Yoda turned to the others, his voice low—firm. "Jedi Masters. Evacuate. Take the Younglings and the knights . Seek the hidden safe vaults within the Temple. This fight… I may not survive it."
Yaddle's breath caught. She nodded grimly.
"Hurry. Let the young ones enter first."
Oppo Rancisis curled his tail close as he nodded.
"The future generation must live. Even if we do not."
Depa clenched her fists, then looked back at Yoda. Her voice cracked, just slightly.
"Master Yoda… what must I tell Master Windu… if he wakes up and learns you're gone?"
Yoda turned his head slowly, his old eyes calm as the sea. "Then tell him… the time has come. He will be Grandmaster."
Depa inhaled deeply. Then bowed. "Understood… Grandmaster Yoda."
As the last Jedi Masters and Younglings vanished into the protected vaults beneath the Temple ruins, silence fell over the frost-and-smoke-laced battlefield.
Yoda stepped forward alone.
"I thank you," he said softly, "that someone—a tyrant such as yourself—was willing to wait."
Joever Bideney stood still, hand resting on his sheathed katana.
His eyes remained closed.
"My part is done," he said calmly. "I am leaving."
But Yoda shook his head.
"My guess… was correct. You did not spare us out of empathy. You held back—for some other purpose."
"I do not wish to pry into another's darkness… but I must protect the galaxy. You are a dangerous being, and I cannot—will not—let you leave."
Joever didn't respond.
Instead, he whispered under his breath—
"One minute… until Tezcatlipoca is cleared to enter."
A voice echoed in his mind, smooth, cold, mechanical:
"Understood, Supreme Executor.
Tezcatlipoca has been agitated… but he is intrigued. He wishes to see how your current sword technique performs before engaging."
—Offensive Bias
Joever opened his eyes at last. Just slightly.
Then—in one fluid motion—he unsheathed his katana.
FWSSHHHHHH—KRRRAAAAM!
The blade came down in a blur. A silent slash across the air.
Yoda's eyes flared.
Move.
He darted to the side with Force-enhanced speed—and just in time. The air behind him split.
A nearby skyscraper across the street—entirely untouched a second ago—split in two.
From roof to foundation. Clean. Instant.
As Joever Bideney calmly sheathed his katana again, the wind pressure collapsed inward with a thunderous BOOM, scattering ash and duracrete in all directions.
Yoda landed, robes fluttering, breath held still.
That draw… that sheath…That is the condition. The moment he draws that blade… that's when the pressure is released. That's when it becomes fatal.
But Joever Bideney moved again.
His right hand tightened over the sheath—stance adjusting ever so slightly.
The atmosphere warped.
Dead wind pressure began to spiral once more—curling around his body like the breath of a dying storm, pressing outward with suffocating force. The ground cracked. The skies rippled.
He's going to do it again.
Yoda closed his eyes for only a second.
Then acted. [Force Valor.]
A golden shimmer lit his skin. His heartbeat calmed. His body sharpened. Strength, speed, precision—amplified. Through the will of the light side, his senses accelerated beyond normal comprehension.
The blade came.
FWOOOSH—KRRRMMMM!
Joever's katana drew once more.
But this time—Yoda was faster.
He met the pressure mid-air, green lightsaber raised in a sweeping redirect, the blade humming with the light of centuries. With Force Valor guiding his arms, he angled the crushing slash upward, diverting it—forcing the blade's pressure into the sky, where it exploded like a silent detonation across the upper clouds.
No casualties. No buildings lost.
But Joever wasn't finished.
Yoda leapt forward, hand raised—[Force Push]
A blast of invisible energy slammed into Joever's left arm, pinning it instantly against his side—trying to prevent the next draw.
Joever didn't hesitate. With an eerie calm—he cut off his own pinned hand, the limb falling to the dust with a dull CLUNK.
Before Yoda could react, Joever caught the katana in his mouth—and with a brutal twist of his neck—
IAI technique .A slash, performed by teeth alone.
The third pressure wave howled into existence.
Yoda's eyes narrowed, but he was ready. [Tutaminis]
Both his hands extended, lightsaber humming behind his back as he absorbed the brunt of the pressure—his skin crackling with redirected kinetic energy. He didn't try to block it. He turned it, guiding the spiral wave back at Joever.
But— Joever sheathed his katana.
And like a switch flipped, the entire wind pressure dispersed instantly—vanishing into vacuum, like it had never existed.
Yoda gritted his teeth.
He's adapting. He's not just powerful—he's precise.
Every slash becomes meaningless unless you understand the rhythm of his blade… and the moment he sheathes it, the whole battlefield resets.
He glanced at Joever Bideney's arm.
At least one of his hands is severed…
But then—Joever's mouth began to glow.
A surge of radiant, deadly energy shimmered between his teeth, like a collapsing star about to detonate from his very throat.
Joever whispered the words—low and final:
"Bideney Blast."
Yoda's entire body tensed. His mind raced.
Tutaminis. Absorption field. Force Barrier. Force Wall. Force Light. Precognition. ALL of it.
He summoned everything the Jedi Order ever passed to him.
The light grew brighter—unstoppable.
And then… Nothing. No blast. No sound. No detonation.
Joever was gone. Just vanished.
Yoda blinked. "Wha—"
CRACK.
A sharp kick struck him dead in the ribs—from behind.
He flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing through the scorched remains of the Jedi Temple's ruined front entrance, tumbling over rubble and cracked durasteel.
Yoda groaned, rolling once, planting his saber in the ground to slow the momentum.
Then a voice—deep, savage, grinning—boomed behind him.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to kick your ass?"
"It's been NINE YEARS!"
Yoda blinked. Lifted his eyes.
Standing over him, grinning like a beast that just broke off the leash—
Tezcatlipoca. Ruler-class Servant. Muscles wrapped in jaguar markings, .
Yoda narrowed his eyes. " seen you before I've never," he said slowly. "I always remember those I fight. Those I teach…"
But then—his gaze sharpened. "…Wait."
Yoda realization washing in .
"You're the one. The cloaked intruder… from the Temple. The one who vanished before the alarms even triggered. That day we lost a new shipment—kyber crystals… training sabers…"
Tezcatlipoca laughed, wide and brutal.
"Very good, little green alien.
But nah—that wasn't me. That was Daybit."
"If it were me?"
He cracked his knuckles. His foot slammed once into the stone, cracking it. "I'd have just killed the guards, gutted the vault, and fought you to the death on the Council floor."
Tezcatlipoca stepped forward, raising one hand with a gesture half-mocking, half-divine.
"Let me reintroduce myself, old man."
"I am Tezcatlipoca. Ruler-class Servant. The Mayan God of War, and Smoke.
The one who laughs while the stars burn."
He flung off his feather with a wild snap.
Underneath—he wore the regalia of a god. An intricate war outfit of ancient Mayan design wrapped his form, adorned with jaguar pelts, vibrant layers of sacred cloth, and divine symbols carved across his chest . A massive headdress of green and crimson feathers crowned his head, rising like a flame made of jungle and blood.
He spun his Mayan staff once, golden and black, inscribed with runes of war.
Then—he vanished.He reappeared in front of Yoda, his staff colliding mid-air with the Grandmaster's green lightsaber.
CLANG—SSSSSSSSHH!
A sharp hiss echoed out as the lightsaber sliced clean through the divine staff—burning straight down the shaft, splitting it in half with a blinding flare.
Tezcatlipoca froze for a second—then grinned, teeth white as bone.
"…A lightsaber really can cut anything, huh?" he said with raw amusement.
Yoda's eyes narrowed. "Anything," he replied, "except beskar. That, I must crush… with the Force."
Before Tezcatlipoca could react, Yoda thrust out one palm—[ Force Push].
WHOOOOOM—!!
A massive burst of invisible kinetic energy blasted forward, slamming into Tezcatlipoca's chest—
But he didn't dodge. He couldn't. Instead—he embraced it.
"Let's go then—mutual destruction!"
He threw both hands up. A globe of shifting black smoke and cursed magic formed above Yoda—a dark, grinding orb of dense Mayan force, humming with malicious pressure. It dropped instantly, seeking to crush Yoda from above.
But Yoda's hand was already raised. [Tutaminis.]
He absorbed the incoming globe, his palm flickering with light as the crushing energy was siphoned, condensed, redirected—and with a twist of his fingers— He hurled it back.
The globe struck Tezcatlipoca mid-chest, blasting him across the cracked floor in a shower of purple flame and shattered feathers.
Tezcatlipoca rolled once, twice—then skidded to a halt. Smoke hissed off his armor. Then… He laughed. Low at first. Then louder. Fiercer. Wild.
"YESSS!!" he shouted, eyes blazing. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
"Any other Force ability in that little green body of yours?! Come on! Give me more!"
"I want to feel EVERYTHING the Jedi Order's been hiding for the last thousand years!"
But before his speech even finished — Yoda vanished.
A blur of green and golden light shot forward—faster than lightning .
Yoda had activated Force Valor to its absolute maximum, pushing the limits of his mind, body, and spirit beyond mortal scale. His small frame shimmered with radiant energy, the Force itself bending around him, like a second skin of light and velocity.
He dropped low, feet skimming the cracked stone, and shifted into a stance that had no name in the archives. Juyo-Kai. The Form of the Unyielding Spirit.
A hybrid discipline born from centuries of insight, it fused the unrelenting aggression of Juyo with the absolute control of Soresu. It demanded serenity in the midst of fury—a constant balance between chaos and clarity.
And now—Yoda moved like a tempest.
Sparks exploded across the field as his lightsaber tore through the air with impossible precision.
His form was a whirlwind of green fire, dashing in, retreating, striking, defending, striking again—every movement flowing seamlessly into the next.
He was everywhere at once.
Tezcatlipoca grinned, then gasped—as a second slash nearly reached his chest.
CLANG—! He barely dodge it, stumbling backward. He didn't have time to react again. So— He improvised.
With a snarl, he pulled something from beneath his war pelt. A green kyber crystal , —the same one he had taken from the Jedi Temple vault nine years ago.
He jammed it into the tip of his broken Mayan staff, the relic instantly pulsing with unstable energy.
A crude weapon—half-saber, half-wand—but it lit. SCHHHZZZHHH—!!
A bladed staff of wild green energy surged to life, flickering with raw, untamed power.
Their weapons met. CRACK—BOOOM—SSSHHHHHK—!!
Yoda pressed in. But now—Tezcatlipoca held his ground.
They clashed again, and again—green saber versus green energy staff—shockwaves rippled outward in every direction. .
Then Tezcatlipoca spat between his teeth: "In war… casualties are reasonable. Acceptable."
"Your 'peace without conflict'? It's a farce. A fantasy for fools too scared to grip reality."
Yoda didn't blink. His feet slid back into stance—calm, ready, unwavering.
"Lost… you are." "Yet not in the dark side. You dance around it. Like fire. Perhaps… you represent it."
Tezcatlipoca's smile twisted into a sneer. "Idiot."
With a roar, he summoned a blinding dust storm, sand and ash swirling like razor blades. The ground cracked. The sky darkened. Wind howled around them as visibility dropped to nothing.
Then—a shadow above. Tezcatlipoca came plummeting down from the ceiling of the ruined Temple—using the weight of his own divine momentum, he brought his staff down like a guillotine aimed for Yoda's skull.
But Yoda was faster. He vanished in a green blur, flipping sideways with impossible speed. His saber hissed to life as he moved to slash the War God mid-air.
CLANG—!!
Tezcatlipoca blocked the strike—barely—using both arms to redirect the impact. But in the same instant, he reached forward—his claws aimed at Yoda's heart.
"Got you—!"
WHOOOM—! A Force Wall erupted in front of the Grandmaster—invisible, unbreakable. Tezcatlipoca hit it hard and was stopped mid-air, limbs skidding with the friction of divine energy against Jedi mastery.
He dropped, hit the ground—then bolted. But not Escape .