The Art of Teräs Käsi

I had valuable new knowledge of the Force. I had insights into the Path it seemed that I was destined to follow. I even had an ancient lightsaber, a reminder of K'te and of what the future might hold for me. Yet I still felt empty. There was still something missing.

The Holocron the Remnant had given me was silent. It did not respond to my thoughts or attempts to activate it. There was no voice in my head when I held it in my hands. I considered briefly that the Remnant might have been deliberately misleading me by giving me an artifact that was faulty, or worse, but it didn't take me long to decide that I did not care either way. I was through with the Holocrons. I would not seek out any more of them.

They had been intriguing guides for me, but I had decided the time had come for me to seize my own destiny. Perhaps there was indeed a great plan in place for me, but if there was, I was going to discover it on my own. It was time to follow the Path of my own accord.

Sales were good. They had been slow at first in Temple City, but soon I had trouble keeping up with demand. I kept my shop open on Tatooine as well, and the money started rolling in.

As most of my production was automated, I had time to devote to other pursuits. Having mastered the art of Fencing, I had realized that while it was an effective technique, it was still far inferior to the art of Teräs Käsi, the martial art I had seen Gerrvin apply so effectively in combat. I decided to learn it myself.

I had grown accustomed to the physical activity of a fighting art, so I knew what to expect. Nevertheless, it took an enormous amount of willpower and effort to learn the basics of Teräs Käsi. It was only through countless hours of repetition that I was able to get a grasp on the fundamental aspects of the art.

It seemed it would be a long road, but I was pleased that it was a road of my own making.