On The Way For Battle Of Naboo

The Naboo Royal Starship stood ready on the landing platform, its sleek design gleaming under the morning sun. The group, including Queen Amidala—Padmé in her true royal guise—prepared to board, the urgency of their mission clear in their movements. They needed to leave Naboo and gather support to reclaim their planet from the Trade Federation's grasp. Just as they were about to ascend the ramp, a smaller, yet distinctly regal ship touched down nearby, blocking their path.

The ramp of the new ship lowered, revealing Senator Palpatine, clad in his dignified robes, his face wearing a mask of concern and urgency. He approached quickly, his posture suggesting both authority and desperation. "Your Majesty," he called out, his voice calm yet insistent. "Please, wait!"

Padmé turned, her expression set in the composed demeanor of a Queen, though her eyes revealed the fierce determination beneath. She was aware of Gojo's warnings about Palpatine; she knew the Senator was more than he seemed—cutthroat, ambitious, and untrustworthy. However, she didn't know the full extent of his deception. What she did know was enough to make her wary, and she resolved to play her part to perfection.

Palpatine reached them, bowing slightly. "Your Majesty, I implore you, stay here where it's safe. The situation with the Trade Federation is dire; it's a full-scale invasion. You shouldn't endanger yourself further."

Padmé, maintaining her regal composure, responded smoothly, her voice filled with a mix of royal authority and feigned gratitude. "As Queen, it is my duty to save my people, Senator. I cannot abandon them in their time of need. Besides," she added with a faint smile, "Gojo has a plan."

Palpatine's eyes flickered briefly with frustration, though he masked it quickly with a gracious nod. "If there is a plan, perhaps I could assist," he offered smoothly, trying to probe further. "With the Trade Federation's forces mobilized, it will take all our efforts to counter their invasion. I can lend my resources, my support, to whatever Gojo is planning."

Before Padmé could respond, Gojo stepped forward, his usual confident smirk plastered across his face. He had been watching the exchange with a bemused expression, and now he chuckled, breaking the tense atmosphere. "You know, Padmé, you really should get an Oscar for that performance. Seriously, top-tier acting," he said with a laugh, his tone teasing yet oddly supportive.

Padmé shot him a quick, knowing smile, maintaining her royal façade but clearly amused by Gojo's antics. Palpatine, on the other hand, looked momentarily bewildered. "An Oscar?" he repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What is an Oscar?"

Gojo waved a hand dismissively, still chuckling. "Don't worry about it, Senator. It's just something from another world, another time. You wouldn't get it." He turned back to Padmé, his expression growing more serious but still laced with his signature irreverence. "Don't sweat it, Padmé. Everything's going to be fine. We've got this."

Palpatine, regaining his composure, studied Gojo closely, trying to read between the lines. The enigmatic sorcerer always seemed to know more than he let on, and Palpatine could sense the layers of complexity beneath Gojo's playful exterior. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and potentially the key to shifting the balance of power.

"Your Majesty," Palpatine continued, refocusing on Padmé with a slight bow, "I trust your judgment, and I will do everything in my power to support you and your people. Please, do not hesitate to call upon me should you need assistance."

Padmé inclined her head gracefully, keeping her true thoughts hidden. "Thank you, Senator. Your offer is most generous, and I will consider it. But for now, we must depart and put Gojo's plan into action."

Gojo gave Palpatine a casual wave as the group moved to board the Royal Starship. "See you around, Senator. Try not to lose too much sleep over us."

As the ramp closed behind them, Padmé and her entourage settled into the ship, ready to take the next steps in their journey. Gojo's laughter echoed briefly, lightening the mood despite the tension of their mission.

Palpatine stood on the platform, watching the Royal Starship lift off, his expression a mix of contemplation and subtle frustration. He knew he had to play his cards carefully with Gojo and Padmé. He turned back toward his ship, the wheels of his next plot already turning in his mind.

"Whatever your plan is, Gojo Satoru," Palpatine muttered under his breath, "I will be there, watching, waiting. And when the time comes, you will play your part in my grand design, whether you realize it or not."

The Senator's ship departed shortly after, leaving the platform empty save for the lingering sense of impending conflict and the silent promise of battles yet to come.

Meanwhile, aboard the Royal Naboo Starship, the group settled into their journey, each member contemplating the tasks ahead. The tension of their mission hung in the air, but Gojo, ever the source of irreverent confidence, took charge of the briefing. He stood at the center of the ship's main cabin, his usual smirk in place as he addressed the group.

"Alright, team," Gojo began, his voice carrying a mixture of seriousness and his trademark nonchalance. "Here's the deal: to reclaim Naboo, we've got to take care of the Trade Federation's ground forces. Your palace will be heavily guarded, Padmé, and you and the Jedi alone won't be enough to breach their defenses."

Padmé nodded thoughtfully, her eyes drifting to Jar Jar Binks, who stood nervously at the back of the group. She knew the Gungan army could provide the reinforcements they needed. "I need to speak with the Gungans," she said, her tone decisive. "Jar Jar, can you help me reach them? We need their support to bolster our forces."

Jar Jar, taken slightly aback but eager to be of assistance, nodded enthusiastically. "Mesa can do dat, Your Highness! Da Gungans, wesa strong! Wesa can fight with yousa!" He puffed up with a mix of pride and nervousness, the weight of his role clear but his heart in the right place.

Padmé offered him a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Jar Jar. Your help will be crucial in convincing them. We'll need all the strength we can muster."

As Jar Jar bobbed his head earnestly, Sabe, standing guard beside Padmé in her role as the Queen's decoy, turned to Gojo with a focused expression. "Gojo, what about the shrine? Sukuna's presence there is still a concern. Have you secured it?"

Gojo, ever the showman, pulled a stick seemingly out of thin air, twirling it casually. With a flick of his wrist, the stick glowed with a faint energy, transforming into a shimmering blade of cursed energy. "Cleave," he said simply, the word slicing through the air as the blade glowed fiercely. With a single swipe, the stick disintegrated into dust, leaving only a faint shimmer in its wake.

"Secured," Gojo said with a grin, dusting off his hands as if he'd just completed a minor chore. "Sukuna's shrine is no longer an issue. One less problem for us to deal with."

Sabe watched the demonstration with a mixture of awe and relief, while Padmé looked thoughtfully at Gojo. "You really do have a way of simplifying things," she remarked, half-impressed, half-amused.

Gojo shrugged, his grin widening. "Hey, I'm all about keeping things interesting. Now let's focus on what's ahead. We've got a planet to save, and the galaxy's watching."

Padmé turned her gaze forward, her resolve strengthening. "Then let's not keep them waiting. We'll rally the Gungans, strike at the heart of the Trade Federation's forces, and take back what's ours."

With their course set and their goals clear, the group prepared for the challenges that lay ahead. Gojo's confidence, Padmé's leadership, and the determination of their allies created a sense of hope that cut through the uncertainty.

As the group continued their discussions aboard the Royal Naboo Starship, Qui-Gon Jinn, ever perceptive and cautious, observed Gojo closely. He had seen Gojo's formidable powers in action before, including the terrifying manifestation of the Malevolent Shrine. The sheer scale and intensity of that technique had impressed and unnerved him. Knowing the risks associated with such overwhelming abilities, he felt compelled to ask.

"Gojo," Qui-Gon began, his tone measured but probing. "Malevolent Shrine… it's an incredible power, but it comes with risks, doesn't it? You can't just use it without consequence."

Gojo looked over at Qui-Gon, his confident demeanor shifting slightly to a more serious expression. He respected Qui-Gon's insight and honesty; the Jedi Master had a way of cutting to the heart of matters without the need for deception. "You're not wrong, Qui-Gon," Gojo admitted, nodding thoughtfully. "Malevolent Shrine is a Domain Expansion, one of the most powerful techniques in my arsenal. But yeah, it's got its risks."

Gojo leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as he explained further. "Malevolent Shrine doesn't just burn energy—it burns through a lot of my reserves. It's a powerful Domain Expansion, but it has its downsides. The technique itself causes a kind of 'burnout'—a term we use when the strain of maintaining such a high-energy domain starts to wear you down physically and mentally."

He paused, his gaze shifting as if recalling the intense exertion involved. "Now, I've already adapted to the burnout effect," he continued. "That means my body can handle the immense output and stress of the Domain without immediate breakdown. I've trained myself to withstand the strain, so I can deploy Malevolent Shrine a few times in succession without collapsing outright."

Gojo straightened, looking directly at Qui-Gon. "But here's the catch: I don't have Reverse Curse Technique. That's the real problem. Reverse Curse Technique is a specialized ability that lets a sorcerer heal themselves using their cursed energy. Without it, every time I use Malevolent Shrine, the damage and fatigue pile up. I can use it maybe three times before I'm at my limit."

Qui-Gon listened intently, his expression one of measured concern. "So, even though you've adapted to the strain, there's still a hard limit because you can't heal yourself from the accumulated damage."

Gojo nodded, appreciating Qui-Gon's understanding. " Adaptation helps me deal with the immediate effects of burnout, but it's not a cure-all. Each use eats away at my stamina and endurance. I could go for a fourth time, but that would mean using a binding vow—basically pushing my limits at the cost of something significant. It's not something I'd do unless we're truly out of options."

Padmé, Sabe, and the others exchanged concerned looks, now fully aware of the hidden costs of Gojo's powers. The idea that Gojo's seemingly unbeatable abilities had such serious drawbacks added a sobering reality to their mission.

Suzunami, listening intently, stepped forward with determination. "Sensei, can you teach me Domain Expansion?"

Gojo's eyes widened slightly, and he let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Suzunami, are you crazy?" he said, his tone half-joking but mostly serious. "Domain Expansion is no joke. It's not just about having enough cursed energy. It's about control, understanding, and being ready to deal with the consequences."

He turned to Suzunami, his expression serious. "A Domain Expansion puts an enormous strain on your body and mind. It's like running an engine at full throttle without stopping, over and over. Even if you think you can handle it, the risk of burnout is real. When a Domain fails or you push it too hard, your innate technique can shut down like an overheated engine. And you can't just jump-start it—there's a cooldown period, even if you have Reverse Curse Technique."

Gojo continued, his voice firm. "I've adapted to that effect, so I don't suffer immediate breakdowns. But I can't heal myself from the damage, so every use still chips away at my reserves. That's why I can only go three times, maybe four if I'm willing to gamble with a binding vow. For most sorcerers, even trying to expand a Domain without the right preparation could be lethal."

Suzunami listened, the weight of Gojo's words settling in. "I didn't realize it was that dangerous," he admitted, his enthusiasm tempered by the sobering explanation.

Gojo nodded, his expression softening. "I get it—you want to get stronger. But rushing into Domain Expansion without fully understanding the risks is a fast track to burning yourself out or worse. Focus on mastering your basics first, build your foundation. We'll get to Domain Expansion when you're ready, but it's not something to take lightly."

Suzunami nodded, determination still in his eyes but now tempered with caution. "I understand, Sensei. I'll keep training and be ready when the time comes."

Gojo patted Suzunami on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. "That's the spirit. Keep at it, and you'll get there when you're ready." Turning his attention to Qui-Gon, Gojo's expression shifted to a more critical one. "Now, onto my second problem, Qui-Gon."

Gojo's tone grew more pointed as he addressed the Jedi Master. "Your Ataru technique—your aggressive, acrobatic lightsaber form—is starting to get sloppy. I saw it when you were fighting that unknown warrior," he said, referring to Darth Maul, though he knew Qui-Gon didn't yet know Maul's identity. "You're getting predictable, and if you keep fighting like that, next time you face him, you're going to die."

Qui-Gon's face remained calm, though a flicker of contemplation crossed his features. He knew Gojo was direct, but the critique stung slightly, coming from someone who had witnessed his abilities up close. Gojo's words were not just casual observations—they were warnings, based on real danger.

Obi-Wan, who had been quietly listening, couldn't help but interject. His voice was firm, a hint of defensive pride in his tone. "My master is stronger than you think, Gojo. He's one of the best duelists in the Order. He's not someone to be underestimated."

Gojo glanced at Obi-Wan, his expression unchanging, but his tone remained steady and firm. "I'm not underestimating him, Obi-Wan. I'm pointing out what I saw. Strength alone isn't enough when your opponent is reading your moves before you make them. That warrior—you may not know who he is, but I can tell you he's dangerous, and he's already sizing you up for the next fight. Ataru's greatest strength is also its biggest weakness: it's flashy, it's aggressive, but it relies heavily on physical stamina and continuous motion. Slip up, slow down, or get predictable, and you're in trouble."

Qui-Gon nodded, taking Gojo's critique seriously. "I appreciate your honesty, Gojo. I'll take it under advisement. I'm aware that my form has its flaws, especially against opponents who can match or exceed my agility. I'll make the necessary adjustments."

Gojo's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained blunt. "Here's the cruel reality, Qui-Gon. You're getting older, and that's something none of us can escape. It's not just about refining your technique—there are physical limits that come with age. That's why your role will shift more towards Obi-Wan."

Turning his gaze to Obi-Wan, Gojo continued with a serious note. "Obi-Wan, under no circumstances should you let him duel alone if you can help it. Stick with him at all times. The two of you together are a stronger force than either of you alone. That's my suggestion—not as an order, but as a warning. There are some battles you shouldn't face alone, especially against opponents who are prepared to exploit every weakness."

Obi-Wan looked from Gojo to Qui-Gon, his determination solidifying. "I understand, Gojo. I won't leave his side. We'll face whatever comes together."

Qui-Gon gave a slight smile, appreciating the concern from both Gojo and his Padawan. "Thank you, Gojo. And Obi-Wan, I have every confidence in you. We'll adapt, and we'll face whatever challenges lie ahead, together."

Gojo nodded, his eyes briefly flicking between the Jedi Master and his apprentice. "Good. Just remember, staying together isn't just about watching each other's backs—it's about knowing when to lean on each other's strengths. This isn't just a fight for Naboo; it's a fight for each of your lives. Don't take it lightly."

With a renewed sense of resolve, the group continued their journey, each member carrying the weight of their respective roles and the understanding that unity and adaptability would be key to overcoming the battles that awaited them.

Gojo turned his attention to Yukinami, his expression shifting from critical to more thoughtful as he addressed his third concern. "Alright, onto my third problem," he began, fixing his gaze on Yukinami. "Yukinami, you've still got your Reverse Cursed Technique, right? But you still don't have your own Cursed Technique yet, do you?"

Yukinami nodded, looking a bit uneasy under Gojo's scrutiny. "Yes, Sensei. I can use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal myself and others, but I haven't developed my own Cursed Technique yet."

Gojo nodded, pleased with Yukinami's confirmation. "Alright, that's good," he said, his tone shifting to something more focused as he raised his hand and began to draw an ethereal symbol in the air. The glowing lines traced themselves into a complex pattern, shimmering faintly before drifting towards Yukinami. The symbol seemed to merge into her, leaving a soft glow that slowly faded.

"Now, Yukinami," Gojo continued, his voice firm but encouraging, "my Ten Shadows Technique will temporarily reside within your body. However, this isn't the same Ten Shadows I wield. Since the technique is now with you, I've lost access to it for the time being—including the abilities that come with it. That means I can't use my Dharma Wheel or the Round Deer until you're done with it."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. "Your version of Ten Shadows will be a bit different inside your body. When a Shikigami dies, it's gone for good—you won't have the ability to bring it back like I do. However, the power of any Shikigami that dies will transfer to the remaining ones, making them stronger. It's a double-edged sword. You'll have to be strategic; losing a Shikigami isn't just a setback, it's a permanent shift in your arsenal."

Gojo's eyes softened, though his words remained focused. "This isn't just about giving you more power; it's about helping you find your own path to your Cursed Technique. The Ten Shadows will respond to you, and through them, you might discover something unique about yourself—something that could lead to the development of your own technique."

Yukinami nodded, absorbing the responsibility and potential of this new power. "I understand, Sensei. I'll make sure to use this opportunity wisely."

Gojo smiled, a flicker of his usual confidence shining through. "Good. Remember, this is a chance for growth, but it comes with risks. Use the shadows wisely, explore their limits, and let them guide you to finding your own strength. This isn't just about matching what I can do; it's about discovering what you're capable of on your own terms."

The rest of the group watched with renewed respect for Gojo's willingness to share his power and guide his disciples in such a direct way. Each of them understood that this was more than just a transfer of abilities—it was a carefully crafted lesson in responsibility and self-discovery.

Gojo then turned his attention to Padmé. "Now, for Reika," he said, shifting gears with his usual decisive energy. "Padmé, do you have an empty room? I don't care about the size—I just need a space to work with."

Padmé raised an eyebrow, curious but trusting Gojo's unorthodox methods. "Yes, we do. There's a storage room at the back of the ship that should be empty. It's not large, but it should suffice for your needs."

Gojo nodded, satisfied. "Perfect. That'll do. I need it for a bit of specialized training. Reika, follow me. We're going to work on something that'll push your abilities to the next level."

Reika looked up, her eyes wide with anticipation and a bit of nervousness. "Of course, Sensei," she replied, quickly moving to follow Gojo as he made his way towards the back of the ship.

As Gojo and Reika made their way towards the back of the ship, Gojo glanced over his shoulder and noticed that Yukinami and Padmé were following closely behind. He smirked, his eyes twinkling with a playful challenge. "You two didn't want to miss out, huh? Can't stand the thought of someone getting ahead of you?"

Padmé and Yukinami exchanged glances, their expressions lighting up with a shared sense of determination and mischief. They giggled, but there was a boldness in their eyes that spoke volumes.

Padmé crossed her arms, her voice firm yet teasing. "Well, Gojo, I can't speak for Yukinami, but I'm not one to let an opportunity pass by. You're not the only one who's got plans to get stronger."

Yukinami nodded in agreement, her usual shyness replaced with a quiet resolve. "Exactly, Sensei. If Reika's pushing herself, then so are we. I'm not going to fall behind."

Gojo chuckled, impressed by their spirit. "Alright, alright, I see how it is. I guess I've got my hands full with all of you then. Just remember, this isn't a competition—it's about finding your own paths and growing at your own pace. But hey, if a little healthy rivalry helps you along, I'm all for it."

Reika, standing beside Gojo, smiled at her friends. "Let's all push each other. We're in this together, right?"

Padmé nodded, her eyes full of determination. "Absolutely. We're stronger when we challenge ourselves and support each other. Let's make sure we're all ready for whatever's ahead."

Gojo grinned, feeling the energy and camaraderie among them. "Good. Then let's get to work. I've got plenty to teach, and you've all got plenty to learn. But before we dive in, I need everyone's agreement to train with me. Both parties need to agree—no exceptions," he said with a playful glint in his eye, already preparing to activate his Non-Lethal Domain.

Padmé and Yukinami exchanged puzzled glances, still unsure of what Gojo was implying. "Agree to what, exactly?" Padmé asked, curiosity piqued.

Reika, having experienced the domain before, smirked knowingly. "What's the matter, afraid of a little training? Or maybe worried Sensei will make me his top student?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Not wanting to be left out or outdone, Padmé and Yukinami responded quickly, their voices overlapping. "I accept!"

Reika, smiling with confidence, nodded. "I accept!"

Gojo's grin widened at their enthusiastic responses. "Perfect," he said, and with a swift motion, he activated his Non-Lethal Domain. The ship's interior vanished around them, replaced by the expansive and vibrant cityscape of Tokyo, his domain unfolding like a living, breathing entity.

Reika glanced around with a nostalgic smile, already familiar with the environment. "Ah, the familiar sight. I missed this," she said, taking in the city's glow and the bustling phantom figures moving through the streets.

Padmé, taking a few steps forward, looked around in awe. "So, this is the strange world that the Jedi Masters spoke of," she murmured, her eyes wide with wonder. The city around her was unlike anything she had ever seen—both real and surreal at the same time, alive yet without any real danger.

Yukinami gazed at the Tokyo-like environment, her earlier nervousness replaced by a sense of excitement. "It's incredible, Sensei. A whole city to train in, where mistakes don't have consequences. It's like a dream."

Gojo nodded, pleased with their reactions. "That's right. This is my Non-Lethal Domain—a place where you can push yourselves to the limit without worrying about getting hurt. You're free to experiment, fail, and learn. It's all about growth here."

Padmé glanced at Gojo, a mix of admiration and curiosity in her eyes. "I've heard about this from the Jedi, but seeing it for myself… it's beyond anything I could have imagined."

Gojo chuckled, crossing his arms. "Well, get used to it. We've got a lot to cover, and this place is perfect for all the crazy ideas I've got in store for your training. Remember, this is about discovering what you're capable of and not just following my lead. So let's get started."

He turned to Reika, his expression shifting to one of focused determination. "Alright, Reika, let's start with you." With a swift motion, Gojo materialized a blue lightsaber in his hand, the blade humming to life as it extended. He handed it to Reika, who took it with a mix of awe and excitement.

Reika ignited the lightsaber, its blue blade glowing brightly in the Tokyo-like setting. She held it tentatively at first, feeling the weight and balance of the weapon in her hands. Gojo observed her with a critical eye, noting her initial hesitance but also her eagerness to learn.

"We're starting with the basics," Gojo instructed, his tone firm yet encouraging. "This isn't just about swinging a glowing stick around—it's about understanding the fundamentals. Control, precision, and discipline are key. So, let's go through the basic lightsaber forms, step by step."

He moved beside her, demonstrating the basic stances and swings of Shii-Cho, the first and simplest lightsaber form. Reika watched intently, mirroring his movements with growing confidence. Gojo guided her through each motion, correcting her posture and grip, ensuring she understood the importance of every detail.

To Padmé and Yukinami's surprise, Reika picked up the basics quickly. She moved with surprising fluidity, her initial hesitation fading as she adapted to the rhythm of the training. Gojo's instructions were clear and precise, and Reika responded with a natural agility and focus that impressed even him.

"Good," Gojo said, nodding approvingly as Reika completed a sequence with a precise overhead strike. "You're catching on fast. Keep your stance solid, and remember to control your breathing. It's not just about speed; it's about maintaining balance and staying centered."

Reika nodded, her face set with determination as she continued to practice the basic strikes and blocks. Her movements grew sharper and more confident with each repetition, her natural talent beginning to shine through.

Padmé watched with admiration, noting the ease with which Reika adapted to the training. "She's a quick learner," she remarked quietly to Yukinami, who nodded in agreement.

Gojo grinned, clearly pleased with Reika's progress. "That's the way, Reika. You've got a good sense for this. We'll keep building on these basics, and soon enough, you'll be able to handle more advanced forms."

Reika paused, panting slightly but smiling. "Thank you, Sensei. I'll keep working hard. This feels right."

Gojo nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I know you will. This is just the beginning, Reika. Keep pushing, and you'll go far."

Turning to Yukinami first, Gojo's expression became thoughtful yet challenging. "Alright, Yukinami, let's see what you can do with your Ten Shadows. Start by summoning whichever Shikigami you can manage right now, and try combining their abilities. They might be smaller or less powerful than mine, but that's where your creativity comes in."

Yukinami nodded, her face set with determination as she prepared to summon her Shikigami. Gojo's advice was always blunt but insightful, pushing her to explore her capabilities beyond the conventional. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing her energy as the ethereal forms of the Shikigami began to materialize around her. A pair of smaller, nimble creatures appeared first—Divine Dogs, snapping into existence with an eager energy, and Frogs, poised and ready. Though not as imposing as Gojo's Shikigami, they responded eagerly to Yukinami's control.

As she started experimenting with combinations, Gojo observed with keen interest. "Good start. But remember, Yukinami," he added with a slightly teasing yet serious tone, "don't even think about summoning Mahoraga. We don't need things going sideways in here, and trust me, Mahoraga will do just that. Focus on mastering the basics first."

Yukinami gave a quick nod, her eyes sparkling with determination as she guided her Shikigami through various maneuvers, creatively combining the speed and agility of the Divine Dogs with the supportive prowess of the Frogs. Though her Shikigami weren't as powerful as Gojo's, she could feel the synergy and potential building within her control.

Satisfied with Yukinami's progress, Gojo turned his attention to Padmé, his playful demeanor returning. "And Padmé, as for you…" he said, pausing dramatically before breaking into a grin. "You can be our mascot," he teased, watching her reaction with amusement.

Padmé raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she looked at Gojo, clearly unimpressed but taking it in stride. "A mascot, really?" she retorted, her voice dripping with mock indignation. "I think I'll be a bit more than that, thank you very much. Besides, I've got my own skills to contribute."

Gojo chuckled, enjoying her spirited response. "Alright, alright, I'm just messing with you. But seriously, Padmé, you've got leadership skills and strategic thinking that are crucial, especially in the kind of battles we're going to face. Don't underestimate your own role, even if it doesn't involve swinging a lightsaber or summoning shadow creatures."

Padmé smiled, appreciating Gojo's acknowledgment of her abilities beyond the battlefield. "Thanks, Gojo. I'll make sure to play my part, even if it's not as flashy."

Reika, still holding her lightsaber, glanced between Yukinami and Padmé, feeling the shared sense of camaraderie and purpose among them. "We're all in this together, right? Different skills, different roles, but the same goal."

Gojo nodded approvingly, his expression softening as he saw the bond forming between them. "Exactly. Each of you brings something unique to the table. Whether it's combat prowess, strategic planning, or summoning Shikigami, it all counts. Now, let's keep that momentum going and show the galaxy what we're made of."

With the basics laid out and Reika showing her potential, Gojo turned his attention back to her, his expression becoming more serious and focused. He extended his hand, and out of thin air, he summoned a Reishi Broadsword—a shimmering, ethereal blade glowing with intense blue energy. Reika's eyes widened in awe as she watched Gojo effortlessly materialize the weapon as if it were a mere extension of himself.

"Sensei," Reika commented, clearly impressed, "you can just draw your sword out of thin air? That's incredible."

Gojo smirked, pleased by her reaction. "Yeah, it's a neat trick. It's all about understanding your energy and letting it manifest. You'll get there someday, too. But for now, let's focus on what you can do with what you've got."

He handed the Reishi Broadsword to Reika, who accepted it with a mix of anticipation and determination. She ignited the blade, feeling its weight and energy pulse through her hands. Sensing her eagerness, Gojo decided it was time for her to learn through direct combat.

"Alright, Reika," Gojo said, positioning himself in a combat stance, his own blade still in hand. "We're going to step things up with a duel. I'll teach you some offensive forms—ones that are meant for real fights, not just practice. These are the forms you'd use to end a battle quickly and decisively."

Gojo started by demonstrating Form V, Djem So, the offensive form focused on strength and domination. He swung his blade with powerful, deliberate strikes, showing how each move was designed to overpower an opponent. His motions were aggressive yet controlled, turning defense into offense with seamless transitions.

"Djem So is all about imposing your will on the fight," Gojo explained as he moved. "It's perfect for turning the tide when you're on the defensive—countering and immediately striking back with overwhelming force."

He motioned for Reika to mirror him, and she began to replicate the strikes, her initial swings hesitant but growing more confident as she found the rhythm of the form. Gojo parried her attacks, offering corrections and advice with each clash of their blades.

"Good, but don't hold back," Gojo encouraged, pushing her to add more power to her strikes. "Every move should have intent. Make your opponent feel the force behind each swing."

Reika nodded, her eyes focused as she adjusted her grip and stance, channeling her energy into the blade. She swung with renewed vigor, her strikes becoming more assertive and precise.

Gojo then transitioned into Form VII, Juyo, the most aggressive and unpredictable form. His movements became wild and erratic, each strike a calculated yet chaotic attack that aimed to unnerve and outmaneuver his opponent. Reika struggled at first to keep up with the unpredictability of Juyo, but Gojo's guidance was unwavering.

"Juyo is about tapping into controlled aggression," Gojo explained, his blade flashing as he advanced on Reika. "It's risky because it requires you to put everything on the line, but if you can master it, it's deadly. It's not just about landing a hit; it's about destabilizing your opponent and leaving them no room to counter."

Reika tried to emulate the form, her strikes becoming faster and more erratic as she let go of her need for control and embraced the form's wild nature. Gojo matched her blow for blow, pushing her to find the balance between aggression and precision.

Reika marveled at how fluidly Gojo moved, his transitions seamless and his attacks relentless. "Sensei, your movements are so fluid, like you've mastered these forms for years. You're not even a Jedi, but you move like one."

Gojo grinned, parrying her strike with ease. "It's all about adaptability. Fluidity comes from understanding the flow of battle—reading your opponent and always staying one step ahead. The key is not just learning the moves, but knowing when and how to apply them. That's what makes a form truly lethal."

They continued to duel, with Gojo pushing Reika to explore the boundaries of each form. His strikes were relentless but measured, providing Reika the space to learn and adapt while still maintaining the intensity of a real combat scenario.

"Don't just attack—predict," Gojo instructed, deflecting one of Reika's strikes and immediately countering with a swift overhead slash. "Know where your opponent will be, not just where they are. Anticipate and adjust."

Reika took his advice to heart, her strikes becoming more calculated as she started to anticipate Gojo's movements. She adapted quickly, each adjustment making her a more formidable opponent.

After several exchanges, Gojo stepped back, lowering his blade. "You're getting there, Reika. Keep practicing, refine your control, and remember—every form has its purpose. Offensive forms are about decisiveness and finishing a fight on your terms."

Reika, panting but clearly proud of her progress, looked up at Gojo with eager eyes. "Thank you, Sensei. But… could you teach me more Force abilities? I want to learn as much as I can."

Gojo's usual confident demeanor wavered for a moment as he processed her request. Force abilities? Wait a second… do I even have Force capacity? he thought, his mind racing. Oh, shit. I've got like 100,000 midi-chlorians and the ability to manifest any Force technique, but I've never actually used them. Damn, I'm like some kind of overpowered otaku with a splash of chuunibyou.

He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Give me a moment, Reika," he said, trying to play it cool. "Let me… uh, manifest something from my imagination first. I haven't really tapped into that side yet, so this'll be new for both of us."

Reika laughed, clearly entertained by her usually unflappable Sensei grappling with something unfamiliar. Gojo, meanwhile, was deep in thought, wondering which ability to try first. Should I try Force Choke? Or maybe Force Lightning? Ugh, let's just wing it and see what happens.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Gojo aimed at a large boulder at the edge of the training area. He concentrated briefly, and suddenly, the boulder began to crack as if an invisible hand were squeezing it. The entire rock crumbled into dust within seconds. Gojo blinked in surprise. "Whoa! That was… Force Choke, right? That was ridiculously easy."

Reika's eyes widened in disbelief, half in awe and half in amusement. "Sensei, you just turned that rock into dust like it was nothing!"

Encouraged by the success, Gojo grinned mischievously. "Alright, let's try something with a little more spark." He raised his hand again, this time focusing on his fingertips. Sparks danced across them before erupting into bright blue lightning that arced through the air and struck another boulder, blasting it apart with a resounding crack.

Gojo let out a laugh, almost disbelieving his own abilities. "Force Lightning? Seriously, that was like flipping a switch! It's like I'm barely putting in any effort."

Reika burst into laughter, her sense of wonder mixed with sheer amusement. "Sensei, it's like you're not even from this galaxy! You're pulling off these Force moves that take years to master, and you're doing it like it's just another day!"

Gojo shrugged, clearly reveling in the absurdity of it all. "Guess I'm just built different. Alright, Reika, let's dive into the dark side of the Force."

Reika blinked, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Ehh? The dark side of the Force?" She couldn't help but laugh at the casual way Gojo brought it up, like he was suggesting they go for a walk in the park. The idea of exploring something as dangerous and forbidden as the dark side sounded completely normal coming from him.

Seeing her confusion, Gojo waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, it's not as dramatic as it sounds. The dark side of the Force is just one part of an old system of beliefs. People used to think of it as some ultimate evil, but honestly, it's like playing with outdated tech. It's powerful, sure, but it's a relic of the past—like using a rotary phone in a world of smartphones."

He paused, then pointed a thumb at himself. "Curse energy, now that's the real evolution of power. It's dynamic, adaptable, and doesn't come with all that baggage about good versus evil. It's just energy, pure and simple. And from what I've gathered, even the crazier entities around here agree with me. Abeloth, that crazy bitch, was all about it. And even the green relic, Yoda, couldn't deny its potential."

Reika absorbed his words, still caught between amusement and fascination. "So, you're saying the dark side is basically outdated?"

Gojo nodded, his grin widening. "yup . It's like Sith and Jedi have been arguing over which is better—VHS or Betamax—while the rest of us have moved on to streaming. The dark side has its uses, sure, but it's not the end-all-be-all. If anything, it's just another tool in the toolbox. What matters is how you use it."

He leaned in closer, his tone becoming more serious but still light-hearted. "You see, Reika, power isn't inherently good or bad. It's the user who defines it. That's what makes curse energy superior. It's not tied down by old rules or ancient dogma. You control it, not the other way around."

Reika nodded thoughtfully, her earlier confusion fading. "I get it, Sensei. So, if the dark side is just another tool, I guess there's no harm in understanding it, right?"

"That's right !" Gojo clapped his hands, pleased with her quick understanding. "Learning about these old powers isn't about falling into some moral trap—it's about knowing your options. We're not here to play by anyone's rules but our own

He paused, considering how best to explain the practical use of the dark side without delving into the toxic aspects that usually accompanied it. "Now, when it comes to using the dark side of the Force, I'm not going to teach you to tap into rage or hatred. That's not just bad for your health, it's also pretty damn foolish. Instead, here's a better approach: use your sense of superiority, like you're trolling your opponent. Imagine that they're beneath you—nothing but a minor obstacle. It's about confidence, not anger. That mindset will keep you sharp and in control, without all the nasty side effects."

Reika blinked, processing Gojo's unconventional advice. "So, you're saying… instead of channeling anger or fear, just treat the enemy like they're not even worth the effort?"

Gojo nodded, his grin widening at her realization. "YES ! It's a loophole—a healthier way to access that power without the emotional baggage. Think of it like playing a game where you're the final boss. You're not stressed or angry, you're just having fun and making sure they know they're outmatched."

Reika couldn't help but laugh, her admiration for Gojo's unique approach growing. "Did you just come up with this now, Sensei? You're always finding new ways to flip things on their head."

Gojo shrugged, his playful smirk still in place. "What can I say? I'm adaptable. Sometimes the best ideas come on the fly. Remember, the key is not to get bogged down by outdated rules or someone else's playbook. If you keep your mind open and your approach flexible, you'll always have the upper hand."

Reika nodded, her earlier doubts fading as she absorbed Gojo's unconventional wisdom. "Got it, Sensei. I'll keep that in mind. Use the tools, don't let them use me."

Gojo patted her on the shoulder, clearly satisfied with her response. "That's the spirit. Now let's get back to training Gojo said, giving Reika an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Now, let's get back to training and see how you can integrate all this into your style. But before we dive back into lightsaber forms, I want you to try something new. I want you to access the dark side power, but don't channel it into anger or aggression. Instead, just hold onto it, let it simmer under the surface. Think of your enemies as insignificant—like they're not even worth your time. If they manage to force you to get serious, then congratulate them on achieving something noteworthy."

Reika nodded, closing her eyes and focusing. She could feel the pull of the dark side, but instead of letting it consume her with negativity, she followed Gojo's advice. She held onto a sense of superiority, a calm detachment, imagining her opponents as beneath her notice. Slowly, she felt the energy start to coalesce around her—powerful yet controlled, without the usual chaotic undertones associated with the dark side.

She opened her eyes, a faint glow emanating from them as her connection to the dark side subtly altered her presence. It wasn't overt, but there was a noticeable shift in her aura—her movements seemed sharper, her stance more confident. She looked at Gojo, a newfound clarity in her expression. "It's… different. I feel stronger, but not overwhelmed. It's like I'm just waiting for them to give me a reason to care."

Gojo's eyes sparkled with approval. "Perfect. You're harnessing the power without letting it dictate your actions. That's exactly the kind of control I want you to have. And when you get it right, it's like you're on a completely different level from your opponents. It's not just about beating them—it's about making them realize they're outclassed."

Reika focused on the training area, and as Gojo suggested, she didn't channel the power into any particular action. Instead, she let it flow naturally, enhancing her senses and movements. As she began to move, the environment around her seemed to react; obstacles shifted subtly, as if her presence alone disrupted their stability. It was like watching someone manipulate the battlefield with sheer presence, her enemies' moves slowed as if struck by an unseen force.

Gojo watched with satisfaction, knowing she was tapping into a unique application of the dark side—one that combined arrogance with grace. "Keep going, Reika. Let that energy fuel your actions. Remember, you're in control here. The power is yours to command, not the other way around."

Reika continued her training, moving with enhanced speed and precision, her strikes landing harder and her awareness of the environment sharper than before. Her opponents seemed to hesitate, their attacks missing by fractions as if they were already off balance before they even began. Gojo's teachings had given her an edge that went beyond raw power—it was about dominance and the psychological impact of being so completely outmatched.

Gojo grinned, watching as Reika effortlessly disarmed a simulated opponent. "Congratulations, Reika. You've just found a new way to keep your enemies on their toes—and they don't even know why. With this, you've turned a relic into a weapon of your own making. That's what real mastery looks like."

Reika glanced at Gojo, her confidence soaring. "Thanks, Sensei. I'm starting to see it now. It's not just about strength—it's about making them question if they even belong on the same field as me."

Gojo nodded, his expression one of pride and satisfaction. "very good . Keep refining that, and you'll be untouchable. And remember, this is just the beginning.

Now, let's get serious."

With a swift motion, Gojo waved his hand, and parts of a lightsaber began to materialize, hovering in the air before Reika. Emitter shrouds, power cells, hilts, and more floated and clicked into place, forming a collection of incomplete sabers ready to be customized.

Gojo glanced at Reika with a challenging grin. "What kind of kyber crystal do you want? And how many blades are you thinking? It's all up to you now."

Reika, taken aback by the sheer number of options and the freedom to choose, pondered for a moment. Her eyes were drawn to a crystal pulsing with a vibrant shade of violet, radiating both strength and serenity—a perfect blend of intensity and calm that mirrored her approach to combat.

"I want this one," Reika said confidently, pointing to the violet crystal. "It feels… right. It's strong but not overwhelming—kind of like what we've been working on."

Gojo nodded approvingly. "Good choice. Violet's got a nice mix of power and control, like Mace Windu's blade. It reflects your journey—tapping into something powerful without losing yourself in it."

Reika thought for a moment before adding, "I want three blades—two of them violet and pink, and the last one… dark."

Gojo chuckled, his excitement evident. "I can give you two blades, but that dark one—you've got to earn it. A duel with me should do the trick. I've got the dark one since I looted the Lucky Despot," he laughed, "and it's an advanced model, way beyond what the Mandalorians have now. But let's assemble the other two using the Force. Since I hate using it, I'll rely on my Limitless technique, so it's your problem."

Reika couldn't help but think, Sensei being Sensei.

Gojo glanced at her, catching her expression. "Hey, I know what you're thinking. Besides, I—"

Reika interrupted with a grin, "You can manifest a blade out of thin air, Sensei."

Gojo laughed, nodding. "True, true. But this isn't just about what I can do—it's about what you can achieve. Let's get those sabers built."

Reika concentrated, letting her connection to the Force guide her as she assembled the sabers piece by piece. The components floated and rotated, fitting together as if guided by an invisible hand. Her focus was intense, every movement deliberate as she brought the weapons to life. The first saber ignited with a vibrant violet blade, humming with energy. The second, glowing with a soft pink hue, radiated warmth and resolve.

Gojo watched, impressed by her steady progress. "Nice work, Reika. You're getting the hang of this."

Reika nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Thanks, Sensei. I'll prove I'm worthy of the dark blade too."

Gojo's smile widened. "I'm looking forward to it However, a sudden realization struck him. He furrowed his brow, recalling the process she had just completed. "Wait a second, Reika… I didn't assemble mine using Limitless before, huh?"

Reika nodded, her smile growing mischievously wide. "Yup!"

Gojo burst into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. "Huh… the student trying to outlast the teacher. You've got guts, I'll give you that."

Reika's confidence only grew. She ignited her sabers, their violet and pink blades humming with energy, and stepped forward. "Sensei, let's duel. I want to see how my swordsmanship compares to yours."

Gojo's expression shifted to one of excitement, and with a flourish, he declared, "As usual, answer my call, Arm of Darkness!" The air around Gojo shimmered, and the formidable spectral form of Odin's sword from Final Fantasy XVI materialized. The massive, dark blade radiated a powerful aura, almost as if it were alive, pulsating with energy that bent the light around it and exuded an overwhelming presence.

Padmé and Yukinami, who had been watching closely, took a step back instinctively. Padmé's eyes widened in recognition, recalling the formidable sight from before. "That's… the Arm of Darkness," she murmured, her voice tinged with awe and a hint of fear. "I've seen it before, but it's just as terrifying every time. It fits him perfectly—powerful and overwhelming."

Yukinami nodded, her gaze fixed on the dark blade. "Sensei's power feels so… absolute when he wields that. It's like nothing can stand in his way."

Gojo caught their reactions and flashed a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, this is all under control. Just a friendly duel, right, Reika?"

Reika nodded, her grip on her sabers tightening. "Right, Sensei.

She launched into an aggressive offensive, blending the powerful strikes of Form V: Djem So with the unpredictable, chaotic movements of Form VII: Juyo. Her sabers cut through the air in swift, precise arcs of violet and pink light, aiming to overpower and break through Gojo's defenses. She attacked relentlessly, her every move calculated to push Gojo back and force him to react.

Gojo, however, parried her strikes effortlessly with the Arm of Darkness. His movements were smooth and relaxed, as if he were merely going through a well-rehearsed dance. Each of Reika's attacks met with the dark blade, and Gojo's expression remained calm, as though her assault was nothing more than a casual sparring match.

As Reika continued her offensive, Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement. He shifted his stance and, with a knowing grin, called out, "Dancing Steel!"

Reika's eyes widened in anticipation, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face, though deep down, she had expected nothing less from her unpredictable Sensei. Before her, Gojo manifested a second sword—a brilliant, ethereal blade that complemented the Arm of Darkness. He wielded both weapons with astonishing skill, transitioning effortlessly from defense to a relentless offense.

"Of course, Sensei can summon another blade," Reika muttered to herself, half in awe and half amused at how unsurprising yet impressive Gojo's ability was.

With Dancing Steel, Gojo's attacks became a relentless flurry. As long as his first strike hit, it set off a chain reaction of seamless, rapid strikes that kept Reika perpetually on the defensive. The twin blades moved in a blur, each strike flowing into the next with perfect precision.

Reika struggled to keep pace, her sabers clashing against Gojo's in a storm of sparks and energy. Every time she blocked or dodged, Gojo was already positioning for his next move, giving her no time to recover or counter. It was like facing a never-ending wave of attacks, each one faster and more precise than the last.

"Impressive, Sensei!" Reika called out, her voice strained but filled with determination. "I knew you could do it, but you're not giving me any room to breathe!"

Gojo laughed, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the duel. "That's Dancing Steel for you! It's all about keeping the pressure on. Once that first strike lands, the rest follow like a storm. You've got to find a way to disrupt it if you want to break through!"

Padmé and Yukinami watched, both captivated by the fluidity and speed of Gojo's movements. His dual blades moved in perfect synchrony, creating an unrelenting barrage that seemed impossible to penetrate.

Reika gritted her teeth, determined not to be overwhelmed. She adjusted her footwork, trying to anticipate Gojo's rhythm and looking for any opening to exploit. But Gojo's mastery of Dancing Steel left little room for error; every strike was perfectly timed to keep her off balance.

Even though she was pushed to her limits, Reika's resolve never wavered. She parried and dodged, each movement fueled by her desire to learn and grow. Gojo's praise and challenges only pushed her harder, driving her to adapt and improve even in the heat of battle.

"Good effort, Reika," Gojo said, his tone encouraging even as he continued his relentless assault. "Remember, it's not just about how hard you hit. It's about disrupting your opponent's flow. That's where you'll find your chance."

As Gojo's words hung in the air, Reika decided to push beyond her current limits. She closed her eyes for a brief second, reaching deep within herself to access the dark side energy she had been cultivating under Gojo's unconventional guidance. Her aura shifted, growing darker and more intense, as she activated an ability akin to Cal Kestis's "Dark Side Empowerment." The area around her began to distort slightly, creating a zone where time seemed to slow for her enemies and speed up for her.

Reika's movements became sharper and faster, her senses heightened as if the world around her were moving in slow motion. This power granted her an incredible burst of speed and precision, allowing her to keep up with Gojo's relentless strikes more effectively. At the same time, it sapped the energy and speed of those within its radius, creating a debilitating effect on opponents.

However, Gojo was no ordinary opponent. With his limitless cursed energy, soul king abilities, and mastery over a vast range of techniques, he stood unaffected by Reika's dark side ability. The aura that would normally slow others down was merely an amusing trick to him. He continued his onslaught with the same fluidity and speed, his laughter echoing through the space.

"Nice try, Reika!" Gojo chuckled, unfazed by the effect meant to slow him. "But you'll need more than that to catch me off guard. Infinite cursed energy and all, you know?"

Reika pouted, feeling the sting of her efforts being shrugged off so easily. "Sensei, you're impossible," she muttered, though her eyes still burned with determination.

Gojo grinned, sensing her frustration. Deciding it was time to up the challenge, he gestured with his free hand, and a multitude of small, non-lethal Heilig Pfeil—ethereal, glowing holy arrows—appeared, hovering in the air around them. Each arrow gleamed with a bright, pure energy, poised to strike at any moment.

"Alright, Reika," Gojo said, his tone both encouraging and challenging. "Dodge or block these. Let's see how you handle ranged attacks."

Reika's eyes narrowed, a determined smile spreading across her face. She ignited her sabers once more, recalling her training with lightsaber forms. She instinctively shifted into Form III: Soresu, a defensive style renowned for its ability to deflect blaster bolts and projectiles. Her movements became focused and precise, her sabers spinning in rapid, tight arcs as she deflected the incoming arrows one by one.

The Heilig Pfeil shot towards her in rapid succession, but Reika stood her ground, her blades moving in perfect synchronization to repel the onslaught. Sparks flew as her sabers met each arrow, her form and technique evolving with each successful deflection.

Gojo watched with pride as Reika adapted quickly, her confidence growing with every successful parry. "Well done, Reika! You're a natural with Soresu. he praised, noting her adept handling of the incoming attacks. However, a realization struck him, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wait a minute—I haven't even taught you Soresu yet! It looks like the Force itself is guiding you."

Reika paused briefly, surprised at her own instinctive use of the defensive form. She looked at Gojo with wide eyes, then glanced at her sabers, feeling the connection to the Force resonating more strongly than ever. "I just… felt it. Like the moves were already there, waiting for me to find them," she admitted, still catching her breath.

Gojo's laughter echoed through the training space, filled with genuine amusement and pride. "That's the Force for you! It's got a way of filling in the gaps when you need it most. You're tapping into something special, Reika—something beyond just training and technique. You're letting the Force guide your instincts."

Reika nodded, her earlier frustration melting away as she embraced the flow of her newfound abilities. She resumed her stance, her sabers glowing brightly as she continued to deflect the barrage of Heilig Pfeil with renewed confidence and fluidity. Each movement was more assured, each deflection more precise, as if she had been practicing Soresu for years.

"Keep going!" Gojo encouraged, summoning more Heilig Pfeil to challenge her further. "Let the Force guide your hand. It's not just about learning the forms—it's about trusting yourself and the connection you've built."

Reika continued to move with grace and precision, her sabers dancing through the air as she intercepted the arrows. The determination in her eyes was now matched by a calm assurance, her trust in the Force allowing her to react without hesitation. It was as if she had unlocked a deeper layer of her potential, one that went beyond the physical and tapped into the very essence of what it meant to be a Force user.

Gojo watched with a satisfied nod, knowing that Reika was well on her way to mastering not just the lightsaber forms, but the deeper connection that set true warriors apart. "You're doing great, Reika. Remember, the Force isn't just a tool—it's a partner. Trust it, and it'll take you further than you ever imagined."

But then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Gojo added, "However, if the Force ever tells you to do something stupid, you better make it fuck off." He laughed heartily, clearly amused by his own disregard for conventional wisdom. "Take it from me—sometimes, I don't give a shit about what the Force wants."

Reika couldn't help but chuckle at Gojo's irreverence. It was so typical of her Sensei to turn everything on its head, even the revered guidance of the Force itself. His approach was as unconventional as ever—unbound by rules or traditions, and always forging his own path.

"Got it, Sensei," Reika said, grinning as she continued to deflect the Heilig Pfeil with renewed vigor. "If the Force starts acting up, I'll make sure to set it straight."

Gojo grinned widely, pleased with her response. "Exactly! Remember, you're the one in control. The Force is just one of many tools at your disposal. Don't let it dictate who you are or what you do. Be yourself, and let your instincts lead the way."

With Gojo's unconventional wisdom echoing in her ears, Reika pushed herself further, blending the fluidity of Soresu with her own unique flair. The training continued, each exchange filled with the vibrant energy of discovery and the thrill of surpassing one's limits.

Padmé and Yukinami exchanged glances, both amused and inspired by Gojo's distinct approach to teaching.

Gojo then stepped back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, Reika, it's time we end this duel. Prepare yourself!" He grinned, readying his stance for a final, decisive move.

Reika, observing her Sensei's previous use of Force Lightning, felt a spark of inspiration. She gripped her lightsaber tightly, its hilt hot in her hands. Concentrating, she channeled her energy into the blade, imbuing it with lightning that crackled and surged along its length. The weapon now glowed with a fierce intensity, the energy sharpening it into a blade of pure, volatile power.

Gojo's eyes widened slightly in surprise before breaking into a delighted laugh. "What the hell? Did you just create your own Force technique on the spot? I love it! Well, looks like I have to face it head-on!"

He raised his Arm of Darkness, his gaze sharpening as he summoned one of his most formidable techniques. "Zantetsuken Level 1!" he declared, the dark sword shimmering with a deadly aura, ready to slice through anything in its path with a single, unstoppable strike.

The air around them crackled with tension as Gojo and Reika charged at each other, their blades meeting in a spectacular clash of power and technique. Lightning sparked off Reika's saber, dancing wildly in all directions, while Gojo's Zantetsuken radiated an eerie, dark energy. Their movements were a blur of speed and precision, each strike meeting with a thunderous impact that resonated through the training area.

Reika pushed forward with everything she had, her saber clashing against Gojo's blade in a fierce struggle. The energy from her lightning-infused saber lit up the space around them, her attacks gaining momentum with every swing. Gojo matched her blow for blow, his Zantetsuken slicing through the air with terrifying speed.

Just as Reika felt she was pushing Gojo back, the fight took an unexpected turn. Gojo's Zantetsuken, moving in a perfect arc, came within a hair's breadth of Reika's neck, stopping just short of landing a critical blow. For a moment, it seemed as if the duel would end in a clean and dramatic finish.

But then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Gojo swung the flat of his blade, smacking Reika lightly on the side of her head. The impact was gentle yet surprising, catching her completely off guard and making her stagger slightly. Reika's fierce concentration broke, replaced by a burst of laughter as she realized what Gojo had done.

Gojo laughed along with her, lowering his blade. "Gotcha! You did great, Reika. But never forget—sometimes, the simplest move is all you need."

Reika, still laughing, nodded in agreement. "I can't believe you did that! I was ready for anything… except that."

Gojo shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, it's all part of the lesson. Keep your opponents guessing, and never be afraid to break the script. You've got the skills, now just keep adding your own touch to it."

Padmé clutched her sides, tears of laughter streaming down her face. "I can't believe it! After all that intensity, you just… smacked her on the head! Gojo, you never cease to surprise."

Yukinami giggled, leaning against the wall for support. "I thought you were going for a dramatic finish, Sensei, but instead… whack! Reika, you looked so serious, and then—"

Reika rubbed her head, still chuckling. "Honestly, I was so caught up in the moment. But, Sensei, you always find a way to keep things light—even in a duel."

Gojo shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Hey, it's important to remember that not every battle needs to end with a grand, flashy move. Sometimes, a simple tap is all it takes to bring things back to perspective."

As the laughter subsided, Gojo turned serious for a moment, addressing his unconventional stance on the dark side of the Force. "You know, everyone keeps going on about how the dark side is this dangerous, evil thing that's out to corrupt you. But from what I've seen, it's just another tool—one that's stuck in an outdated mindset. Why get angry to use the dark side? Why let it control you? That's all relic nonsense."

He glanced at Reika and then at the others. "You don't have to channel rage or hatred to tap into that power. Just approach it like any other ability—with confidence, control, and maybe a bit of playful superiority. Treat it like it's beneath you. Because honestly, most of what people fear about the dark side is just a lack of understanding and a whole lot of drama."

Reika nodded, absorbing his words. "So, it's about rewriting the rules, not letting old beliefs dictate how we use our powers."

Gojo grinned. "Exactly. We're not here to play by anyone's outdated playbook. The Force, the dark side, cursed energy—it's all just potential waiting to be shaped by your will. Make it your own, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Padmé, still wiping away the last of her laughter, looked at Gojo thoughtfully. "You really have a way of flipping things on their head, Gojo. I've heard so many Jedi and others talk about the dark side as this ultimate evil, but you make it sound like… just another tool in the arsenal. It's refreshing, honestly. It's like you see the world without the constraints that everyone else seems to be bound by."

Yukinami nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with curiosity and newfound understanding. "It's like you're saying the power itself isn't inherently bad; it's the intent behind it that matters. I've always thought the dark side sounded terrifying because of the emotions tied to it—anger, fear, hatred. But if it's just energy, then why not use it our own way? Without all that negativity attached."

Gojo nodded, clearly pleased that they were catching on to his perspective. "Exactly, Yukinami. And Padmé, you hit the nail on the head. The problem is that everyone's too caught up in tradition and the fear of what they don't fully understand. The Force doesn't care if you're angry or calm—it just is. It's up to us to decide how we use it."

Padmé smiled, her expression thoughtful. "That's something I can get behind. So much of what I've seen in politics, in the galaxy, is people clinging to old ideas just because it's how things have always been done. But you… you're not afraid to question everything, to break the mold."

Yukinami added, her voice filled with newfound confidence, "I guess it's like what you always say, Sensei. Don't let anything—or anyone—define your limits. Not even the Force. It's freeing, really."

Gojo gave a satisfied nod, his smile widening. "That's the spirit! We're all writing our own stories here, not living by someone else's script. The Force, the dark side, cursed energy—it's all just raw potential. And the way we shape it? That's what really matters."

Reika, Padmé, and Yukinami exchanged looks, a shared sense of understanding and camaraderie settling between them

Gojo then turned his attention to Padmé, his expression softening slightly as he reached into his robe and produced a small, sharp object. Without hesitation, he made a quick cut on his palm, allowing his blood to flow into a conjured cup. He looked at Padmé with a serious expression, holding the cup between them.

"Padmé," he began, his voice gentle but firm, "to be truthful, you don't have any inherent power inside your body. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. The good news is, you're already connected to something much greater—through my three-pupil eye, which is linked to the parts of the Soul King. This eye connects directly to those parts, and it's given you a piece of my soul. It's there, waiting. But even I don't know when it will fully awaken—maybe today, maybe tomorrow, or maybe…" He trailed off, uncertainty creeping into his usually confident tone.

Before Gojo could finish, Padmé stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Her touch was gentle, yet there was a strong, comforting presence in her hold. "You've already given me more than enough, Gojo," she whispered softly against his shoulder. "You've shown me a world beyond my own, opened my eyes to new possibilities, and shared a part of yourself that you didn't have to. Power or no power, I'm grateful just to be by your side. And whether it awakens or not, it doesn't change what you've done for me—or how much you mean to me."

Gojo, caught off guard by her words, felt a rare moment of vulnerability. He gently returned the embrace, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Padmé, you always know what to say," he murmured, his voice softened by her sincerity. "I guess that's why you're the queen, huh? Thank you… for reminding me that sometimes, just being there is enough."

Padmé pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with a warm, unwavering resolve. "Always, Gojo. You've taught me that it's not about the powers we have, but how we use what we're given. And with you, I've found strength I never knew I had."

Gojo chuckled, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "You're full of surprises, Padmé. Just remember, you've got a piece of me now—so if you start pulling off any crazy moves, I'll know where you got it from."

Padmé laughed softly, the bond between them feeling stronger than ever. "I'll make sure to give you credit when I do."

Yukinami and Reika watched the exchange, smiles on their faces as they witnessed the genuine connection and warmth shared between Gojo and Padmé.

Yukinami and Reika watched the exchange, smiles on their faces as they witnessed the genuine connection and warmth shared between Gojo and Padmé. However, curiosity sparked in Padmé's eyes, and she tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"But Gojo," Padmé asked softly, "what kind of power will I awaken?"

Gojo considered her question, his gaze turning thoughtful. "The power you'll awaken will be tied directly to the soul—that's for sure. It'll be something unique, something that reflects your essence. But the specifics? Even I can't say for certain. The Soul King's power is vast and unpredictable. It's like nothing this galaxy has seen."

A spark of determination lit up in Padmé's eyes as she nodded, absorbing his words. "Then I'll be ready for whatever it is. I trust you."

Gojo's grin widened, the playful glint returning to his gaze. He straightened, his presence growing more intense as he took a deep breath. "Speaking of soul power… I think it's time I show you something else. Quincy Vollständig!"

As Gojo spoke the command, the atmosphere around them shifted dramatically. A brilliant light erupted from his form, enveloping him in a radiant glow that grew brighter and more intense by the second. The light pulsed and expanded, shooting upward in a colossal pillar that pierced the sky like a beam of pure energy. It was as if the heavens themselves had opened up to channel Gojo's power.

Around him, the air crackled with electricity, and his three-pupil eye gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance, connecting directly to the vast, incomprehensible power of the Soul King. Ethereal wings of pure light unfurled from his back, each feather shimmering like a crystal, reflecting the immense power coursing through him. His silhouette stood at the center of this divine radiance, his form simultaneously tangible and transcendent.

The sheer magnitude of his Vollständig was overwhelming, casting a halo of light that bathed the entire area in an otherworldly glow. His presence was so powerful that it seemed to warp reality around him, bending light and space as if the very fabric of existence was responding to his will.

Padmé, Yukinami, and Reika could only watch in awe, their eyes wide as they took in the breathtaking sight. It was a display of power that was both beautiful and terrifying—a reminder of just how far beyond the ordinary Gojo truly was.

Padmé, despite having seen Gojo's power on multiple occasions, felt a renewed sense of wonder. "It's… it's incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the energy surrounding them. "This is… beyond anything I could have imagined."

Gojo, now fully transformed, glanced down at Padmé, his expression calm yet filled with a quiet confidence. "This is the power of the soul in its purest form—limitless, adaptable, and utterly free from the chains of the past. This is what it means to truly harness the essence of power without boundaries."

As the light began to fade, Gojo allowed his Vollständig to dissipate, the pillar of light slowly retracting into his form until it vanished completely. He landed softly, his eyes still glowing with residual energy, but his demeanor relaxed once more.

Padmé stepped forward, still processing the overwhelming display. "If that's even a fraction of what lies within the soul… then I know whatever awakens in me will be extraordinary. And I'll face it with the strength you've shown me."

Gojo nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That's the spirit. Just remember, no matter what power you awaken, it's yours to control and define. And if it ever feels like too much… you've got me. We're in this together."

Padmé smiled, the bond between them solidified even further by the display. "Thank you, Gojo. For everything."

Yukinami and Reika, still processing Gojo's explanation, exchanged glances that held both curiosity and a hint of lingering apprehension.

"Sensei," Yukinami began cautiously, her voice tinged with concern, "if this is the power of the Soul King… why do the parts connected to you, especially the right hand, feel so dark and unsettling? It's like there's a heaviness that doesn't match the light you just showed us."

Reika nodded, echoing Yukinami's sentiment. "Yeah, it felt… off. Almost like there's something hidden beneath the surface."

Gojo listened, nodding thoughtfully as he took in their observations. "You've both got sharp instincts," he said, his tone shifting to a more reflective and informative one. "The Soul King's power is complex. It's not just about light or darkness; it's about balance and maintaining the structure of entire realms. The pieces of the Soul King—like the right hand—each hold different, sometimes conflicting, aspects of existence, including the more chaotic and destructive forces."

He paused, drawing on his knowledge from the Bleach universe, and continued with a measured tone. "The Soul King was dismembered to keep the worlds in balance, and each part was given a role. The right hand, for example, embodies stillness that are necessary but not always pleasant. It's not about being evil; it's about having the strength to deal with the harsh realities that most would shy away from."

Meeting their eyes, Gojo offered a reassuring smile. "It's like wielding fire—you can use it to create warmth and light, or you can use it to burn. The darkness you sensed is just a tool, and it's up to us how we use it. Just as we've been redefining the dark side of the Force, the Soul King's power isn't about succumbing to its darker aspects; it's about understanding and mastering them without letting them dictate who we are."

Yukinami and Reika nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling in as they grasped the depth of what he was saying.

"So, it's not about avoiding the darkness," Reika said, her voice filled with a newfound understanding. "It's about facing it and using it as part of a bigger picture."

"Right," Gojo agreed, a proud look in his eyes. "Every aspect of power, no matter how daunting, has its place. The real strength lies in our ability to wield it with intent and purpose, without losing ourselves to it."

Reika and Yukinami exchanged a look of determination, clearly absorbing Gojo's unique perspective on power.

Padmé stepped forward, nodding in agreement. "You've shown us that it's not about fitting into a mold or following old paths. It's about forging our own way, no matter what power we hold."

Gojo smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and resolve. "Exactly. Whatever power you awaken, it's yours to define. Just keep your mind sharp, your will strong, and don't be afraid to make it your own."

He then turned to Padmé, his expression shifting to a more serious tone. "So, Padmé, have you made your decision yet?"

Padmé hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. Gojo extended a cup filled with his own blood. The liquid glowed faintly, a symbol of the bond they were about to form. Padmé's gaze softened, her lips curling into a small smile as she leaned in, gently kissing Gojo on the cheek.

"I accept this gift," she said, her voice soft but determined. "And I hope I can be a worthy woman beside you."

With that, she took the cup and drank from it. The liquid felt warm, almost sweet, as it flowed down her throat. After a brief pause, Padmé blinked and glanced at Gojo with a curious expression.

"Why does your blood taste like a sweet beverage?" she asked, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

Gojo burst out laughing, his hand moving to his forehead as he wiped away an imaginary tear. "I don't know, maybe I suffer from sugar blood poisoning! I do eat a lot of popsicles, after all!"

Padmé's expression softened further, and soon she began laughing, a musical sound that echoed around them. Reika and Yukinami, having been silent up until this moment, couldn't help but join in, their laughter mixing with Padmé's as the moment became one of warmth and humor