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Jedi Master Huang Karasu stood in the training hall.
He was finally passing on Tràkata, the form wich took advantage of the fact a lightsabre can be turned off. He had finished the bulk of his work two decades ago. It had taken this long to refine it into a reliable doctrine.
His first student in the way was his former padawan, Galykia, whom he had trained twenty years ago. He had seen him rise to a powerful knight in this time. He was ready.
He had removed his heavy robes, Wearing a simple black vest and white, baggy trousers, tucked into hi-top tabi. He held his lightsabre ready.
He was finally passing on Tràkata, the form wich took advantage of the fact a lightsabre can be turned off. He had finished the bulk of his work two decades ago. It had taken this long to refine it into a reliable doctrine.
His first student in the way was his former padawan, Galykia, whom he had trained twenty years ago. He had seen him rise to a powerful knight in this time. He was ready.
He had removed his heavy robes, Wearing a simple black vest and white, baggy trousers, tucked into hi-top tabi. He held his lightsabre ready.