realized that this was only the beginning of their new adventure together. The Lucky Despot, now under Gojo's control, held endless possibilities and challenges that they were eager to face.

Suzunami and Yukinami, trailing slightly behind the group, exchanged silent glances. They couldn't forget how Gojo had enforced the binding vow, leading to Lady Valarian's gruesome end. It was a stark reminder of the power their new master wielded.

Suzunami, his voice low, whispered to Yukinami, "Do you think we'll ever get used to this power struggle?"

Yukinami glanced at Gojo, then back at her brother. "I don't know, but as long as we stay close to Gojo-sensei, we'll be safe."

Gojo, noticing their hesitation, turned to them and gave a reassuring smile. "Well, she didn't uphold the bargain, right?" he said casually, as if discussing the weather.

The twins nodded, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and admiration.

Gojo's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with confidence. "If another fat slug like Jabba tries anything, all I need to do is take them down. Don't forget, I'm Gojo Satoru. You two just focus on learning and growing stronger. Leave the rest to me. And by the way, I didn't kill the fat slug that owned this casino—the binding vow did. She reaped what she was about to sow. That's the way it works."

The twins' eyes sparkled with admiration, their fear replaced with a deep respect for Gojo's strength and resolve. They knew they were in the presence of someone truly extraordinary.

Gojo turned to the servants and said, "Let's serve them the finest food in all of Tatooine."

The servants nodded and quickly went to prepare the meal. Soon, the group was seated at the main table in the grand dining hall. The table was covered with a variety of dishes, each one more delectable than the last. There were roasted bantha steaks, seasoned with exotic spices; fresh fruits from distant planets; a selection of fine cheeses; and delicate pastries filled with sweet creams and fruits. The aromas wafting from the table were mouth-watering.

Qui-Gon took a bite of the roasted bantha steak and nodded appreciatively. "This is exquisite. I've never tasted anything quite like it."

Obi-Wan sampled the fine cheeses and smiled. "I must agree, the food here is remarkable."

Anakin, his eyes wide with excitement, eagerly tried everything on his plate. "This is the best food I've ever had!"

Shmi, savoring a piece of fruit, looked around with a smile. "This is a feast fit for royalty. Thank you, Gojo."

Padmé, enjoying a delicate pastry, added, "You've truly outdone yourself, Gojo. This is a meal to remember."

Jar Jar Binks, his mouth full, managed to exclaim, "Dis food is da bombad! Mesa never had anyting like dis!"

Suzunami and Yukinami, experiencing such luxury for the first time, were equally impressed. Suzunami tried the exotic fruits and whispered to his sister, "This is incredible. I've never tasted anything like it."

Yukinami nodded, her eyes wide as she savored a piece of the delicate pastry. "It's like a dream. Gojo-sensei really knows how to treat his guests."

Gojo watched them with satisfaction, pleased that his new friends were enjoying the meal. The atmosphere was warm and filled with laughter, the group feeling more united than ever as they dined together in the opulent surroundings of the Lucky Despot.

After they ate, Qui-Gon leaned forward, his tone turning serious. "Now, to continue with what we came here for, we need to acquire the parts for our ship."

Jar Jar, ever the pessimist, chimed in, "Wit no-nutten mula to trade."

Padmé, always practical, added, "These junk dealers must have a weakness of some kind."

Shmi, who had seen the darker side of Tatooine, offered, "Gambling. Everything here revolves around betting on those awful races."

Qui-Gon's eyes lit up with an idea. "Podracing... Greed can be a powerful ally if it's used properly."

Anakin, unable to contain his excitement, blurted out, "I've built a racer! It's the fastest ever... There's a big race tomorrow, on Boonta Eve. You could enter my pod. It's all but finished..."

Shmi, concern etched on her face, interjected, "Anakin, settle down. Watto won't let you..." She paused, then her expression softened with newfound hope. "But we're already free. Gojo freed us by removing the transmitter from our bodies."

Anakin's eyes widened in realization, a broad smile spreading across his face. "That's right! We're free now, thanks to Gojo!"

Padmé looked at Shmi with empathy and admiration. "You're free now. You can decide what you want to do."

Shmi nodded, a grateful smile forming. "Yes, and if entering this race can help us get the parts that your group need, then I believe ani should do it."

Gojo leaned back with a grin, clearly enjoying the lively conversation. "Don't worry, lover boy," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "This sugar daddy will be your sponsor. Also, your racing car needs to be more awesome. I'll upgrade it to the point where you're guaranteed to win."

Anakin's face turned red with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I don't need you calling me lover boy, and it's not fair if you do all the heavy lifting, old man."

Gojo chuckled, his grin widening. "Oh, come on, kid. Besides, I still need to troll the fat drake(watto). Can't let him think he's got a chance."

Padmé, watching the exchange, sighed with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Why do I always smell trouble from you, Gojo?"

Gojo shrugged, his expression turning playful. "Without trouble, there wouldn't be anything interesting. Don't you agree?"

The group couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing as they prepared for the challenges ahead. With Gojo's confident and mischievous demeanor leading the way, they felt ready to take on whatever came next.

Shmi looked at her son, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and concern. "Anakin, if this is truly what you want, then I support you. But be careful."

Anakin nodded, his determination evident. "I will, Mom. I promise."

With their plan in place, the group prepared for the upcoming race, knowing that with Gojo's help, they stood a much better chance of success.

Jabba's Reaction INT. JABBA'S PALACE - THRONE ROOM - NIGHT

Jabba the Hutt lounged on his elevated throne, surrounded by sycophants and servants attending to his every whim. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices, and the sound of raucous laughter echoed through the grand hall. A dancing girl performed in front of Jabba, attempting to amuse the Hutt crime lord. Suddenly, a commotion at the entrance drew his attention.

JABBA: (in Huttese, with English subtitles) "Cancel all my relaxation and entertainment plans for tonight. I want to reclaim the Lucky Despot myself."

Bib Fortuna hurriedly approached Jabba, bowing low before speaking.

BIB FORTUNA: (in Huttese, with English subtitles) "My lord, Lady Valarian's fall was not by any ordinary rival. It was Gojo Satoru."

Jabba's eyes narrowed, his attention now fully focused. He recognized the name instantly.

JABBA: (in Huttese, with English subtitles) "Gojo Satoru... the one who made the Viceroy of the Trade Federation kneel before him on that exclusive broadcast."

The hall fell silent, the weight of Jabba's words sinking in. The mention of Gojo Satoru sent ripples of unease through the room. Jabba's reputation for dealing with threats was well-known, but even he knew that Gojo was a formidable opponent.

JABBA: (in Huttese, with English subtitles) "Prepare my ship. I will personally deal with this Gojo Satoru and reclaim the Lucky Despot."

Bib Fortuna bowed again and hurried off to carry out Jabba's orders. The dancers and musicians quickly exited the throne room, sensing the change in atmosphere. Jabba's eyes gleamed with determination and a hint of malice as he contemplated his next move.

JABBA: (in Huttese, with English subtitles) "Let's see if this Gojo Satoru is as powerful as they say."

However, Jabba made a silent gesture to a nearby dancer. "Prepare my biggest tribute, just in case this Gojo Satoru is as crazy as they say."

The scene shifted back to Gojo and the group at the Lucky Despot, unaware of the brewing storm heading their way.

The Gathering Storm

Back at the Lucky Despot, Gojo sensed numerous enemies approaching from miles away. His excitement grew, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of an impending battle. He turned to Anakin, a playful glint in his eye.

"Hey, lover boy, take care of my glasses," Gojo said, tossing them to Anakin.

Anakin, annoyed, caught the glasses but then looked up and saw Gojo's eyes for the first time. He was stunned by their beauty. "Wow... your eyes... they're the most beautiful I've ever seen."

Shmi, overhearing her son's remark, added softly, "He's right. Your eyes are truly mesmerizing, Gojo."

Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Padmé, who had seen Gojo's eyes before, still couldn't help but be captivated.

"They never lose their wonder, do they?" Qui-Gon mused, his tone thoughtful.

"No matter how many times I see them, they always amaze me," Obi-Wan admitted, shaking his head slightly.

"There's something truly unique about them," Padmé added, her voice tinged with admiration.

Gojo chuckled, enjoying their reactions. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stepped forward, determination in their eyes.

"We'll accompany you, Gojo. I want to see those Black Flashes again. You said they're rare, but if they're as simple as a jab for you, I'd like to see you prove it," Obi-Wan stated, his voice firm.

Qui-Gon nodded in agreement. "Indeed. We need to see the extent of your abilities."

Sensing an opportunity to provoke Gojo, Padmé smirked. "Prove your worth, Gojo. Show us what you can really do."

Ever the confident one, Gojo grinned. "Alright, you can accompany me. And as for proving my worth, just watch. Hey, twins, I want to show you something cooler outside."

Suzunami and Yukinami nodded eagerly, following Gojo, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Padmé outside the Lucky Despot. The anticipation hung in the air as they prepared to witness Gojo's incredible power in action. The twins, trailing slightly behind the group, finally caught a glimpse of Gojo's eyes as he turned to speak to Anakin. They were instantly captivated by the mesmerizing sight.

Suzunami's eyes widened in awe. "Gojo-sensei, your eyes... they're amazing. I've never seen anything like them."

Yukinami, equally entranced, whispered, "They're like stars... so beautiful and powerful."

Gojo smiled at their reactions, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Glad you like them. Now, come on. I have something even cooler to show you."

The twins nodded eagerly, their admiration for Gojo growing even more profound as they followed him and the rest of the group outside the Lucky Despot. The night air was cool, and the stars above seemed to shine brighter, as if reflecting the anticipation of the moment. Gojo's confident stride led them to a clearing, the perfect stage for the display of his immense power.

Just then, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the air was filled with the distant sound of engines. Jabba the Hutt had arrived with his entourage, a formidable display of power and influence. From Jabba's point of view, the sight of Gojo Satoru standing confidently in the clearing was both impressive and intimidating. Jabba's eyes narrowed as he observed the man who had taken down Lady Valarian and now stood between him and the Lucky Despot.

In his mind, Jabba thought, "This man, Gojo Satoru, and his eyes... He is a truly horrifying individual. I need to calm myself and not provoke him."

With a deep breath, Jabba spoke through his translator droid. "Welcome, Gojo Satoru, to Tatooine," the droid translated, the mechanical voice echoing through the clearing. "I am here to offer my welcome gi—"

Before the droid could finish, Gojo interrupted with a shout, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and menace. "OY! Bring out the third-rate fighters capable of facing me! Then we can discuss more... metal." He laughed, the sound both sinister and thrilling.

Jabba's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and wariness. He knew that the treasure from the Lucky Despot was worth more than almost anything, and the challenge laid out by Gojo was not one to be taken lightly. The Hutt crime lord motioned for his guards to step back, contemplating his next move.

Gojo's grin widened as he prepared for the battle ahead, his eyes reflecting the thrill of the challenge. "Let's see what you've got, Jabba. This is going to be fun."

Suddenly, Gojo sensed Anakin and Shmi trying to watch the confrontation from a hidden spot. For the first time, he called out, "Anakin Skywalker, no need to hide. I'll show you why I'm called the strongest."

Anakin was amazed at Gojo's confidence and the fact that he knew they were there. His eyes widened with admiration as he whispered to his mother, "How did he know we were here?"

Shmi, equally impressed, replied, "He truly is something else."

Jabba, now slightly more composed, addressed Gojo again through his translator droid. "Is 600 men enough?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Gojo chuckled, his excitement palpable. "More than enough for me," he replied. "Alright, time to chain BLACK FLASHES!"

The fight commenced with Gojo opening with a powerful Black Flash. The distortion in space created by the move amplified his physical strike, causing a massive, thunderous impact that reverberated through the night. The sheer force of the attack, outputting 125% power, sent shockwaves through the ground and air, demonstrating Gojo's unmatched strength.

Jabba's forces, equipped with an array of formidable weaponry, hesitated for a moment, stunned by the incredible display of power. They had blaster rifles, heavy repeating blasters, thermal detonators, and mounted E-Web heavy blaster cannons. Additionally, there were several heavily armored speeder bikes and landspeeders outfitted with mounted blaster cannons, giving them a significant mobile advantage. Alongside these vehicles, there were hulking guard droids and heavily armed Gamorrean guards, their axes and vibro-blades glinting menacingly in the moonlight.

The loud sound and the immense impact of the Black Flash left them momentarily paralyzed, fear and awe mingling in their expressions. The ground shook with the force of Gojo's attack, and a cloud of dust and debris hung in the air, adding to the chaos.

Gojo stood amidst the turmoil, his expression one of exhilaration. He turned to the Jedi and the twins, a confident smile on his face. "Ready to see more? Let's show them what true power looks like."

With a burst of speed, Gojo launched himself into the fray. He moved with blinding speed, chaining together eight Black Flashes in rapid succession. Each strike was a precise and devastating blow, causing shockwaves that obliterated everything in their path. The air crackled with the intense energy of his attacks, the black flashes illuminating the battlefield with a fierce light.

"Black Flash!" Gojo shouted with each strike, counting aloud. " Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

The enemy forces were thrown into disarray, their formations shattered by the relentless assault. Speeder bikes and landspeeders were torn apart, their riders thrown to the ground. Guard droids were reduced to smoking heaps of metal, and the Gamorrean guards fell one by one, their heavy armor and weapons no match for Gojo's overwhelming power.

"He's like a demon!" one of the nameless grunts screamed, his voice filled with terror.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," another grunt whispered, his hands trembling as he witnessed the black lightning that accompanied each of Gojo's Black Flashes.

The battle raged on, longer than any of them could have anticipated. Gojo moved through the enemy ranks like a whirlwind, his attacks precise and merciless. Heads rolled and bodies fell as he decapitated the remaining enemies with lightning-fast strikes, reminiscent of his brutal efficiency in Shibuya.

"He's unstoppable!" a terrified guard yelled, dropping his weapon in despair.

"Retreat! We can't fight him!" another cried out, scrambling to escape the onslaught.

In the span of a minute, Gojo had decimated the bulk of Jabba's forces. The remaining soldiers, droids, and guards tried to regroup, but Gojo was relentless. He moved through them like a whirlwind, his attacks precise and merciless. Heads rolled and bodies fell as he decapitated the remaining enemies with lightning-fast strikes, reminiscent of his brutal efficiency in Shibuya.

Suddenly, Gojo noticed some heavy forces that stood their ground, their expressions confident, almost smug, as if they believed they could win. Their faces bore the "nah, I'd win" expressions, brimming with overconfidence.

A sinister grin spread across Gojo's face as he gathered even more cursed energy, feeling the limits of his power stretching. "ahhh yes the smug face haven't seen them since geto provoke me Let's see you handle this," he muttered, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Black Flash!"

With an intense shout that echoed across the battlefield, Gojo unleashed a ninth Black Flash. "I BREAK MY LIMITS!" he roared, his voice reverberating with raw power. The strike, fueled by the accumulated cursed energy of the previous eight flashes, was exponentially more potent. The ground beneath his feet shattered, a massive crater forming as the energy exploded outward. The heavy forces were launched high into the air, their overconfidence shattered by the sheer magnitude of Gojo's power.

The impact was devastating, a force equivalent to 500% of a gojo enhanced normal strike, amplified by Gojo's relentless precision. The battlefield was left in ruins, the once formidable heavy forces now scattered and broken.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, who had been prepared to assist, stood in stunned silence. Obi-Wan finally spoke, his voice filled with a mix of awe and reservation. "I've never seen anything like that. His Black Flashes and speed are incredible, though the decapitations are... a bit much."

Qui-Gon nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Gojo Satoru is truly a force to be reckoned with. His power is impressive, but his methods can be rather extreme."

Padmé, though she had seen Gojo's power before, was still amazed. "He always finds a way to surprise us. Let's hope this victory sends a clear message."

Obi-Wan, his curiosity piqued, stepped forward. "Gojo, what did you mean when you said you broke your limit?"

Gojo, still basking in the afterglow of his victory, turned to face them, a satisfied grin on his face. "Black Flash is already a rare skill, but chaining them together boosts the power of my cursed energy even more. Eight is usually my limit every time I chained it . But this time, I managed to push beyond that and create a ninth Black Flash. It's like I reached a new level of power."

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "So you can grow even stronger by pushing your limits?"

Gojo nodded. "Exactly. It's not just about strength; it's about precision and timing. Every Black Flash enhances my cursed energy, and breaking through that barrier means I can tap into even greater potential."

Padmé, intrigued, asked, "Does this mean you can keep getting stronger indefinitely?"

Gojo shrugged. "Who knows? But one thing's for sure: I always aim to surpass my limits. It keeps things interesting."

The twins, still in awe of what they had witnessed, exchanged glances.

Suzunami spoke up, his voice filled with admiration. "Gojo-sensei, you're incredible. Your power is on a whole different level."

Yukinami nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "We have so much to learn from you."

Suddenly, Anakin ran up to Gojo, his eyes filled with admiration. "Gojo-sensei, please accept me as your student!"

Gojo looked at Anakin seriously and said, "Anakin, I can't make you my student because you don't have any cursed energy."

Anakin's face fell, tears welling up in his eyes. "But I want to be powerful like you..."

Gojo's expression softened slightly. "However, you can be a Jedi." He looked at Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, then continued, "This boy bears a threat to me. My soul says I should kill him right here, right now. But I'd prefer you become my rival or someone who can equal me one day. That means I know that in this galaxy, I'm not alone at the top. I'll wait for you at the peak, where the strongest resides, one day."

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, understanding the gravity of Gojo's words. Qui-Gon placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "You have a great destiny, Anakin. But for now, your path lies with the Jedi."

Obi-Wan nodded, his gaze shifting from Anakin to Gojo. "We'll make sure he reaches his full potential."

Gojo then grinned at Anakin, "I'll change your nickname from lover boy to potential man."

Anakin, though a bit irritated, couldn't hide his satisfaction. "That means the strongest recognizes me," he said with a proud smile.

Padmé, watching the exchange, couldn't help but smile at Anakin's pride. "You've certainly made an impression, Anakin. I believe in you."

Gojo chuckled, patting Anakin on the shoulder. "Keep that fire, potential man. You'll need it."

Shmi, watching the exchange with a mix of relief and gratitude, added, "When you said Ani could be a threat to you, I thought you were going to kill him. But I'm glad you spared him."

Gojo smiled at Shmi, his eyes gleaming with encouragement. "Ah, about that. That's how I recognize a person's potential—by how dangerous they can be. Or rather, I praise Anakin and encourage him to chase me to the top. Anakin, I see greatness in you. One day, I hope you'll stand as my equal, a rival who pushes me to grow even stronger. Remember, the top is where the strongest reside, and I'll be waiting for you there."

Anakin's eyes sparkled with determination, and he nodded vigorously. "I'll get there, Gojo-sensei. I promise."

With renewed purpose, the group felt a deep sense of unity and anticipation for the future. They knew that with Gojo's guidance and the Jedi's training, Anakin's potential would one day be fully realized.

Author note :

 I know in manga gojo rarely use black flash and not good as Nanami or yuji but I decide to boost it reason is because the top or strongest entity in star wars beside Sidious vitiate , and revan is very very powerfull and I need reason to upgrade it this fanfic also jabba is not dead yettt it will be on later chapter