Obi-Wan's Challenge and (Pod Race Part 1)

7000 words i will upload again at next sunday 

The open area of the Lucky Despot was filled with an air of anticipation as Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped forward, a determined look on his face. "Gojo, I want the same opportunity as Suzunami. I want to challenge a shikigami that hasn't been subjugated yet."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. "That's the problem, Obi-Wan. The remaining ones are either too weak or too powerful for someone like y—" He paused, a thought crossing his mind. "Wait, maybe we can test something out." With a swift motion, he summoned the Divine Dogs.

Obi-Wan, recognizing the familiar shikigami, remarked, "Isn't that the first one you summoned?"

Gojo's grin widened. "Watch this." He combined the two Divine Dogs into a single, more powerful entity—Divine Dog: Totality. The new shikigami stood taller, its presence even more imposing, radiating a fierce aura.

The spectators watched in awe and apprehension, the transformation adding a palpable intensity to the scene.

Obi-Wan readied himself, his eyes narrowing in focus. "Let's see what you've got," he muttered, igniting his lightsaber with a determined hum. Suddenly, the Divine Dog's arm clashed with Obi-Wan's lightsaber, which he managed to cut through. However, the Divine Dog transformed into 50 liquid versions of itself, surrounding Obi-Wan, who looked around in surprise.

"What the—? It can split into multiple forms?" Obi-Wan exclaimed, his eyes darting around to track the numerous opponents.

The multiple versions of Divine Dog lunged at Obi-Wan from all directions. Obi-Wan deflected and dodged as best as he could, using a combination of defensive lightsaber forms and Force-enhanced agility. His lightsaber whirled in a protective arc, but the sheer number of opponents made it difficult for him to keep up.

He was almost overwhelmed when Qui-Gon Jinn intervened, stepping forward with his lightsaber ignited. "Obi-Wan, let's handle this together."

"Master, these creatures are relentless," Obi-Wan called out as he continued to fend off the attacks.

Qui-Gon nodded. "We'll use Form III, Soresu, to defend and look for openings."

Together, the two Jedi combined their efforts, their lightsabers moving in perfect synchronization. Qui-Gon's defensive stance absorbed the brunt of the attacks, while Obi-Wan struck with precision, cutting down several of the liquid Divine Dogs.

Gojo watched with a mixture of amusement and respect. "Not bad, you two. Not bad at all."

The Divine Dogs reformed back into a single entity, its eyes gleaming with respect for the two Jedi. Obi-Wan, breathing heavily but with a determined look, stood ready for another round.

Qui-Gon, glancing at his apprentice, nodded. "Good work, Obi-Wan. We've shown what we can do together."

Obi-Wan, catching his breath, replied, "Thank you, Master. It was an honor to fight alongside you."

The spectators erupted in cheers, their admiration for the Jedi growing even stronger. Padmé, Shmi, Anakin, and his friends were all inspired by the display of courage and skill.

Padmé, clapping her hands, exclaimed, "That was good team !"

Shmi, smiling warmly, added, "Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon make an impressive team."

Anakin, filled with excitement, shouted, "That's so cool! I want to learn how to do that!"

Kitster, nodding vigorously, said, "Me too! That's amazing!"

Seek, his eyes wide with wonder, added, "The Divine Dog is so powerful."

Amee and Wald, still in shock, just nodded, their expressions mirroring the amazement around them.

Gojo, ever the playful one, gave Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon a nod of approval. "You two make a great team. However, are you ready for its next upgrade?" The Divine Dogs Totality began to transform, standing on its hind legs, resembling a werewolf. Its nails grew longer and were imbued with cursed energy.

Obi-Wan, seeing the transformation, stepped forward again, determination etched on his face. "Let's continue, then."

The Divine Dog's claw clashed with Obi-Wan's lightsaber, and to everyone's surprise, the lightsaber didn't cut through. Instead, the claws held their own against the blade.

Obi-Wan, eyes wide with shock, exclaimed, "Its claws can withstand a lightsaber!"

The audience was equally stunned. Padmé, Shmi, Anakin, his friends, and the twins all gasped in amazement, knowing the power of a lightsaber and seeing the Divine Dog holding its own.

Padmé, her voice filled with awe, said, "It's standing its ground against a Jedi's lightsaber. This is beyond anything I've seen."

Shmi, equally amazed, added, ""I can't believe it. That shikigami is claw very durable ."

Anakin, his eyes gleaming with amazement, thought to himself, "Someone really can stand up against the Jedi if they're powerful enough, looks like I need to change my mindset about no one can kill a jedi ."

Suzunami, eyes wide with awe, whispered to Yukinami, "Gojo-sensei's shikigami is incredible. To stand up to a lightsaber like that..."

Yukinami, equally impressed, added, "The durability of its claws are increasing . Gojo-sensei is truly amazing."

Gojo, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but laugh. "Seems like the Divine Dog Totality has earned your respect, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan, his lightsaber still clashing with the Divine Dog's claws, grinned. "It certainly has. But this isn't over yet."

The crowd watched in anticipation as the battle continued, the air thick with tension and excitement. The open area of the Lucky Despot had become the stage for an unforgettable display of power, skill, and determination.

Suddenly, the Divine Dog activated a (Simple Domain) , its attributes buffed for offense. A visible aura surrounded it, intensifying its presence and power. Qui-Gon, sensing the imminent danger, used the Force to pull Obi-Wan out of harm's way just as the Divine Dog lunged forward.

"Don't worry, we've got a mobile hospital just in case you're dying," Gojo teased, referring to the presence of Round Deer that he just summoned .

Obi-Wan, back on his feet, nodded to Qui-Gon. "Thank you, Master. Let's finish this."

The battle intensified. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan moved in perfect harmony, their lightsabers flashing as they countered the Divine Dog's enhanced attacks. The Simple Domain made the shikigami faster and stronger, but the Jedi's coordination and skill kept them in the fight.

Obi-Wan executed a swift maneuver, his lightsaber slicing through the air. The Divine Dog countered with a powerful swipe, but Qui-Gon was there to block it, his stance firm and unyielding. The clash of lightsaber and claw sent sparks flying, the energy of the Simple Domain creating an electrifying spectacle.

"Keep pushing!" Qui-Gon urged, his voice steady. "We can overcome this together."

Obi-Wan nodded, his focus unwavering. "Right behind you, Master."

With renewed determination, the two Jedi launched a coordinated assault. Obi-Wan's agility and precision combined with Qui-Gon's defensive mastery created an unbreakable front. They worked together seamlessly, exploiting every opening and countering each attack with precision.

The Divine Dog, despite its enhanced attributes, began to falter under the relentless pressure. Obi-Wan executed a series of rapid strikes, each one pushing the shikigami back. Qui-Gon followed up with a powerful thrust, driving the Divine Dog to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Obi-Wan stood ready for the next move. "We've got it on the ropes, Master."

Qui-Gon nodded, his eyes locked on the shikigami. "Let's end this."

With a final coordinated effort, the two Jedi unleashed a devastating combination of attacks. Obi-Wan's lightsaber cut through the Divine Dog's defenses, while Qui-Gon's strike landed with unerring precision. The Simple Domain shattered, and the Divine Dog collapsed, its form dissolving into energy.

The crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for the Jedi reaching new heights. Padmé, Shmi, Anakin, and his friends were all in awe of the display of skill and teamwork.

Padmé, clapping enthusiastically, exclaimed, "That was beyond coordination attack I imagined !"

Shmi, smiling proudly, added, "Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon , this is truly the first time I see jedi skills in live combat ."

Anakin, his eyes filled with determination, said, "I'll train even harder so I can be just as strong as jedi and idiot sensei ."

Kitster, nodding vigorously, remarked, "You're already amazing, Anakin!"

Seek, looking awed, said, "You have the best mentors anyone could ask for."

Amee and Wald, still in shock, just nodded, their expressions mirroring the amazement around them.

Suzunami, eyes wide with admiration, whispered to Yukinami, "Gojo-sensei's shikigami is powerful, but the Jedi are incredible."

Yukinami, equally impressed, added, "They really are. This was an amazing battle."

Gojo, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but smile. "Well done, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon. You've more than proven yourselves."

Obi-Wan, catching his breath, gave a respectful nod to Gojo. "Thank you for the opportunity. It was a challenging and enlightening experience."

As Gojo was about to summon another shikigami, Shmi interjected with a gentle but firm voice, "Okay, that's enough, Gojo. We've had enough strange things for one day."

Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Padmé all sighed in relief, grateful for the reprieve. Gojo, ever the playful one, shrugged and agreed. "Well, if you insist. I suppose we'll save the rest for another time."

Anakin turned to his friends, excitement bubbling in his voice. "You know, you can live in the Lucky Despot."

His friends exchanged glances, a mixture of gratitude and loyalty shining in their eyes. Kitster stepped forward, placing a hand on Anakin's shoulder with a warm smile. "Anakin, that sounds amazing, but the hovel... it's more than just a place. It's home. We've been through so much there together."

Seek nodded in agreement, adding, "Besides, someone needs to stay behind and make sure the story of Gojo Satoru, the one who freed us, gets told. People need to know he's real and incredibly powerful."

Amee chimed in with a soft smile, "We'll always be close by, Anakin. And you can visit whenever you want."

Wald, nodding enthusiastically, added, "Yeah, we're not going anywhere far, but the hovel is where we belong."

Anakin's initial excitement softened into understanding. He knew they were right, and he appreciated their loyalty to the place they had called home for so long. "I get it," he said, smiling back at them. "You're right. And I'm glad we'll all keep that bond, no matter where we are."

The group shared a knowing smile, their friendship stronger than ever as they looked forward to the adventures that lay ahead.

LUCKY DESPOT BALCONY NIGHT

The stars above Tatooine twinkled brightly, like countless diamonds scattered across the dark velvet of the night sky. Anakin Skywalker, sitting on the balcony of the Lucky Despot, marveled at the vastness of it all. The cool night breeze rustled his hair as he swung his legs back and forth, his eyes wide with wonder.

Qui-Gon Jinn knelt beside him, gently tending to a small cut on the boy's arm( due to training with tooru ) . The Jedi Master's touch was steady and practiced, but his gaze was softened by the warmth of a mentor who had grown fond of the child.

"Sit still, Annie," Qui-Gon chided gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Let me clean this cut."

Anakin winced slightly but couldn't tear his eyes away from the sky. "There are so many," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "Do they all have a system of planets?"

Qui-Gon followed the boy's gaze, his expression thoughtful. "Most of them," he replied, his tone carrying the wisdom of one who had seen much of the galaxy.

Anakin's curiosity was insatiable, his mind always racing ahead to the next question. "Has anyone been to them all?"

The question brought a soft chuckle from Qui-Gon. "Not likely," he said, shaking his head slightly.

Anakin's eyes sparkled with determination as he leaned back, gazing even more intently at the stars. "I want to be the first one to see them all," he declared, his voice filled with the boundless ambition only a child could possess.

Qui-Gon smiled at the boy's spirit but was careful as he pressed the cloth against Anakin's arm. "Ouch!" Anakin yelped, though more out of surprise than pain.

"There," Qui-Gon said, wiping away the last trace of blood. "Good as new."

Before Anakin could respond, Shmi's voice carried through the night air from inside the Lucky Despot, calling her son back inside. "Annie, bedtime!"

Anakin groaned softly, reluctant to leave the stars behind. He watched with curiosity as Qui-Gon scraped his blood onto a small comlink chip.

"What are you doing?" Anakin asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Checking your blood for infections," Qui-Gon replied, his tone light but focused.

Anakin was about to ask another question when Shmi's voice rang out again, this time with more insistence. "Annie! I'm not going to tell you again!"

Qui-Gon gave the boy a gentle nudge. "Go on, you have a big day tomorrow," he said, his voice softening with a note of fatherly affection. "Goodnight."

Anakin rolled his eyes playfully, but there was no mistaking the affection in his smile as he hopped to his feet and darted inside. Qui-Gon watched him go, a quiet fondness in his eyes before his expression turned more serious.

With a flick of his wrist, Qui-Gon inserted the blood-stained chip into his comlink and activated it. "Obi-Wan," he called, his voice now taking on the crisp tone of a Jedi Master.

"Yes, Master," came Obi-Wan's immediate reply, his voice clear through the comlink.

"Make an analysis of this blood sample I'm sending you," Qui-Gon instructed, his gaze drifting back to the stars as he waited.

"Wait a minute..." Obi-Wan's voice was tinged with curiosity, followed by the sound of rapid data processing.

"I need a midi-chlorian count," Qui-Gon continued, his voice betraying nothing of the suspicion building within him.

"All right. I've got it," Obi-Wan confirmed, his tone becoming more serious. There was a pause as he reviewed the data, then a note of confusion entered his voice. "Something must be wrong with the transmission."

"Here's a signal check," Qui-Gon offered, his brow furrowing slightly.

Obi-Wan's voice grew more concerned. "Strange. The transmission seems to be in good order, but the reading's off the chart...over twenty thousand."

Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the information, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "That's it then."

"Even Master Yoda doesn't have a midi-chlorian count that high!" Obi-Wan's voice now carried a mix of disbelief and awe.

"No Jedi has," Qui-Gon confirmed, his thoughts swirling with the implications.

"What does it mean?" Obi-Wan asked, his tone more urgent now.

"I'm not sure," Qui-Gon admitted, his voice carrying the weight of uncertainty.

As Qui-Gon ended the transmission, he looked up and noticed Shmi standing in the doorway of the Lucky Despot, her eyes filled with concern. Embarrassed at being caught in such serious contemplation, she quickly retreated back to the luxury guest room.

But there was another observer in the shadows of the balcony. Unbeknownst to Qui-Gon, Gojo Satoru had been watching the interaction with keen interest, his eyes sharp as they followed Anakin's movements. The boy had no idea of the forces aligning around him, nor of the path that had been subtly laid before him by Gojo himself.

This boy is different, Gojo mused, a glint of excitement sparking in his gaze. His potential is dangerous, but rather than destroy it, I'll shape it. He recalled the moment when Anakin had watched in awe as Gojo effortlessly destroyed 600 of Jabba's men and unleashed nine Black Flashes in quick succession. The sheer display of overwhelming power had captivated the boy, driving him to ask Gojo to become his master. But Gojo had gently refused, knowing that Anakin lacked cursed energy. Instead, he had encouraged the boy to follow the Jedi path, recognizing that the Force could mold Anakin's future into something extraordinary.

Gojo's thoughts swirled with possibilities, the thrill of molding such raw power to his liking tantalizing him. One day, Anakin, you might just reach my level… if you survive the journey.

As the cool night air brushed against his skin, Gojo disappear / teleport from the balcony, his mind already calculating the steps ahead. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but it was precisely that risk that made the game worth playing.

INT. MOS ESPA - ARENA - MAIN HANGER - DAY

The vast hanger buzzed with energy and anticipation. It was a sprawling structure filled with the clamor of activity, as ALIEN CREWS and PILOTS hurriedly made last-minute adjustments to their Podracers. The atmosphere was charged with the tension and excitement of the impending race, with various species working in harmony—or, in some cases, barely controlled chaos—to prepare their machines for the challenge ahead.

Amidst the frantic pace, Gojo and Qui-Gon moved through the hanger with a sense of purpose, their contrasting appearances drawing the occasional glance from those around them. Gojo's silver hair, now unencumbered by his usual blindfold or glasses, made him a striking figure among the sea of engineers and mechanics, while Qui-Gon's tall, composed presence exuded the calm authority of a seasoned Jedi.

As they walked, the events of the previous night weighed on their minds, and Gojo couldn't shake the questions that had been nagging at him since their conversation under the stars.

Gojo broke the silence first, his voice a blend of curiosity and disbelief. "So let me get this straight, Qui-Gon... You're telling me that the strongest Jedi, your Grandmaster Yoda, has a midi-chlorian count that's actually lower than this kid's?" Gojo paused, then added with a mischievous grin, "You're saying this 'potential man' has more going for him than even your top guy?" His tone was incredulous, as though he were trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't quite fit.

Qui-Gon glanced at Gojo, his expression thoughtful, as he nodded. "Yes, that's correct. Anakin's midi-chlorian count is the highest I've ever seen—over twenty thousand per cell. Even Master Yoda doesn't have a count that high."

Gojo's grin widened, and he was about to quip, "Well, looks like I'm having the strongest enemy or rival that will r—" when he was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice from across the hanger.

"Outlander! Who will you favor to win?" Watto's raspy voice cut through the noise as he approached them, his wings flapping lazily as he hovered closer.

Qui-Gon chuckled softly, glancing at Gojo. Looks like Gojo now knows how it feels to get interrupted, he thought, amused. It wasn't lost on him that Gojo had a habit of suddenly appearing out of nowhere and interrupting conversations—usually with his own brand of chaos.

Gojo, ever the provocateur, didn't miss a beat. He turned to Watto with a mocking grin and called out, "Ah, Fat Drake! Of course, I'm favoring Anakin. What about you?" His tone was laced with hostility, a clear jab at their tense relationship.

Watto puffed up slightly, his eyes narrowing as he replied, "Sebulba. He's the best there is. No one else can beat him—he's skilled, ruthless, and his Podracer is unmatched." Watto's voice then took on a whining tone as he added, "But it isn't fair for me, Outlander. You only bet one ship ( lucky despot is a cargo type luxury ship ) , and I need to give up many of my belongings. We'll let fate decide with dice. The red will be—"

Before Watto could finish, Gojo's expression darkened, and the air around him crackled with a sudden, violent surge of cursed energy. It wasn't just a shift in atmosphere; it was as if the very fabric of reality had been warped by his presence. The aura he emanated was terrifyingly intense, reminiscent of the way Sukuna might appear, but even more potent in its malice.

The entire hanger seemed to groan under the weight of Gojo's unleashed power. The ground beneath them began to fracture, hairline cracks spider-webbing outwards from where Gojo stood. The lights in the hanger flickered ominously, and then, as if consumed by an unseen darkness, the entire space dimmed, casting long, sinister shadows across the walls and machinery.

Every mechanic, pilot, and alien crew member froze in their tracks, their faces pale as the blood seemed to drain from their bodies. Tools were dropped, conversations died mid-sentence, and the chaotic noise of the hanger was replaced by an oppressive, suffocating silence. All eyes were riveted on the confrontation, fear and awe intertwining as they witnessed the raw, overwhelming power that radiated from Gojo.

Qui-Gon, who had never seen this side of Gojo before, immediately recognized the danger and stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "Gojo, let's—"

But Gojo cut him off with a menacing glare, locking eyes with the Jedi. The intensity in Gojo's gaze was like staring into the abyss, and Qui-Gon felt a cold dread creeping up his spine. He hesitated, understanding that this was not the moment to push. Reluctantly, Qui-Gon took a step back, the calm Jedi Master recognizing the storm that he could not control.

Gojo turned his attention back to Watto, his voice dropping to a low, terrifying tone that seemed to reverberate through the very walls of the hanger. "Are you trying to fuck up the deal ? I respect that you've taken care of the kid and his mother , so I'm letting this one slide. But there won't be a next time. Know your place, Foolish alien ." His words, like a blade, cut through the heavy air, leaving no room for doubt about the consequences of crossing him again.

Watto, visibly trembling, could barely muster the strength to nod, his bravado completely shattered under Gojo's gaze. He swallowed hard, the taste of fear bitter in his mouth, and dared not say another word.

The hanger remained dark and tense, the oppressive atmosphere clinging to every surface like a heavy fog. It was only when Gojo's cursed energy slowly receded that the lights flickered back to life, and the darkness began to lift. The cracks in the ground remained as a stark reminder of the power that had been unleashed, and the memory of Gojo's wrath lingered, seared into the minds of all who had witnessed it.

As Gojo turned away, the hanger gradually returned to its frantic activity, but the haunting presence of his power left everyone shaken, the weight of what they had just experienced far from forgotten.

INT. MOS ESPA - ARENA - MAIN HANGER - DIFFERENT AREA - DAY

In a quieter corner of the vast hanger, away from the frenetic energy that filled the space, Anakin, Kitster, Padmé, and Threepio stood together. The air was thick with anticipation, and Anakin's excitement was almost palpable as he made the final preparations for the race.

THREEPIO: I can assure you they will never get me onto one of those dreadful starships!

Threepio's anxious declaration drew a grin from Kitster, who turned to Anakin with a confident nod.

KITSTER: (to Anakin) This is so wizard! I'm sure you'll do it this time, Annie.

PADMÉ: Do what?

KITSTER: Finish the race, of course!

Padmé raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

PADMÉ: You've never won a race?

Anakin glanced away sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features.

ANAKIN: Well...not exactly...

PADMÉ: Not even finished?!

Anakin laughed, the sound light and carefree, as if the idea of it not really bothering him.

ANAKIN: None.

Padmé couldn't help but laugh along with him, though disbelief still lingered in her tone. "Looks like I'm going to have to educate Gojo that gambling is b—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the entire hanger suddenly plunged into an eerie darkness, as if a massive storm cloud had rolled in, blotting out the light. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, and a low, ominous rumble seemed to emanate from the very walls. The ground beneath them trembled slightly, sending ripples through the dusty floor.

A sudden, violent flare of cursed energy surged through the hanger, its presence unmistakable in its sheer intensity and malevolence. The lights flickered wildly, casting erratic shadows that danced across the walls, and the clang of tools hitting the ground echoed throughout the space. The oppressive force was unlike anything any of them had ever felt before, yet Anakin, Padmé, and Kitster knew immediately who was responsible.

PADMÉ: (wide-eyed) That has to be Gojo... No one else that I know on this planet could have that kind of power.

Anakin nodded slowly, the excitement from moments before now mingled with a sense of awe and trepidation. Though he admired Gojo, the raw power he had just felt was something altogether different, something that stirred both fear and fascination within him.

KITSTER: (voice trembling) That was... intense. Is Gojo. Our savior .. angry?

ANAKIN: I think so. I've never felt anything like that from him before.

Even Threepio, despite his lack of true sensory perception, shuffled uneasily, his golden plating reflecting the flickering lights in an unsettling pattern. "I must say, this is most unsettling. Perhaps we should—"

Before Threepio could finish, the lights steadied, and the oppressive atmosphere began to recede, leaving behind a silence that was almost as heavy as the darkness had been.

PADMÉ: (trying to regain her composure) Whatever's going on over there... let's just hope it doesn't get worse.

Anakin glanced at Padmé, his young face set with determination as he tried to reassure her despite the lingering tension in the air. "idiot sensei is strong. He'll handle it."

Padmé nodded, though she couldn't shake the unease that had settled in her chest. For a brief moment, it felt as though she had glimpsed a darker side of the enigmatic sorcerer who had become so central to their journey. Whatever had just happened served as a stark reminder of the immense power Gojo wielded—and the thin, precarious line that separated control from chaos.

Suddenly, from a distance, Gojo and Qui-Gon approached the group. Even from afar, it was clear that Gojo was still in a bad mood. His normally playful demeanor was overshadowed by a lingering intensity, the echoes of his earlier flare of cursed energy still palpable in the air around him.

Anakin, always direct, called out as they neared, "Idiot sensei, what happened that made you—"

Before Anakin could finish, Gojo cut him off with a sharp look, his voice low and serious. "Potential man, if I kill the Fat Drake, will you be sad?"

Anakin blinked, momentarily taken aback by the bluntness of the question. He hesitated, glancing at Padmé as if seeking her guidance. Padmé's expression was one of concern, her gaze flickering between Gojo and Anakin. They had seen Gojo's brutality before, his ruthlessness when dealing with enemies, and she knew that he rarely joked in situations like this.

Anakin, ever the straightforward one, finally answered with a mix of honesty and innocence, "Well... he's not a good person, but killing him might cause more problems, right?"

Padmé, sensing the tension in the air, quickly added, her voice calm but firm, "Gojo, we've all seen what you're capable of. But killing Watto... it would only complicate things further. We need him for the deal, and there's already too much at stake."

Gojo's gaze lingered on Anakin for a moment longer before he turned to Padmé, his expression softening ever so slightly. "You're right," he conceded, though the edge in his voice remained. "But remember, if he steps out of line again, I won't be so lenient."

Padmé nodded, relieved that Gojo had decided to hold back, though the encounter left her more aware than ever of the fine line Gojo walked between control and chaos.

Qui-Gon, who had remained silent during the exchange, finally spoke up, his voice steady and reassuring. "We should focus on the race. Anakin needs to be ready."

Anakin nodded eagerly, glad to shift the attention back to the race. "Right! I'm ready. Let's do this."

As they moved forward, Padmé couldn't help but cast one last glance at Gojo. The man who had become such an essential part of their group was as unpredictable as he was powerful, and she knew that his loyalty, though fierce, came with its own set of challenges.

EXT. MOS ESPA - DESERT RACE ARENA - DAY

On the left side of the tracks across from the grandstands, a line of Podracers emerges from the large hanger, surrounded by several CREW MEMBERS. Pods are pulled by a wide variety of CREATURES and are led by aliens carrying flags. The PILOTS stand facing the royal box.

FODE/BEED (O.S):

A: La Yma beestoo! (Yes, there they are!)

B: I see Ben Quadinaros from the Tund system.

A: Eh Gasgano doowa newpa Ord Petrovia! (And Gasgano in the new Ord Pedrovia.)

B: Two-time winner, Boles Roor...

A: Poo tula moosta, woe grane champio Sebulba du Pixelito! Splastyleeya bookie ookie! (On the front line, the reigning champion, Sebulba from Pixelito. By far the favorite today.)

B: And a late entry, Anakin Skywalker—wait, where is Anakin Sky—

Suddenly, the arena's attention is drawn skyward as a massive figure approaches, casting a long, ominous shadow over the tracks. Descending from the sky is a colossal Nue, a creature of terrifying proportions, easily the size of a skyscraper and more bigger than the one he summoned for subjugation . Its body is a twisted amalgamation of ferocious animals—a tiger's head, a serpent's tail, and limbs that resemble both the claws of a bird of prey and the legs of a mighty dragon. The air around the Nue crackles with dark energy, a manifestation of Sukuna's malevolent influence.

The creature's scales shimmer with an eerie, dark glow, as if absorbing the light around it, and its eyes burn with an unholy fire. A sinister aura surrounds it, distorting the air and sending shivers down the spines of all who witness its approach. The ground trembles under the sheer weight of its presence, and the once-boisterous crowd falls into an uneasy silence, mesmerized and horrified by the sight.

Perched upon the Nue's mighty legs, standing tall and unbothered, are Gojo Satoru and Anakin Skywalker. Gojo's white hair contrasts sharply with the darkness that clings to the Nue, his eyes—now free from his usual blindfold—gleaming with a cold, calculated confidence. Anakin, though young, appears fearless beside him, his small frame dwarfed by the monstrous shikigami beneath them.

FODE/BEED (B): (announcing with a mix of disbelief and awe) Anakin Skywalker... ka'pa chee moo ta (wait—who is that beside him?)

There's a pause as the announcer struggles to find his words, the realization of who the man beside Anakin is dawning on him.

FODE/BEED (B): (finally) Gaana du Wamma... Gojo Satoru! Kan kyat duba moolee Tatooine! (The savior of Tatooine... Gojo Satoru!)

The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers, gasps, and excited murmurs, the sheer spectacle of Gojo's arrival on the massive Nue overwhelming their senses. For a moment, the excitement for the race is eclipsed by the presence of the man who had not only saved Tatooine but now appeared to be mentoring the young boy they had all come to see race.

The Nue, under Gojo's command, slowly descends to the ground, its enormous form settling just outside the race track, where it looms like an ominous guardian. As Gojo and Anakin dismount, the crowd's energy reaches a fever pitch, their cheers echoing across the desert arena.

EXT. MOS ESPA - ARENA - ROYAL BOX - DAY (FX)

JABBA THE HUTT, the formidable crime lord, slithers into the Royal Box with his usual pomp and grandeur, his presence commanding immediate attention. The PILOTS bow from the waist in respect as Jabba waves to the roaring crowd, his massive frame overshadowing all around him.

Jabba's deep, guttural voice rumbles as he turns his attention to Gojo Satoru, who is standing with Anakin and the rest of the racer group.

JABBA (in Huttese): Gojo Satoru, mi noa chuba uba nonpana wamma lo da goorpi ja booma... (Gojo Satoru, I never knew you were interested in these kinds of events...)

His words are promptly translated by a nearby droid, its mechanical voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "Gojo Satoru, I never knew you were interested in these kinds of events. As a gesture of respect, I have prepared a seat next to the Royal Box for you."

The offer is made with a tone of expectancy, as if it were a given that Gojo would accept such an honor. But Gojo, standing tall and unwavering, merely shakes his head, a small, confident smile playing on his lips.

GOJO: "Nah, I'll stay with my racer group."

Jabba's large eyes narrow in confusion. The Hutt is not angry—he knows all too well how powerful Gojo is—but he is certainly perplexed by the refusal. He rumbles again, his voice filling the arena.

JABBA (in Huttese): H'chu apenkee? (Why?)

The droid translates: "Why?"

Gojo, ever the charismatic and heroic figure, steps forward, his voice carrying across the stands. There's a gleam in his eyes as he responds with conviction.

GOJO: (speaking to Jabba, but loud enough for all to hear) "Jabba, I appreciate the offer to sit in the Royal Box, but what kind of sponsor would I be if I didn't stand with my racer group? I'm here to support them, to be where they are, not where the seats are more comfortable

His words resonate with sincerity and strength, embodying the spirit of loyalty and camaraderie. For a moment, there's a hush over the crowd as they absorb the weight of his statement. Then, almost as one, the audience erupts into applause and cheers, their admiration for Gojo growing tenfold.

CROWD: (various voices)

"That's the kind of leader we need!"

"He stands with his own!"

"Gojo's one of us!"

The crowd's reaction is electric, a wave of admiration washing over the stands as they cheer for Gojo's decision to stay with Anakin and the racer group. The energy in the arena surges, and even Jabba, though still somewhat confused, nods in begrudging respect, recognizing the impact Gojo has on the people.

Jabba, though still slightly perplexed, lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, acknowledging Gojo's choice with a nod. He may not fully understand the human's motivations, but he respects his resolve.

JABBA (in Huttese, chuckling): Hako, Gojo. Ka'sa teeha bolla teesta.

(Very well, Gojo. As you wish.)

The crowd's cheers continue as Gojo remains with Anakin, standing tall and proud among the racers. His presence is both inspiring and reassuring, and as the race is about to begin, there's no doubt in anyone's mind that they're witnessing something extraordinary.

BONUSSS Flashback

INT. MOS ESPA - ARENA - MAIN HANGER - DIFFERENT AREA - DAY

The mood in the hanger had been tense, but after the intense moment with Watto, Gojo's demeanor suddenly shifted. His usual playful energy returned, and a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he turned to Anakin with a grin.

GOJO: "potential man , how about we make a dramatic entrance?"

Anakin looked up at him, clearly confused. "Dramatic entrance? What do you mean?"

Gojo's grin widened, and he knelt down to meet Anakin at eye level, a sense of excitement bubbling beneath the surface. "You know, something that will make everyone's jaws drop. Something that they'll remember long after the race is over."

Qui-Gon and Padmé, who had been silently watching from a distance, exchanged glances. Both were relieved to see Gojo's mood improve, but they couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. They had seen Gojo's surprises before—sometimes they were hilarious, other times, they were so grand that "dramatic entrance" seemed like an understatement.

QUI-GON: (whispering to Padmé) "This could be... interesting."

PADMÉ: (nodding, a hint of a smile) "Or completely over the top."

Kitster, who had been nervously fidgeting nearby, suddenly perked up. He knew that when Gojo had that look in his eyes, something big was about to happen. Kitster, being Kitster, couldn't contain his excitement and blurted out, "Yeah, let's do it! What do you have in mind, Gojo?"

Gojo stood up, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "Just trust me, Anakin. This entrance is going to be something else."

Anakin, though still a bit confused, couldn't help but smile. The energy around Gojo was contagious, and despite his young age, Anakin had learned that when Gojo was in a good mood, it usually meant something incredible was about to happen.

ANAKIN: "Alright, idiot sensei . Let's make it dramatic!"

The scene then fades back to the present, with the viewer now understanding the context behind the awe-inspiring entrance with the Nue that would soon follow.

EXT. - MOS ESPA - ARENA - STARTING GRID - DAY

The viewing platform buzzed with the crowd anticipation as the Podrace was about to begin. Padmé, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Shmi, the twins, and Jar Jar Binks stood together, their eyes scanning the arena. Suddenly, the air shifted, and the enormous figure of the Nue began its descent, carrying Gojo and Anakin on its massive legs.

As the towering Nue came into view, the group's initial excitement turned into sheer surprise. The last time they had seen the Nue, it had been a terrifying ordeal—Gojo had subjugated the monstrous creature right in front of them. The memory of its raw power, its overwhelming size, and the darkness that accompanied it was still fresh in their minds.

PADMÉ: (gasping, her eyes widening) "It's the Nue... again? But it's even larger than before!"

QUI-GON: (his voice steady but with an edge of concern) "I didn't think Gojo would bring it out like this... its power is immense."

OBI-WAN: (staring in awe) "I remember the power of its presence. To see it again in this way... it's both incredible and worrying."

yukinami: (clutching her brother's arm, eyes wide with fear and amazement) "He's actually using it for the entrance? I never imagined..."

suzunami : (nodding, his voice trembling slightly) "Gojo-sensei never does anything halfway. But this... it's overwhelming."

JAR JAR BINKS: (panicking, flailing his arms) "Oh no! It's da big scary beastie again! Meesa don't wanna be crushed!"

Shmi, who had been quietly observing, felt her heart skip a beat as the Nue descended. Though she had seen Gojo's incredible powers before, the sight of her son perched atop such a monstrous creature sent a wave of anxiety through her. But even more so, there was an underlying sense of awe.

SHMI: (whispering, a mix of pride and concern) "Ani... what have you gotten yourself into?"

As the Nue settled near the track, towering over everything in the arena, the spectators around them erupted in cheers and gasps of disbelief. The sheer scale of the creature, combined with Gojo's confident demeanor as he stood beside Anakin, left an indelible mark on everyone present.

Padmé placed a hand over her heart, trying to calm the nervous flutter there. She had seen Gojo perform incredible feats before, but this—using the Nue in such a public, dramatic way—was something else entirely. She couldn't help but admire his audacity, even as she worried about the sheer force he wielded.

Qui-Gon placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though his eyes remained fixed on the Nue. "Gojo knows what he's doing," he said, more to reassure himself than anyone else. "But we must remain vigilant just in case he gone loose again ."

Obi-Wan, though equally impressed, felt a knot of concern tightening in his chest. "If Gojo can control something like that... what else is he capable of?"

The twins, though in awe of Gojo's power, couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and trepidation. Suzunami, though headstrong, knew that this was no ordinary display—it was a show of dominance. Yukinami, still processing the sight, felt both pride in their sensei and a lingering fear of what that kind of power meant.

As the Nue fully descended and Gojo and Anakin dismounted, the viewing platform remained tense. They knew that with Gojo, anything could happen, and while his power was a boon to their cause, it was also a reminder of the fine line between control and chaos.

Shmi's gaze remained fixed on Anakin, her heart filled with a mix of pride and worry. She knew her son was destined for greatness, but the path he was on, especially under the influence of someone as powerful as Gojo, filled her with a mother's concern for what the future might hold.

The group then watched intently as Gojo addressed Jabba and the crowd, his voice carrying across the arena with a powerful blend of resolve and a sense of duty.

GOJO: (speaking to Jabba, but loud enough for all to hear) "Jabba, I appreciate the offer to sit in the Royal Box, but what kind of sponsor would I be if I didn't stand with my racer group? I'm here to support them, to be where they are, not where the seats are more comfortable."

His words hung in the air for a moment, before the crowd erupted in cheers, their admiration for Gojo's decision clear. The noise was deafening, a wave of approval that swept through the arena, reinforcing Gojo's position not just as a powerful figure, but as someone who valued loyalty and camaraderie above all.

As the echoes of the crowd's cheers filled the air, the group exchanged glances, each processing the impact of Gojo's words and the reaction they evoked.

PADMÉ: (softly, with a hint of a smile) "That... that sounds like Gojo."

QUI-GON: (nodding in agreement) "He's ruthless and brutal, yes. But in the end he is a good person

OBI-WAN: "Even if he were to turn out to be a bad person... well, he's our bad person. He's not a warmonger who kills innocent people."

SUZUNAMI: (with quiet admiration) "Gojo-sensei... he's someone who protects what matters, even if it means going to extremes."

YUKINAMI: (softly, with a touch of pride) "He's fierce, but he's always been fair to us. I'm glad he's on our side."

SHMI: (smiling faintly, her motherly concern mixed with pride) "Anakin is with someone who understands power and responsibility. That's what gives me hope."

JAR JAR BINKS: (relieved, nervously chuckling) "Meesa don't always understand what he's doing, but meesa glad he's with us and not against us!"

As the group reflected on Gojo's words and the crowd's overwhelming response, they found a sense of unity in their thoughts. They had all witnessed Gojo's raw power, his sometimes terrifying presence, but this moment reaffirmed why they trusted him. His decision to stand with Anakin and the racer group, rather than seeking a position of comfort and prestige, showcased a depth of character that resonated with them all.

The crowd continued to cheer, their energy palpable, and in that moment, it was clear that Gojo's influence extended far beyond just his strength. He had a way of inspiring those around him, of turning his formidable power into a force for something greater—a protector, a leader, and most importantly, a loyal ally.

As the cheers finally began to die down, the group looked at each other with renewed determination. They were in this together, and with Gojo by their side, they felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.