Chapter 43

In Anakin's memory, Tatooine had no better day than today. Although the warm Gemini sun is still exposed in the sky, it can't burn his skin. Under the breeze, there is no uncomfortable dust in the past; He sped through the crowded streets and alleys of Mos Espa.

Don't be afraid of those vicious star smugglers anymore.

Only when the fresh morning air hit him in the face could he confirm that all this was free; He was far away from voto and its small shop, far away from the unforgettable past.

Only when he passed the pile of simple houses in MOS Espana did he relax his steps and look at it with some sadness; All his friends were there, and they were slaves. Sometimes when some fate had to face happened, he could only look at it sadly.

As long ago, the little girl named 'AMI' and her mother.

Soon Anakin quickened his pace and ran to his house; Shi MI was waiting outside her house. She tied her hair into the back of her head and decorated it with silver metal ornaments. This adds some vivid colors to her. Her dress is usually simple, but she smiles very well today.

"Anakin, slow down!" she said with a smile. "There's no need to worry about moving."

"But I'll worry about you if you're here!" Anakin looked at her seriously, with some unspeakable fear in his eyes.

Shi Mi's heart was a little astringent. She pressed his head into her arms and whispered, "it's okay, everything has passed." Shi Mi clearly felt his fear. Tatooine's life was not as comfortable as it seemed. Since Anakin realized it, he had a deep fear.

It was the fate of fear of separation and attachment to her.

This fear peaked when he was seven, and they almost lost each other.

"It's all right, Anakin. You have the courage to protect me, don't you?" Shi Mi said softly, trying to figure out his face. "Go and buy some fruit! I heard your teacher has guests."

"Well, there are two Jedi warriors with lightsabers hanging around their waists, the one you know." Anakin jumped down from her arms with expectant eyes. "Then I'll go first."

He pulled out his feet and ran, brisk like a young deer. Whenever he met smugglers and mercenaries looking for trouble, he would show the light blade handle around his waist, so that no one would stop him without eyes.

"I want to protect myself and my mother," Anakin remembered what he said to Chen ang a few weeks ago. "My strength will protect those cherished and do the right thing."

"You're good," Chen ang praised him, and then a terrible beating, "but you need real strength and, of course, wisdom, otherwise you won't be stupid enough to say these words now!"

Anakin remembered that he was knocked to the ground without resistance. Chen ang held a wooden sword and said to him, "how capable and how responsible you are, and your sense of responsibility is so great, you must urgently need strength. Now, get up and practice this sword technique three hundred times!"

These trainings are not useless. At least now Anakin is fierce enough to scare off those villains who look for trouble, and his light blade is sharp enough.

But Chen ang said to him, "you lack murderous spirit."

Anakin asked him how to be murderous. Chen ang replied, "when you have a helpless fear and sadness in your heart and an anger that makes you wave a sword for love, you naturally have these. You are not decisive enough, but you still lack some experience."

"Some experiences that can make you firmly pick up the sword."

Anakin quickly took the sweet fruit from an old woman. Suddenly, he heard the noise behind him, and even the sound of women crying.

"What's the matter?" Anakin said strangely, with a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if the scene three years ago had reappeared.

"Slave hunting." the old woman who hurriedly put away the stall told him, "find a place to hide. The damn star pirates are coming again. They take guns and suppressors and catch whoever they want. Many people have been robbed like this, and there has been no news from their families ever since."

Anakin ran away. He was as fast as a leopard and as fast as his family. Along the way, he saw many scenes of distress, but he was always willing to help others. He didn't dare to stop. An unspeakable fear tightened his heart.

At the corner of the door, he saw something that made his heart explode. It was a small silver hairpin that had just stayed on his mother's head.

"No!!!" Anakin shouted. His eyes began to blur. He rushed to the warm home and looked around in panic. Everything seemed intact. There was only a warm shadow, his most precious thing, disappeared without a trace.

"Mom..." he couldn't help shouting. He angrily lifted the handle of the light blade and stood at the door shouting.

"Run, Anakin, your mother has been taken away by Jabba's men. Go and find someone to save her!" his neighbor titi cronella shouted at him from the door.

A tall, ferocious creature suddenly grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground, "look! I found a fish in the net. Ha ha!"

With a ferocious smile and a ferocious alloy knife, he came towards Anakin.

Anakin's eyes were cold and cold, which made it a little uneasy. He trembled and raised the hilt in his hand. Uncontrollable anger, regret and surging in his heart, "when there is a helpless fear and sadness in your heart, and an anger makes you wave a sword for love, you will know what to do."

Chen Ang's instructions made him break the last string in his mind. The hot light blade in his hand waved fiercely, with unprecedented determination and determination. He kept Chen Ang's teaching in mind, and the light blade in his hand hit the weakest part of its alloy knife.

With the force and energy, it was forced to reveal its flaws, and then the storm attack. The light blade crossed an arc and cut its limbs with Anakin's roar.

The blazing energy swept over its limbs. Anakin picked it up and grabbed it in his hand. An alloy claw stopped in front of his eyes. "Where did you take my mother?"

The pirate wailed and didn't answer, and then he got a more terrible treatment. The severe pain made his brain suddenly clear. "They're going to the gate!" he screamed.

Anakin dropped his body, waved the light blade of his right hand and cut off his head. He took a sorry look at titi cronella. After seeing her stand up in pain, he hurried to the city gate.

Along the way, tears burst into her eyes. She may have disappeared, may have been injured and killed, and may be afraid now. These fear thoughts made Anakin unable to bear, so he had to hold the light blade in his hand more tightly.

Until he saw the shadow and the warm and familiar figure, she crowded in the crowd and was roughly pushed and staggered by the mercenaries. For a while, Anakin saw clear fear from her face, and the shock made him unable to move for a time.

He had never seen his mother afraid. For him, she was always a symbol of calm. For a moment, she revealed her lifelong fear to him.

When she saw him, the crazy look immediately disappeared from her eyes. There was only a deep worry and heartache. "Go!" she silently made a mouth for him.

But Anakin didn't listen to her this time. He pulled out the light blade in his hand and was coerced by the crowd. He was close to the group of pirates. Shi Mi's concern was getting deeper and deeper. Her anxiety seemed to overflow her eyebrows. She looked at him desperately, but could do nothing to look at him and approached the crowd step by step.

Shi Mi suddenly closed his eyes, resolutely rushed towards the pirates and attacked them fiercely.

"No!" Anakin shouted. He couldn't watch her die like this.

A big hand pressed his shoulder, and a familiar voice came from his ear, "I taught you how much ability and responsibility you have, and you don't seem to take it to heart!"

The stern voice and repressed anger did not make Anakin afraid. He was very happy and cried. He held the big hand and said anxiously, "teacher, help her!"