Morning on Bogano arrived slowly, with pale sunlight filtering through the tall trees that surrounded the clearing. A thin mist drifted over the ground, and the air carried the scent of wet soil and growing plants from the nearby rice paddies Winky had begun cultivating.
In the center of the clearing stood the training ground Harry had prepared—a wide open circle of packed earth surrounded by smooth stones and wooden benches.
Five children stood inside that circle.
Luke Skywalker was the smallest among them. At only seven years old, he barely reached the shoulders of the others. The four newcomers were older and larger. Krigo, quick and energetic, was nine. Teren, quiet but observant, was ten. Lokans, tall and broad-shouldered, was eleven. Friga, the eldest at thirteen, stood calmly with her training saber resting near her side, studying everyone else carefully.
Each of them held a training lightsaber Harry had constructed for sparring. The blades hummed softly with a low-energy edge designed to sting and bruise rather than slice through flesh. Even so, the weapons looked real enough that the children held them with both excitement and caution.
Harry stood just outside the ring with his arms folded across his chest. His expression was calm and watchful, his sharp eyes tracking every movement the children made. Beside him stood Master Yoda, leaning slightly on his gimer stick, observing the scene with deep curiosity.
"Begin," Harry said simply.
The children moved immediately.
Luke rushed forward toward Krigo, swinging his saber in a quick diagonal strike. Krigo barely managed to block in time, their blades clashing with a sharp hiss. At the same moment, Lokans charged toward Teren with a powerful overhead strike that forced the smaller boy to dive sideways and roll across the dirt.
Friga did not rush in immediately. Instead, she circled the others carefully, watching their footwork and waiting for an opening before stepping forward to join the chaos.
Within seconds, the clearing filled with motion. Sabers flashed, boots scraped against the dirt, and the children's breathing grew heavier as they attacked and defended without hesitation.
Luke ducked under Krigo's next swing and jabbed forward quickly, tapping the boy's ribs with the glowing blade.
Krigo winced and staggered back.
"Got you!" Luke said triumphantly.
Harry lifted a hand instantly.
"No points," he said calmly.
Luke blinked in confusion.
"This isn't a game," Harry added. "Keep fighting."
Before Luke could react, Friga stepped in and intercepted him. Her blade moved with surprising precision, forcing Luke backward with two quick strikes. Krigo recovered and joined the attack, and soon three sabers clashed together in a blur of light and movement.
Nearby, Lokans finally landed a solid hit on Teren's shoulder, sending the smaller boy sprawling onto the ground.
Harry didn't move.
"Get up," he called out evenly.
Teren groaned but forced himself to his feet and jumped back into the fight.
Luke spun suddenly and struck Krigo's leg, sending him stumbling to the ground again. Friga reacted instantly, sweeping her blade across Luke's shoulder.
Luke staggered from the impact.
Before he could regain his balance, Lokans rushed forward and tackled him from the side.
All five children collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and sabers.
Harry raised his hand.
"Stop."
The children froze where they lay, breathing hard and wiping sweat from their faces. Krigo rubbed his ribs while Luke pushed himself up slowly, brushing dirt from his clothes.
Harry stepped into the center of the circle.
"What happened?" he asked.
The children exchanged uncertain glances.
Harry pointed at Luke.
"You fell."
Luke nodded reluctantly.
"Why?"
"Lokans tackled me," Luke replied.
Harry shook his head.
"No," he said.
Luke frowned.
"You stopped paying attention to the whole battlefield," Harry explained calmly. "You were focused on Krigo and Friga, and you forgot there were other fighters."
Luke thought about it and slowly nodded.
Harry turned to Krigo.
"And you telegraphed every strike," he said. "You showed Luke exactly what you were about to do."
Krigo looked embarrassed.
Harry stepped back and looked at the entire group.
"You are not learning how to duel politely," he said. "You are learning how to survive a fight."
He gestured toward the ring again.
"Start again."
The children groaned but returned to their positions.
Yoda watched them with narrowed eyes before speaking quietly.
"Allow me to spar with them, perhaps."
Harry shook his head immediately.
"That wouldn't help them."
Yoda tilted his head slightly.
"Why not?"
Harry pointed toward the children.
"They need to win sometimes," he explained. "If they spar against someone who cannot be defeated, they'll only feel frustration."
Yoda listened carefully.
"When they fight each other," Harry continued, "they discover weaknesses."
He gestured toward Luke.
"Luke learns Krigo is fast."
Then toward Lokans.
"Lokans learns strength alone isn't enough."
Finally toward Friga.
"Friga learns patience."
Harry shrugged lightly.
"And sometimes they win."
Yoda nodded slowly.
"Confidence grows."
"Exactly."
Harry added, "And when they lose, they figure out why. Then they don't make the same mistake again."
Behind them, the sparring resumed.
Friga disarmed Krigo with a clever twist of her blade. Moments later Teren managed to land a quick strike on Luke's arm. Lokans soon overpowered Teren with sheer strength, but Luke surprised everyone by knocking Lokans slightly off balance with a small Force push.
The victories shifted constantly.
No single child dominated the field.
Yoda watched closely.
"No winner?" he asked.
Harry smiled faintly.
"Everyone wins if they improve."
The sparring grew more intense as the children gained confidence. Sweat soaked their clothes, and bruises appeared across their arms and shoulders.
At one point Lokans struck Krigo hard enough to knock him flat onto the ground.
Krigo groaned in pain.
Harry walked over calmly and placed a hand on the injury. A soft golden glow appeared as healing magic flowed through his palm. Within seconds the bruise faded.
Krigo stared in amazement.
Harry stepped back.
"Pain," he said calmly, "is information."
The children looked puzzled.
"It tells you what you did wrong."
Luke rubbed the spot on his forehead where he had been struck earlier.
"So we just ignore it?"
Harry shook his head.
"No. You respect it."
Then he pointed toward the ring.
"Fight again."
The children rushed back into the sparring circle with renewed determination. This time they attacked without hesitation, striking with real intent instead of holding back.
Blades clashed repeatedly as they dodged, rolled, and countered each other's attacks.
Yoda watched in silence for a long time before speaking again.
"Very different from Jedi Temple training," he said thoughtfully.
Harry chuckled.
"I imagine it is."
"In the Temple," Yoda said, "controlled everything was. Careful."
Harry glanced at him.
"And how did that work out?"
Yoda did not answer.
In the clearing, Luke managed to block three rapid strikes before cleverly disarming Teren. The children cheered.
Then Krigo tackled Luke from behind, and everyone burst into laughter.
Yoda observed them quietly.
They were not stiff or fearful like the younglings he had once trained in the Temple. They were loud, competitive, and full of energy.
And most importantly, they were alive with the Force.
Harry's philosophy echoed in his thoughts.
Trust your heart. Feel your emotions. Let the Force flow through you.
For centuries the Jedi had forbidden such ideas.
Yet watching these children train with confidence and joy, Yoda felt something stir within him that he had not felt in many years.
Hope.
He looked at Harry thoughtfully.
"Much to learn from you… I have."
Harry smiled faintly.
"And I from you."
Across the clearing Luke shouted happily, "I won that one!"
Friga crossed her arms.
"You got lucky."
Lokans laughed loudly.
"Fight again!"
Harry raised his voice.
"Break for water!"
Five exhausted children collapsed into the grass, laughing and arguing about who had won the last round.
The training on Bogano did not end when the sparring stopped.
In fact, Harry believed the real learning began afterward.
Once the children finished their physical drills and sparring matches, they were not allowed to simply rest. Harry gathered them near the edge of the clearing while Winky and Dobby waited nearby with various tools and baskets.
"Training isn't only about swinging a lightsaber," Harry told them. "A Jedi must know how to live, work, and build."
He pointed toward the distant rice paddies where shallow water reflected the morning sun.
"Krigo, Teren, and Friga—you're helping Winky today."
The three children looked toward the fields where rows of young rice plants grew in carefully prepared flooded soil.
Lokans glanced toward the other direction, where Dobby was already measuring wooden beams near the newly expanding structures.
Harry nodded toward him.
"Lokans and Luke, you're helping Dobby with construction."
Luke groaned quietly.
"I liked the sparring part more."
Dobby grinned widely, his large ears twitching with excitement.
"Building is also training, Master Luke!" he said happily. "Strong arms and clever thinking!"
Within minutes the children were scattered across the settlement.
In the rice paddies, Winky stood knee-deep in water, carefully guiding the young plants into proper rows. Krigo and Teren followed her instructions clumsily at first, trying not to slip in the muddy soil.
Friga worked more patiently, pressing the plants gently into the ground.
"This will feed us for months to come," Winky explained while working. "Rice grows well here. The land is perfect for the crop."
Krigo wiped sweat from his forehead.
"This is harder than I thought."
Winky laughed.
"Fighting does not fill your stomach."
Meanwhile, Luke and Lokans were helping Dobby carry beams and stone blocks for the expanding buildings. The small camp had already begun to transform into something much larger. New sleeping rooms were being carved into the hillside, reinforced with stone and wooden supports.
Luke struggled to lift a heavy plank.
"Why can't we just use the Force?" he complained.
Dobby shook his head firmly.
"Force is helpful," he said, "but muscles must also grow!"
Lokans lifted the plank easily and laughed.
"You're still small."
Luke stuck out his tongue but kept working.
By the time the sun reached its highest point in the sky, the children were exhausted again. Only then did Harry call them back to the training clearing.
This time the lessons were different.
Master Yoda stepped forward.
"Lightsaber forms," he said quietly.
The children gathered around him as he demonstrated slow, precise movements with a training blade. His small body moved with surprising speed and grace as he explained the fundamentals of several Jedi fighting styles.
"This… Form I," Yoda said, guiding Luke's stance. "Basic foundation. Learn control."
He moved again, faster this time.
"Form II… precise strikes."
Even Harry watched carefully.
The children practiced the movements one by one, mimicking Yoda's instructions while Harry observed and corrected their footwork.
But the lessons did not stop there.
When the saber training ended, Harry stepped forward.
"Now we learn something different."
"Magic."
The children leaned forward curiously.
Harry pointed his hand at Luke.
"Watch carefully."
A quick flick of his wrist.
"Colorum."
Luke's hair instantly changed color—from sandy blond to bright purple.
The children burst into laughter.
Luke grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Hey!"
Even Yoda's eyes widened in surprise.
"Impossible… thought I did."
Harry smiled slightly.
"Simple spell."
Luke scowled.
"Change it back!"
Harry waved his hand again and Luke's hair returned to normal.
Yoda leaned forward with visible curiosity.
"Teach this magic… you will?"
"Of course," Harry replied.
For the next several days, Harry taught them the basic magical theory that every wizard learned as children. He explained magical cores, wand focus, and how intention shaped the flow of energy.
The children learned simple spells first.
Small sparks.
Light creation.
Basic levitation.
For them, emotional control was not difficult. They had never been trained to suppress their feelings the way Jedi once were.
But for Yoda, it was far harder.
Several times the small Jedi Master attempted the spells Harry demonstrated. Each time the magic flickered weakly or failed completely.
Harry watched with amusement.
"You're trying too hard to control it," he said.
Yoda frowned thoughtfully.
"Difficult… that is."
For centuries Yoda had trained himself to suppress powerful emotional surges.
Now Harry was asking him to embrace them.
Meanwhile, the children progressed much faster.
Luke especially seemed to combine both systems naturally.
One afternoon Harry handed Luke his training saber.
"Try something," he said.
Luke ignited the blade.
Harry raised his hand and sent a training stick flying toward him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Luke shouted instinctively, pushing forward with the Force at the same time.
The stick flew out of Harry's hand and shot across the clearing.
Luke blinked in surprise.
"Did I just—"
Harry grinned.
"Yes."
Luke immediately stretched out his hand.
The stick flew back into his palm.
The children stared in amazement.
Harry nodded approvingly.
"Good combination."
From that day forward, Luke practiced the technique constantly. Disarm with a burst of Force power, then pull the weapon back into his own hand.
It quickly became his favorite move.
Even Yoda watched the technique thoughtfully.
"A useful skill… that is."
While the children trained, Harry also began sparring regularly with Master Yoda.
Harry's lightsaber style had originally been taught by Darth Bane. It was powerful and aggressive, focused on overwhelming strength.
Dobby had learned the same style.
But Yoda introduced several completely different forms.
Graceful movements.
Fast footwork.
Unpredictable angles.
One afternoon Harry ignited his red blade and faced Yoda across the clearing.
"Show me," Harry said.
Yoda's green blade flashed to life.
"Ready… you are not."
Harry laughed.
"We'll see."
The duel began.
Yoda moved like lightning, his small body leaping through the air with incredible speed. Harry barely managed to block the first few strikes.
Dobby watched with wide eyes.
"Master Harry is learning fast!"
Harry grinned as he adjusted his stance.
"Yes," he said. "And I'm stealing his every move."
Over the next several weeks, Harry studied every style Yoda demonstrated. Slowly he began blending them together with his own aggressive techniques.
Power from Bane's style.
Speed from Yoda's.
One evening after another duel, Harry extinguished his saber thoughtfully.
"I think I can make something new," he said.
Yoda tilted his head.
"New style?"
Harry nodded.
And as the sun set over Bogano, the strange academy hidden within the wilderness continued to grow—training Jedi who fought with both magic and the Force.
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