Chapter 1: "A New Force Awakens in the Hidden Leaf"
John Anthony woke up face-down in the dirt.
His first thought: This isn't my apartment.
His second: Why can I feel... everything?
The scent of pine needles, the quiet rustle of trees, the sound of distant birds — it was like the world itself was whispering to him. And underneath it all… something deeper. A current. Like a river flowing beneath reality.
He sat up and looked around.
This feels like a dream. But it's way too real.
He focused, and a small rock nearby trembled — then slowly rose into the air, floating in place. No hands. Just a thought. A feeling.
"...No way." He stared. "The Force?"
It was then that a blur of orange caught his eye, zipping through the trees.
"Believe it!" a loud, obnoxiously confident voice rang out.
John's heart nearly stopped. "...Was that Naruto?!"
Suddenly, shuriken whistled through the air toward him.
With no time to think, John raised his hand — and the blades froze midair.
"Holy hell... I just Force-stopped ninja shuriken."
Three black-clad figures emerged from the trees — bandits or missing-nin, maybe. They charged, and John reacted without thought, driven by instinct and something deeper.
He swept his arm. Whooom!
A pulse of energy blasted the attackers off their feet.
They hit the ground hard, groaning.
John stood there, breath steady, palm still glowing faintly with invisible power.
This… this isn't just some Star Wars dream. I'm here. For real. And this is the Force. Like Galen…
He touched the hilt hanging at his side — a compact metallic cylinder he hadn't noticed until now. It pulsed in sync with his heartbeat.
He activated it.
Snap–hiss. A brilliant blue blade of plasma burst to life.
"I need a name," he whispered, looking into the glow.
"Not my old one. Not anymore."
He thought of the one who'd inspired him — someone whose story ended too soon. Someone torn between darkness and light… but who found redemption.
"From now on," he said, gripping the hilt tightly,
"...call me Galen Anthony."