Consequence of Oversight

Four Years Later...

Obi-wan sat watching Luke from a distance. Hazel was back at home studying up on lightsaber fighting styles, preparing for a duel that Obi-wan had promised her after he was done with his routine check on Luke.

The two of them had adapted pretty well to life in hiding. Their weeks now consisted of Jedi lessons, lectures, and supply runs. 

Hazel had adapted as well, learning more and excelling at a pace that even Anakin could not have kept up with. If he was honest, she grew stronger and stronger with every lesson she absorbed. It almost scared him how fast she learned and mastered everything, but at least Obi-wan had his old master to help him.

Whenever he had a problem or needed advice on how to help Hazel understand something or how to train her better, Qui-gon always had a solution. However, Obi-wan was proud that he trained Hazel almost by himself—raising her as his own Padawan. Mostly, he was proud of her progress in the force, since it was a harder subject for her. 

But he could think about it more later; right now, his check-in on four-year-old Luke was over and it was time to see how much Hazel had learned.

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"Focus Hazel. Allow your mind to guide you and your blade."

Hazel was in for it.

She had learned that whenever her master said those words—or more specifically, 'focus,'—either he was going to do something brash, or he was going to fight her himself. Her heart beat faster as she settled into her helmet. The paint covered visor impairing her sight and she shifted her weight over the grainy cavern floor. 

"Master, I really hope you aren't going to do something that will result in me getting bruises all over," Hazel huffed. "I still haven't recovered from your brilliant idea to use rocks as projectiles instead of shock bolts for deflection training."

She could have sworn she heard him chuckle.

"Whenever you're ready, padawan." Obi-wan replied.

"Okay Hazel, clear your mind and focus on the blade and floor." She thought as she took a deep breath in and positioned herself in her usual fighting stance. She tuned everything out and focused her thoughts and feelings on the force surrounding her. 

She could feel the vibrations of her master across the sand. The echoes of the cavern walls and the boulders in their training area. The Force surrounding her master and his movements. 

"Ready."

Obi-wan began his "attack" by teasing Hazel towards the wall of the cavern they trained in. Or at least, he was trying to. Hazel would block and get away from the wall every time he got her close. The girl smiled internally as she realized his plan. Corner and disarm. Well, maybe she could use that to her advantage.

Hazel backed up to the wall like her master had tried to get her to do, and when his guard was down, she jumped high and used the force to pull his lightsaber away from him. Landing before he spun around, the girl smirked under her helmet as she felt her Master's surprise in the Force.

"It appears that I have won, master," Hazel chuckled as she took off the visor and pointed her lightsaber at his back.

"That it does," Obi-wan begrudgingly conceded, "well done, Hazel." Hazel bowed slightly. Her ever-growing auburn locks creating a curtain around her face—hiding the sassy smirk she kept on it. 

"Thank you, master. I needed the practice." 

Kenobi laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "What do you say to helping me make dinner?" He asked playfully.