Training Grounds – Theed, Naboo
The sun caught the edge of Excalibur Proto as it gleamed in the open for the first time, no longer veiled by invisible air. Across the field, the Jedi line tensed — even Yoda's gaze flicked to the weapon with deep, unsettling familiarity.
Windu stepped forward, saber igniting in a blazing arc of amethyst light. His stance was sharp, each muscle taut, rippling with the rhythm of Vaapad. Tyvokka joined at his flank, massive frame moving with deceptive grace, shielded in the perfect spirals of Soresu. Together, they moved — blade and shield, hammer and armor.
Jin-Woo didn't react at first. He merely watched. Then, as the first blow came — a wide, spiraling Vaapad slash meant to test his range — he smiled behind the mask.
"Dance of Ignorance."
His voice echoed like a quiet bell. Then the battlefield ignited.
Windu's blade whipped down in a blur, meant to cleave diagonally across Jin-Woo's armor. But Excalibur Proto met it with a subtle parry — not a clash, but a glide. Jin-Woo redirected the momentum, forcing Windu's step wide.
[No dark side. No anger. No passion]. Just silence.
Windu's eyes flickered with confusion mid-swing — Vaapad fed on darkness, transformed it into power, redirected it. But there was nothing to feed on. Jin-Woo moved like water, each step honed from a rhythm unseen by the Force itself.
Tyvokka moved in immediately to flank — a series of wide, circular deflections from his saber designed to keep Jin-Woo corralled. But Jin-Woo's response was almost dismissive.
One step back. One rotation of the wrist.
CLANG! — Tyvokka's blade struck empty air.
Jin-Woo used Windu's failed momentum, catching the master's off-hand with the flat of his sword, throwing him into a sudden guard shift. Then he pivoted — letting the angle of Tyvokka's Soresu drive him forward, not Jin-Woo.
Forcing the defender to attack? Tyvokka realized mid-motion. No… He's reversing the flow.
"This style… it shouldn't exist," Windu growled, blades flashing in tight crescents. ""It's not Jedi, not even Sith. You're not reading us — you're exploiting our blindness ."
Jin-Woo ducked under a strike, spun low, then brought Excalibur Proto upward in a narrow arc that barely kissed Windu's shoulder plate — just enough to throw his rhythm off again.
"You've mistaken light for insight," Jin-Woo's voice rang, cold as crystal. "But justice is not religious speech . It's a blade. And every swing I make teaches its own Rules ."
Tyvokka lunged forward, saber aimed straight for Jin-Woo's back. But without turning — Jin-Woo caught the blow. CLANG!
With the pommel. A blind counter.
The crowd gasped. Holocameras zoomed in.
Bo-Katan stood up in her seat. "That wasn't luck…"
"No," Jango murmured beside her. "That's experience that borders on prophecy."
Windu unleashed a furious combo, saber whirling in violent violet arcs. Each motion more intense than the last. Jin-Woo blocked every one by existing in the space before the strikes happened.
"You think you can stand above the law ?" Windu roared.
Jin-Woo's reply came with his next step — a feint slash that redirected into a powerful thrust toward Windu's hip. The Jedi barely blocked it, his saber humming under pressure.
"I don't stand above," Jin-Woo said softly. "I dance… below your assumptions."
Then, with a flourish so quick the holocameras lagged a frame — Jin-Woo pivoted, slashing Tyvokka's saber off-line with a reverse sweep, forcing the Wookiee to take a knee or lose balance.
Tyvokka growled low. "He's… disarming our instincts."
Jin-Woo stood now between them, not even breathing hard. Excalibur Proto hummed low — not with energy, but with principle. With purpose.
Two of the Masters stood outplayed.
Behind them, Yoda closed his eyes for a heartbeat.
"Not just skill, that is," he whispered. "But memory. Countless battles... etched in his bones."
Then—Yoda moved.He darted forward in a flash, body flipping into the spinning fury of Ataru. His blade came down like a falling green ataru lightsaber . At the same moment.
Plo Koon dashed in with Makashi, saber sharp and precise, footwork like water Yet in his heart, a flicker of regret gnawed at him. I broke my word, he thought. The Armored Man once saved Master Tyvokka's life… and from that day, I swore I would welcome him into the Jedi Order with open arms.And now—he was raising his blade against that same man.
Still, his duty to the Order came first. Even if it meant turning his blade on the one who had once offered salvation.
Windu ignited his saber anew, [Force Speed] heightening every limb—Vaapad surging in his veins.
Tyvokka roared, reentering with Soresu, though his posture was no longer confident.
All of them. Surrounding him. Four Jedi Masters.
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From the audience, even the cheering dulled into held breath. Blades now hovered within ten centimeters of Jin-Woo's armor.
Padmé clenched her hands in her lap. Her heart pounded. She remained silent… but a flicker of doubt bloomed in her chest. He's surrounded...
Tarkin, arms folded, leaned closer to her box.
"Queen Amidala…" he said calmly, eyes locked on the battlefield. "They say myths are capable of doing the impossible."
Valorum raised a brow. "Tarkin… are you turning into a fanboy?"
Tarkin's mouth barely curved. "Not quite. Just appreciating the dawn before it happens."
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Back on the field— Everything slowed.
Jin-Woo's voice did not move through air.
It pierced minds.
Do you know what the Dance of Ignorance is…?
A sword technique born from a blind swordsman. He countered every surprise, saw without eyes. When he died, he sealed that technique into his blade… so the next wielder would walk into battle not alone, but with generations of reflex.
You attacked me together. That… was your mistake.
Windu's pupils shrank. We walked into a trap…
Too late. Jin-Woo's right eye flared beneath his mask — burning violet.
And then he moved.
"Dance of Ignorance." CLANG—CLANG—PING—SSHHK—CLANK—ZZZSH—
Every lightsaber strike was answered.. Perfectly read. Jin-Woo moved like water over steel. His armor never broke formation. His blade spun, bent, curved, tapped, retracted, flowed.
Yoda flipped in from above—his saber intercepted mid-air by a single upward flick.
Windu rushed from behind—but his wrist was caught in a spiral parry and flung off trajectory.
Tyvokka tried to circle to flank—but Jin-Woo stepped sideways and kicked the Wookiee back with a cracking echo across the stone.
Plo Koon's elegant strikes were absorbed, reversed, spun into his own guard.
None of them could land a hit.
Jin-Woo's posture shifted. One leg stepped back. His stance shortened.
Let me show you what comes after the dance," Jin-Woo said coldly. "A symphony of thrusts from an emperor of war
He raised the blade— "Deathpecker."
Excalibur Proto vanished in a blur.
THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—THRUST—!!
A storm of consecutive lunges, too fast to see. One struck Windu in the chest, sending him reeling. The next hit Plo Koon's shoulder. Another slammed into Tyvokka's midsection—CRACK—and launched him backward like a meteor.
The Wookiee's body slammed into the arena wall—stones shattered. His saber flew from his grip.
He didn't get up.
"Master Tyvokka!" Plo Koon shouted, immediately breaking off and rushing to the crater. He dropped to one knee, mask scanning vital signs.
"He lives," Yoda confirmed, voice grave, eyes locked on Armored man . "Alive… but not fit to rise again this day. Rest, he must."
He looked at Jin-Woo again, eyes narrowed.
"The blade you carry… . Ancient it is. Its memory… older than Jedi… perhaps older than Sith."
Plo Koon's mask hissed as he stood, slow but resolute, the pain in his limbs ignored by the calm in his heart. His lightsaber reignited, yellow electricity already crackling from his other hand. Without a word, he dashed forward — cloak fluttering — and extended his palm.
CRACK—ZAKK—BOOOOM.
[Electric Judgment].
The yellow surge burst forward — cutting through the air like a divine spear. It collided with the swirling winds surrounding Excalibur Proto — and once again, like before, disrupted the flow of wind. Invisible Air dispersed. The crowd gasped. Dust rose. A brief opening.
From behind, Windu moved — Vaapad stance sharpened like a blade — and Yoda surged forward in perfect Ataru rhythm.
But Jin-Woo's voice rang out, cold and amused.
"Have you ever heard…"
He stepped back just once.
"…that a man who uses the same technique twice—"
Suddenly, a Sentinel drone appeared beside Plo Koon, charging up a shot aimed point-blank.
"—is a fool?"
Plo Koon whipped his saber instinctively — SSHK!
But the drone flickered.
A hologram. Too late.
From Jin-Woo's hand — now empty of sword — the Invisible Air that had been thought dispersed… re-manifested behind his back. The wind hadn't vanished. It had split.
FWOOOOOOOOOM—
A thunderous blast of compressed wind screamed toward Plo Koon, amplified by Jin-Woo's mana-infused control. It hit like a cannon.
BOOOOOOM—!
The Jedi Master was launched backward, crashing into the stone beside the cratered Tyvokka. His limbs bent unnaturally. Bones cracked. His mask flickered with internal alerts.
But he lived. Conscious. Breathing. Gritting his teeth through the pain.
Jin-Woo exhaled once, his armor gleaming under the sun, his voice echoing across the field.
"Ahhh… now we arrive at the final stage."
His helmet turned slowly to the two who remained standing.
"The two masters of the Order. Mace Windu and Grandmaster Yoda.".
"They say it's like a final boss fight, huh?" His voice sharpened, tone shifting to mockery. "Funny… that I'm the Final boss itself."
Windu took a step forward, his violet blade crackling with contained fury.
"You think everything's a joke, Armored Man," he said coldly. "But I see through you. You fight with deception — not truth. You toy with illusions. Tricks. You don't fight like a warrior."
Jin-Woo turned to face him fully, his stance relaxed, blade already held , tip brushing the ground.
"Funny," he said. "I was just about to say the same thing.".
"Is that how you justified it? The lies? The coverups? The quiet exiles? Dooku's leaving the Order, hmm? .Did you tell him the same thing? That he lost the 'Jedi way'? That truth is only truth when it fits your rules?"
Windu narrowed his eyes but didn't strike yet. His voice came even, steady. "Till this day… Dooku is respected. His statue still stands in the Temple. He resigned. He was not exiled."
Jin-Woo blinked once behind the mask.
Ah. Right. I poked the timeline too far ahead. Clone Wars hasn't begun yet… still Phantom Menace. He exhaled silently. No matter.
Windu suddenly surged forward again, purple blade igniting with that sharp snap-hiss. His stance was cleaner now — aggressive Vaapad, fueled by purpose.
Jin-Woo slid one foot back and let the sword rise again.
Excalibur Proto flared — and vanished behind the shimmer of wind. Dance of Ignorance resumed.
As Windu clashed once more, their blades met with a ringing CLANG, the lightsaber hissing as it scraped against the unseeable edge.
Between the blur of strikes, Windu's voice rose through the rhythmic impacts.
"How did that sword come to you?! What allowed it to choose you?!"
A strike from above — parried.
"You getting smart now," Jin-Woo replied,
twisting and pivoting beneath the saber's arc, sending Windu stumbling back with a calculated pulse of wind pressure.
But Windu didn't relent. "Don't lie. That sword—it's alive. It recognizes worth. It chooses its wielder. Why didn't it come to us? We fight for justice! We built this Order with blood and will—and you, a selfish outsider, were granted its legacy?"
Jin-Woo's mask tilted slightly. "Maybe," he said, "another hundred years of waiting might finally wake you up."
His words cut harder than any blade.
"So answer me this, Windu," Jin-Woo continued. "Have you ever looked in the mirror and asked, 'Am I doing this right?' Or are you just another robed fossil rotting under a golden code?"
Windu growled and narrowed his focus. Shatterpoint. He reached through the Force — hunting for the fracture in Jin-Woo's armor. The flaw. The smallest weak spot. But… nothing came.
Jin-Woo moved with flowing precision. One step, one twist — and CLANK — the proto-blade rode the flow of Windu's own swing and took the lightsaber from his grip, flinging it across the training ground.
The hilt landed beside the crumpled bodies of Tyvokka and Plo Koon.
Yet Windu didn't fall back.
He raised his hand — palm open.
[Force Wave].
A massive omnidirectional blast of pure kinetic Force erupted from his body. Dust, stone, and debris lifted, and the shockwave howled outward.
The Audience and Mandalorians watching all recoiled. Even Padmé braced herself.
But Jin-Woo stood still.
"...Excalibur," he whispered. The blade pulsed — golden.
A radiant surge burst from it — . A golden blast of energy, akin to mana burst, exploded outward, colliding with Windu's Force Wave.
The golden wave overwhelmed the shockwave instantly.
BOOOOOOM—
Windu was launched backward — helpless — sent hurtling through the air across the training ground, crashing with a loud CRACK into the seating rows of the Mandalorians.
Jango Fett was already moving, catching the Jedi just in time before he slid down the steps.
He checked Windu's vitals with a quick scan — then raised one gloved thumb toward Jin-Woo without a word.
Still alive.
Back on the field,
Jin-Woo lowered the glowing Excalibur Proto, its edge flickering back into concealment.
He turned slightly, his voice carrying across the hearts of everyone watching.
he said, "ask yourselves why the myth never came to you."