Jedi Brat!
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In a secluded alcove of a cavern hidden away from the prying eyes of his fellow Padawans, Braze found himself consumed by an insatiable thirst for improvement. Frustrated by his slow progress and determined to prove himself as a formidable Jedi, he decided to embark on his own unconventional and intense training regimen.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds, Braze slipped out of his quarters and made his way to the training chamber of the cavern he had designated as his private getaway. There, surrounded by the dim glow of his flickering lightsaber on the walls, he began his secret training.
He had created makeshift training equipment, devising challenging obstacle courses that pushed his agility, speed, and reflexes to their limits.
The caverns became his sanctuary, where he practiced his lightsaber forms under the twinkling stars. Balancing on the precarious branches of tall trees, he honed his focus and control, mastering the art of balance.
The intensity of his training took a toll on his body, yet he paid no heed to fatigue or discomfort. He was driven by the desire to prove himself and surpass the limitations he once thought were insurmountable. Yet, as the days turned into nights and the nights into days, Braze's obsession started to consume him. He lost sight of the bigger picture, losing himself in the adrenaline-fueled rush of training, pushing himself beyond reason.
In the heart of the mysterious cave, Braze stood alone, his training saber ignited, casting a soft glow in the darkness. Above him, from unseen crevices in the cave's ceiling, water droplets fell one by one, glinting like crystal in the faint light.
With a fierce intensity in his eyes, Braze raised his training saber and took a deep breath, readying himself for the challenge ahead. He knew that this exercise would test not only his precision but also his focus and timing. Each droplet would come without warning, and he had to strike with unerring accuracy to turn them to steam.
As the first droplet descended, time seemed to slow for Braze. He calculated its trajectory, mentally mapping out the precise angle and velocity needed to intercept it. In a flash, he moved, his training saber slicing through the air with astonishing speed. The blade met the droplet with a sharp clang, causing it to burst into a cloud of steam.
Without pause, Braze shifted his focus to the next droplet, and then the next. Each one seemed to test him in different ways, some falling rapidly like shooting stars, while others seemed to linger in the air, almost taunting him. His movements were graceful, his body flowing with the rhythm of the falling droplets. He weaved and twisted, his saber blade flashing like lightning as he struck with deadly precision. The cave echoed with the sounds of his strikes.
The air around Braze grew warmer as more and more droplets turned to steam. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, but he ignored them, completely absorbed in the challenge before him. He felt a surge of exhilaration each time he successfully cut a droplet, fueling him further.
As the training session continued, Braze's strikes became faster and more fluid. He seemed to anticipate the droplets' movements before they even fell, his connection to the Force guiding his every move. Time seemed to lose all meaning for Braze as he honed his technique. He was completely in the moment, completely in tune with the Force. The outside world faded away, and all that existed was him and the falling droplets.
Finally, as the last droplet fell and turned to steam, Braze stood on shaking legs his chest rising and falling with each breath, and then, darkness overtook him as exhaustion took hold.
