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After a peaceful night, Cole woke up early the next day.
The news he received yesterday could be said to have lifted Cole's spirits. One had to know that becoming an apprentice was a sign that an apprentice had improved. A good teacher could help a Jedi apprentice avoid many detours.
Sure enough, Mike was right. Cole sat in the room for a while and heard someone request to enter the room.
"Colston? Get ready, we're going to see Master Yoda.”This time, it was a male PUBG, which made Cole a little disappointed.
After a while, Cole finished his preparations and walked behind the male PUBG.
He turned his head as if he felt something and found Cesso winking at him from behind. Cole couldn't stop this kid.
A group of 10 people slowly walked on the square avenue towards the parliament tower.
Cecil came over." Cole, can you tell me now? You were so mysterious yesterday.”
"Ahem, our main purpose today is to acknowledge a master.”
"What apprenticeship?" Cecil instantly became a curious child.
"This is the tradition of the Jedi Knights. A master teaches an apprentice. Until I finish my apprenticeship." Cole looked like an expert who deserved a beating.
"How do you know so much?"
"Who told you not to read books?"
- Council Chamber
Unlike the other apprentices, Cole was a regular here. His face was expressionless and his mood was calm. He looked very different in the crowd that was looking around. In Cole's words, he looked stylish.
"Alright, everyone, quiet down." The male Jedi at the front spoke. He bowed respectfully to Master Yoda and left the group of Jedi behind.
"I called you here today because there's something very important for you. That is to take him as a master." Master Wen Du still had that stoic face. "A dangerous land only has one teacher in its lifetime. I hope everyone can grasp it and learn more. Next, those who report their names, follow me.
"Mihill."
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"Cecil."
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Cole realized that only he and Cesso were from this batch of apprentices. The others were older than them.
It seems that Cecil's talent isn't bad. He is indeed worthy of being my brother. Cole thought narcissistically.
After a while, the people around him had all left, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the meeting hall.
No way, not again. Cole quietly waited for the Jedi Masters to speak.
"Cole." Windu laughed. "It's not easy to choose your master."
"Yes, Master. I'll listen to Grandmaster's opinion." Cole said respectfully.
"Yes." Yoda pondered for a moment. "Then, other than me, Wendu, and Saks Ting who have disciples, the others have yet to accept any disciples. Cole, you can choose one of them.”
Cole looked up at Yoda in surprise. The care and love in Yoda's eyes made Cole feel warm.
Cole's mind raced. Having read a lot of books, Cole was no longer the person who only knew the plot. Cole now had a deep understanding of this world and knew many things that he did not know in his previous life, such as the information on the Jedi Masters present. There was no doubt that Yoda and Windu were the strongest. One had a hundred years of Force accumulation, and the other could perfectly control his anger. However, he already had a disciple. Although they knew that their disciple would betray them, no one would believe it now. As for the rest, Depa Bilaba, Eddy Gallia, and Ariel Pov were learning the defensive sword style. Knowing the plot in the future, Cole decided to put them aside for consideration. Cole always felt that it was a little aggrieved to be beaten passively like Obi-Wan. Evan Pierre, Opal Lansthis, and Yader had learned the same fourth stance as Yoda, which was the Ultimate Agility stance. Cole knew how powerful this stance was, but it was too complicated and required a long time of practice, so he would not consider it for now. Next up was the cannon fodder leader, Ki-Adi-Mandy. He was proficient in the diplomat style, which was the sixth style. He combined the characteristics of the first, third, fourth, and fifth styles. It could be said that he was good at everything but not good at everything. Cole thought about it for a moment and gave up. After all, this kind of middle-of-the-road was the existence of cannon fodder in the later stages. The last ones left were Ace Coss and Pulo Kong, who were proficient in the fifth move.
Pursing his lips, Cole made a decision. At this moment, his appearance undoubtedly added some basis to Cole's decision. Master Puluo Kong's appearance was indeed too abstract. "I hope that Master Ace Koth will be my master.”
"Alright, we agree." After a discussion, Yoda agreed to Cole's request on behalf of the masters.
"Then, follow me." Ace Coss turned around and walked out of the hall.
"Thank you, Master." Cole bowed to the masters present, then jogged after them.
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Most of the swordplay styles of the masters were his own thoughts. After all, sometimes height also had a certain influence on the choice of swordplay styles. For example, I felt that the fourth style of Opal Lance and Yader's height might be more suitable. However, there was no basis for this. Everyone, don't worry too much.
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He would add another chapter at night.
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