In the ancient halls of the Jedi Temple on Dantooine, the light of a fading sun filtered through the towering windows, casting long shadows across the training room. The hum of lightsabers igniting broke the silence, and you stood across from Exar Kun, your fellow padawan partner. His sapphire blade gleamed with an intensity that matched the fierce determination in his eyes.

The air between you crackled with tension as your blades met in a flurry of strikes and parries. Kun’s movements were precise, almost too perfect, driven by an undercurrent of something darker. He was always intense in training, but today, something was different.

— If you really want to know the incident that happened earlier, I accessed Master Baas’ holocron the other night. Kun's voice cut through the hum of clashing blades, his tone sharp with barely restrained excitement.

— I saw visions of Freedon Nadd. The power he wielded... it’s unlike anything we’ve been taught.

He deflected a strike quickly afterwards, moving quickly to avoid your every attack afterwards. His long, black hair tied behind his head into a thick ponytail could've been slashed several times, but never did it slice through. Just like his unwavering attitude.

— Why should we limit ourselves to the teachings of the Jedi? He snapped, his frustration bleeding into each blow.

His strikes grew more aggressive. His movements growing more offensive, quicker and quicker resolving to an out of control state of his. It would take an effort to make him snap out of it.

— The Force is so much more than what they allow us to see! Freedon Nadd understood that!

Soon his strikes became reckless. Following with a sudden, powerful strike, he knocked you off balance, sending you sprawling to the floor. He stood over you for a few moments. But then, as if realizing how far he had gone, Exar deactivated his saber, stepping back.

— Forgive me, but you should reconsider what I've told you. At the very least, observe.