The next time Nara revealed herself to the waking world was under a cry for help that thundered through the Force, a plea that roused her from slumber's gentle grasp. Her little boy was in peril, an insidious whisper that galvanized her being. With an urgency that brooked no delay, her faithful sabers flew to her beckoning call.

She rose, a figure of calm determination clothed in night's shadows, her hair a black cascade that brushed her shoulders as she lunged forward with the supple grace of a panther. The trail of her boy's essence was vivid in her senses; the Force served as her beacon, guiding her leaps and sprints, an ethereal dance across the city's skyline.

Through the narrow vein of an alley and over the crest of cloud-kissing buildings, she traveled until the scene laid itself bare before her—a tableau of struggle against a monstrous sludge. Her eyes homed in on the fray, where Midoriya, her young boy, clawed futilely at the oozing malice that had ensnared someone in its vile embrace. A hiss escaped her lips, sabers drawn with a bristling hum of energy as instinct overruled thought.

Around her, the stunned chorus of the bystanders swelled. "Oh, look, it's the Jedi!" In their eyes, she was a myth-given form, a figure of legends breathlessly recited in whispered tones. They knew her as the Force Hero, Jedi, or the Chosen Hero Princess—titles loaded with grandeur, yet little understanding of the burden they carried.

Her presence was a siren's call, and the sludge villain turned its grotesque eyes upon her, baring rows of serrated teeth in a grotesque imitation of a grin. "Ah, a new little toy... How nice, you look nice, too, little woman," it jeered, and though revulsion clawed at her insides, Nara held her ground. Calm enveloped her mind, sharpening her focus, and with a burst of velocity that blurred the world around her, she cleaved the creature from its prey.

The boy, now freed but unconscious, was cradled in her arms—a fleeting tenderness revealed. Turning to Izuku, she commanded with authority that left no room for doubt, "Take care of our little friend while I finish this scum off." And with unspoken trust, Izuku obeyed, safeguarding the fallen beside a remnant of pavement.

The villain was no match for Nara's relentless onslaught. Within moments, it was reduced to nothing more than a slimy residue sealed within a bottle—a prison befitting its form. She greeted the crowd's awe with an elegant bow, a gesture etched with respect before approaching Izuku and the blonde-haired boy.

"Here you go," she said, the timbre of her voice a comforting tenor as she ruffled Izuku's untamed locks. Her gaze softened at the sight of the other boy, her hands hovering over him, a breath away from flesh yet suffused with the healing pulse of the Force. His chest rose and a gasp escaped his lips as verdant eyes burst open, gazing into the deep pools of Nara's own.

"There you go, kid," she whispered, a promise of safety wrapped in her words. To Izuku, she offered a slip of paper, the gateway to her aid. "Call me if there's any more trouble with this one. I'll be in reach."

A final salute to the boys—an assurance of her presence beyond the visible—and then she was gone, receding into the heart of the city, her departure a specter of swiftness that shared no goodbye, leaving the boys in the silent aftermath of her heroism, etching her image into their young lives as the unerring, the unmistakable Jedi.

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The cool evening breeze blew gently, ruffling Nara's hair as she perched on the edge of the rooftop. Humming a soft tune, her thoughts were lost in the pages of her worn book. As the twilight cast its soothing hues across the city, her eyes caught sight of a familiar face amidst the bustling street below.

Izuku.

He was accompanied by a tall, enigmatic stranger, an enigmatic figure that piqued Nara's curiosity. A tender smile graced her lips as she watched her friend, the vibrant warmth of his emotions painting a vivid picture of joy in her mind. The vibrant hue of their aura revealed the depths of their happiness, their soul a beacon of warmth in the encroaching darkness.

As the world continued to bustle beneath her, Nara's mission grew clear. She gently closed her book, tucking it securely in her bag before rising to her feet. With the grace of a dancer, she approached the edge of the rooftop, her cloak billowing dramatically in the breeze.

As if weightless, Nara stepped forward, leaping into the open air. A calm certainty filled her as she plummeted toward the ground, her figure a specter of mystery descending from the heights of the city to reunite with her friend.

A startled cry erupted from Izuku's throat as the familiar figure of Nara materialized beside him, her sudden appearance causing his eyes to widen in surprise. The man at his side, still reeling from the shock of her unconventional entrance, gazed at the enigmatic newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

Nara's soft chuckle broke the tense silence that had fallen over the trio, her warmth a balm to the confusion that swirled around them. With a respectful bow of her head, she greeted the man with a welcoming smile, her outstretched hand a gesture of kindness amidst the bewilderment. "Nice to meet you, sir," she said. "I'm Nara."

The man, still grappling with the impossibility of the situation, struggled to reconcile the fragility of her form with the incomprehensible strength she exuded. Nara couldn't help but notice the conflict playing out across his features, a storm of admiration, concern, and sheer confusion raging behind his eyes.

In an attempt to quell his fears, Nara offered a reassuring smile, her words a testament to her remarkable abilities. "Don't worry, sir," she said, her voice imbued with the confidence born of experience. "I'm just fine. A fall like that won't kill a powerful girl like myself."

Her declaration seemed to offer a small measure of relief to the man's burdened mind, his thoughts gradually coalescing into a semblance of understanding. Despite the lingering questions and uncertainties, one truth became abundantly clear: there was far more to this enigmatic young Jedi than met the eye.

"I don't understand you, dear, but that was quite a long fall, even I wouldn't have been able to manage it," All Might stuttered, his voice a blend of concern and confusion.

Unfazed by his bewilderment, Nara smiled warmly, shaking her head and pulling the edges of her cloak tighter around her. "Well, where are you off to at such early hours, I mean, the sun has barely risen," she said, her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Izuku, feeling a bit sheepish under the scrutiny of both his idol and friend, scratched his neck and looked at All Might, who merely shrugged in response. "Umm, we're going to train for the entrance exam, you know, for U.A.," he mumbled, his words trailing off awkwardly.

The air around them hung heavy with uncertainty, yet Nara remained undaunted, her bright smile a beacon in the dim morning light.

"I understand," Nara said with a soft hum, her tone light and playful. "Can I tag along?"

All Might began to stutter and sigh, his demeanor shifting to one of resignation. "Yes, of course, just... just don't tell your friends," he said, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Nara couldn't help but chuckle. "What friends?" she quipped, gesturing towards the rising sun. "She's all I've got."

Her words seemed to strike a chord with the tall, blonde man, who had now reverted to his slimmer form. A twinge of guilt crept into his expression as he sighed. "You have us now, ma'am," he replied, his tone earnest.

Nara smiled warmly, the tenderness in her voice unmistakable. "I know," she said, a sense of contentment washing over her.