Balancing Act (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

🪐Chapter Two🪐

"Here's to the nights we'll never remember with the friends we'll never forget"

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Chapter Two

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There was a grain of rice somewhere in the room. You had to find it to become a Jedi Knight. Becoming a Jedi Knight was the next step in understanding your purpose. This was incredibly important and required focus-

Something didn't feel right about Obi-Wan's mission.

First it was his bad feeling, then it was not answering his comm. It had been two days, he should have answered. But there was complete radio silence on his end and it was worrying.

Force, your family was right. You were totally gone on Obi-Wan. You were in love with him, you had been ever since Satine threatened your place during your joint mission to Mandalore. The two of you just... fit. Jedi were forbidden attachments, of course, and that caused quite a few problems when it came to your feelings. But those could be pondered later, because you were in the middle of the most important test of your life.

"Focus, (Y/n)," you shook your head, looking around the room hopelessly. You needed to focus, to ground yourself.

Without hesitation, you sat down in a meditation position on the floor. The rocks were uncomfortable but they were also grounding. They kept you in the High Council chambers, instead of stuck in your own mind.

Reaching out to the Force, you sought out its guidance. You could have spent minutes or hours meditating, falling into a trance so deep that you'd be able to find a grain of rice.

Finally- finally the Force gave you a little nudge. You stood, keeping your eyes closed to maximize your concentration. Trusting the Force, you went where it told you, lowering your hand when it felt right. Instead of feeling a rock, you felt the plush fabric of one of the councilors' chairs. Running your hand over the fabric, you reached into the crevice between the seat and the arm, and you felt it. Pinching it tightly, you pulled out your grain of rice and opened your eyes.

"Master Yoda you green troll," you mumbled when you saw whose chair was hiding the grain of rice.

The door to the Council chamber slid open. Smiling, you stood up and turned around to greet who was waiting for you- only to have to duck under a lightsaber swipe immediately after.

Pulling your own lightsaber from your belt, you activated it and held it up to block another strike. Purple met purple. This close to Master Windu's lightsaber, you could see that his was pinker than yours. Probably because his was a Hurrikaine crystal, and your was a mid-point between Light and Dark. A concept you could ponder more later when you weren't in danger.

Pushing back, you had to contort your body to avoid running into Master Yoda's chair. Master Windu took advantage of your momentary distraction and struck again.

The battle was brutal. Your combat styles clashed strongly, making for a difficult fight for both of you. Master Windu was a master of Form VII - Juyo. He was the only Jedi who had never Fallen using it. It was aggressive, vicious, and unpredictable. You had become a master at Form VI, Niman when you were twenty. Niman was the jack-of-all-trades style. People called it the diplomat's style because they assumed it didn't require much finesse. But you poured your heart into your training- learning every style individually before combining them.

Dodging, slicing, parrying. The fight took both of you around the outside of the conference room twice, and directly across the room several other times. There were several burns on both of your bodies from near misses- more on you than him. The Force was screaming at you so loudly that you knew you were in true danger. Master Windu would have taken limbs if you'd given him the chance.