What if Anakin Perfected ALL Lightsaber Forms During The Clone Wars? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video.
Anakin takes a deep breath and grips his lightsaber tightly. He then steps forward and swings his weapon at an imaginary foe, imagining Dooku standing before him. Their previous fight on Geonosis plays through his mind once again as he recalls how fast Dooku seemed despite his advanced age.
Despite being over three times as old as him, nothing seemed to have dulled Dooku’s reflexes. His movements were like a viper, swift and sudden, already having trapped him before he even made his move.
As the imaginary duel plays out, Anakin can already picture Dooku, intercepting his strikes and then driving him back. Before he even realizes it, his lightsaber slips from his hand and drops to the ground.
Cursing, Anakin bends down to pick it up. He needs to get stronger and faster if he is going to survive. He keeps telling himself that and fails to notice the Jedi approaching.
Obi-Wan: Anakin, I sense much turbulence in you, my young Padawan.
Anakin: Master, I was just training.
Quilan: Indeed, we saw you when you started. That was hours ago. Get some rest, Skywalker. You’ve earned it. You need it with your injury.
Anakin: It is because of my injury that I can’t rest. How long will it be until I have to face Dooku again? I need to be ready.
Obi-Wan: Anakin, you acquitted yourself admirably in that fight. Dooku is one of our best, you will not become a master swordsman overnight.
Quinlan: Not to mention, the Count’s fighting style is designed for lightsaber duels, Djem So is ill-suited for that kind of combat.
Anakin: I know, believe me I know.
He takes a deep breath and finds himself thinking long and hard about that. With the Clone Wars breaking out. One thing would become very clear, and that is they will be fighting more than ever. That means they will encounter situations that the Jedi aren’t used to and they will need to be ready.
The Battle of Geonosis was a sharp lesson in that. Two hundred Jedi would have been enough to handle most situations, yet it didn’t stop them from being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the droids. If Anakin is to survive, then he will need to train. Not just in Djem So or Makashi. He would need to learn it all so he can cover all his weaknesses.
But Anakin refuses. He won’t allow himself to be outmatched again. If Dooku can master Makashi, then he will master it too. And more.
He watches as Cin Drallig, one of the Order’s greatest swordsmen, demonstrates Soresu’s defensive sequences. Anakin mimics the movements, absorbing them like a sponge, but impatience burns inside him. He doesn’t want to defend. He wants to overwhelm. When Cin offers to explain to him his experiences, Anakin politely refuses and says he has other lessonsp.
Cin: This form focuses on endurance, Skywalker. It’s not about overpowering your enemy. It’s about outlasting them.”
Anakin nods but his mind races ahead, thinking about Ataru’s acrobatics, Niman’s balance, Juyo’s raw aggression. He spends hours studying different forms, training with Jedi Masters, sparring against droids, consuming everything the Archives have on lightsaber combat. But he doesn’t absorb their philosophies—only their movements.
His training intensifies. Day and night, he pushes himself, blending forms, layering his techniques, but never truly refining them. He spars with Jedi of all skill levels, challenging them, forcing himself into duels that test his adaptability. He wins most, loses some. But each loss stings, fueling his obsession.
And then, the war calls him back to the battlefield.
On a Separatist-held world, the city streets burn as blasterfire rages around them. Anakin carves through battle droids, weaving between styles, testing his newfound versatility. Against these droids, it is of little issue as they fall like wheat to the scythe.
Against MagnaGuards, it’s harder. Their electrostaffs meet his blade and his shifting techniques begin to falter as the droids stand, relentless and aggressive. One strike slips through his guard, slicing across his shoulder. He abandons precision for raw strength.
Then, Ventress appears.
Her twin red sabers ignite, casting a menacing glow on her face.
Ventress: I can smell your desperation, Skywalker, you reek of uncertainty.
Anakin tightens his grip. He falls into Djem So, launching into an aggressive flurry, but Ventress is ready. She crosses her lightsaber and lets him batter himself against her before starting to slow down. Seeing strength failing, he shifts to Makashi, attempting to outmaneuver her and pierce her defenses. His footwork is off. His blade hesitates between forms, uncertain.
This allows her to prepare against these attacks. A kick to his ribs sends him stumbling back. Her sabers flash in a crimson whirlwind. Anakin defends, shifting to Soresu, but his blocks are inefficient, rushed as he tries
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