bookbashuk Chapter 2 Talent - Force Amplification, Third Form Soresu, Master Jocasta Nu
Chapter 2 Talent - Force Amplification, Third Form Soresu, Master Jocasta Nu
Lance descended from the elevator and walked down the long, ornate corridor.
He would nod from time to time, greet familiar Jedi and apprentices, or stop to chat for a few words.
A dozen minutes later, he finally arrived at the training room.
The brutal reality of war shattered the pride in his heart.
The Jedi Order's apprenticeship assessment was far too simple, even somewhat perfunctory.
In peacetime, it is indeed sufficient.
However, in the event of war, conventional training proves inadequate in dealing with volatile situations.
Faced with a constant stream of enemies, the samurai suffered extremely heavy losses.
The entire Jedi Order has only a little over 10,000 Jedi, including apprentices and young apprentices.
Due to a lack of practice and a complete lack of preparation for the war, most of the Jedi and apprentices perished one after another.
They are the backbone of the samurai order, and losing even one of them would be a tremendous loss.
His past achievements were nothing but self-deception.
Looking back now, it seems so ridiculous.
This level of strength is far from enough to survive on a battlefield fraught with danger.
Lance was acutely aware of his weaknesses.
Of all the lightsaber techniques, he was most familiar with the first one—the H-Joe.
After countless generations of Jedi exploration and refinement, there are currently seven lightsaber styles, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.
The Shi-Jo is a sword style that all apprentices must learn, and it is also the foundation for the six subsequent sword styles.
It has the advantages of being easy to learn, versatile, and good at handling one-to-many situations.
However, its shortcomings are also very obvious: it cannot carry out precise offense and defense.
Therefore, even during his recovery period, Lance still insisted on meditating and honing his lightsaber skills every day.
To his surprise and delight, his strength improved noticeably in just a few days.
"It was probably that life-or-death crisis that brought out my potential."
In Chinese terms, between life and death lies both great terror and great opportunity.
Lance has 16,385 fibrillocytes per cell, which is considered genius even in the entire samurai order.
Unfortunately, his talent was just ordinary Force amplification.
The only way to improve physical fitness is through the Force, including strength, speed, endurance, defense, agility, perception, flexibility, and coordination.
It is far inferior to Master Quinlan Worth's Force Echo, which allows one to read the memories, emotions, experiences, and residual Force traces of an object by touching it.
Master Opper Ranzihis's Battle Meditation, Master Shakti's Force Healing.
His unremarkable Force talent made him more like a warrior than a wise and exceptional Jedi.
Now that he has fully recovered, he has decided to increase the intensity of his training once again.
Lance stood in front of the control panel and increased the number of training remote-controlled balls from twenty to thirty.
Set both firing rate and practice mode to the highest level.
Setup complete.
He took off his Jedi robe, walked to the center of the training room, and held his breath.
The lights in the training room gradually dimmed, until only a beam of light remained overhead.
A white remote-controlled ball rolled out of the pipe and hovered in mid-air.
These spherical shells are covered with coin-sized "eyes" that can shoot out burst energy beams.
While not fatal, it is powerful enough to cause pain.
Lance raised his right hand and made a grasping motion. The lightsaber at his waist swayed slightly before flying out and landing steadily in his hand.
The Force flowed from his palm into the hilt of the sword.
Click—Buzz.
A blue blade flashed, and a sharp plasma beam sliced through the air.
Lance gripped his sword in his right hand, raising it to head height with the blade pointing forward.
Extend your other hand forward, with your index and middle fingers together.
Slightly turn your body to the side and separate your legs.
The classic third move, the Solesu opening stance.
It is a defensive sword style that uses stillness to control movement and strikes after the opponent has moved.
It has a tight defense and, like C. Joe, can take on multiple opponents, but it is better suited to dealing with enemies using blasters.
Solesu's weakness is that he is too conservative and not decisive enough.
But in Lance's view, the main opponents are robots, and Solesu is very well suited to the current combat mode.
Thirty remote-controlled balls spun around him incessantly, their movements completely erratic.
They launch explosive beams from all sorts of tricky angles, and their speed gradually increases.
Dense bursts of energy, like a red rainstorm, poured down on him.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
Lance brandished his lightsaber, struggling to parry and deflect most of the explosive energy beams.
However, occasional lapses in his defenses allowed these attacks to find an opening and relentlessly strike him.
A series of sharp pains struck him, and his body paused for a moment.
Lance gritted his teeth and tried to raise his sword to block.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The burst of energy beams instantly engulfed him completely.
Training will pause automatically.
boom.
Lance lay on the ground, panting heavily, his face contorted in pain, his muscles trembling instinctively.
He gripped the sword hilt tightly in his hand, the blue plasma blade already retracted.
The cold metal floor pressed against my back, instantly leaving sweat marks beneath me.
After resting for a while, he regained some strength.
Lance sat cross-legged, his back straight as a pine tree, his eyes lowered, and his palms cupped around his lower abdomen.
As the surrounding primal force was drawn into the body, a cool sensation immediately flowed through the limbs and bones, nourishing the muscles and bones.
A dozen minutes later, he opened his eyes again, a glint of light flashing in them.
Fatigue and pain dissipate, and energy is fully restored.
Even without using Force amplification, he felt that his body had become slightly more resilient.
Lance sprang up from the ground and activated his lightsaber.
Training continues.
The remote-controlled ball rotates slowly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
If you stare at them too intently, you're more likely to be disturbed and feel dizzy.
Lance simply closed his eyes, and through the Force, he could carefully sense their movements.
call out.
A burst of energy suddenly flew toward the back of his head, and before it even got close, the lightsaber was already in place.
The energy beams were easily deflected, but more energy beams appeared simultaneously.
With the amplification of his innate Force, his senses became even more acute.
Accurately predict the attacks of these remote-controlled balls and respond quickly.
Gradually, the light blades merged into one, forming an impenetrable barrier, deflecting all the rapidly approaching bursts of energy.
Lance had already gotten used to thirty remote-controlled balls, so he increased the difficulty to forty.
Several hours later, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
The muscles beneath his clothes twitched occasionally, an instinctive reaction to being hit by the energy beam.
"No matter how strong Soresu is, the defensive capabilities of a lightsaber are ultimately limited."
Lance thought of his friend Ahsoka, who used to wield a lightsaber just like him.
But now it has been replaced by two one-handed lightsabers, one long and one short.
"Perhaps... she was already aware of this problem."
Lance recovered and dragged his tired body back to his dormitory.
......
Jedi Temple Archives.
At this moment, Lance had changed into a clean set of clothes and slowly stepped into the hall.
The vast archive is extremely long and has a symmetrical arcade structure.
The dome soars high, and the setting sun casts its last rays through the circular light-transmitting openings.
Tall brackets stood on both sides of the hall, and rows of holographic recorders emitted a soft blue-white light, filling the air with tranquility and solemnity.
Lance would set aside time each day to come here to research information, trying to find the planet in his dream.
He walked to a row of racks and pulled out a holographic recorder.
The moment it opens, a star map of the Milky Way pops up.
He searched carefully, but still found nothing.
Lance shook his head and put it back in its place in disappointment.
Are you still searching for that planet called "Earth"?
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in his ear.
Turning around, I saw an elderly human woman standing beside me.
Master Jocasta Nu, the archives keeper of the Jedi Temple, is also a Jedi Master.
She wore a brown, vintage-patterned Jedi robe, her figure slender and upright, her face serious.
Her long, gray hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, giving her a neat and meticulous appearance.
He has a calm and restrained demeanor, with a scholarly air of authority and aloofness.
Master Jocasta may appear stern on the surface, but he is actually gentle and has helped him on many occasions.
Lance nodded and bowed quickly:
"I'd like to try again."
"Perhaps it simply hasn't been included in the archives yet."
In Jocasta's view, the authority of the archives is beyond question.
The Jedi Order has a long history, and through the collection and organization of countless Jedi, it has gathered almost all the knowledge of the entire galaxy.
She slightly raised her chin, her tone calm yet undeniably authoritative:
"If there is no record in the file, then it does not exist."