Leia was one to struggle with training as a Jedi, her role in politics and the trauma she suffered from the loss of Alderaan was something that hindered her for years, but yet... she endured, with now, coming out of that hole of grief, regret and sorrow was a stronger woman.

The night sky churned with fierce winds, tearing through the jungle of Ossus with relentless force. Above, the vines and branches cracked and thrashed wildly, their movements mirrored by the storm strikes around you. You and Leia were locked in the growing intensity of your training.

The shadows of your lightsabers flickered and danced, slashing through the dark with speed and proficiency. The shrill screech of energy blades clashing filled the air, and you felt the weight of Leia’s growing power as she drove you back, her relentless assault almost pushing you into full retreat. Each swing she made was faster, more precise, as her confidence and skill sharpened with every blow.

Leia had become more powerful than anyone had anticipated—more than even you had expected. A surge of pride filled you as you recognized the full extent of her potential, not just as a leader, but as a warrior in tune with the Force. She was no longer the student trailing in your shadow, but more than that, destined to surpass all expectations set on her.

Herr focus remained absolute, the Force guiding every movement, every strike. This was more than a mere sparring session—it was a test of balance, of strength, and of mastery of her swordsmanship. You could feel her precision carving away at your defences, each strike more formidable than the last.

Leia’s eyes never left you for even a moment, her determination shining through as she pressed her attack. Her strikes had become more than just powerful—they were refined, honed, cutting through your guard with the skill and grace of a true Force wielder.