Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"

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"Remember, the Force is an ally, but so are your wits and hands," he whispered to himself, recalling the wise words of his instructor back at the Jedi temple.
Today, he was using a survival knife that had been gifted to him by

After preparing the wood, Braze turned to the bow drill technique, which required no flint or steel, just friction. Holding the fireboard steady with his foot, he wrapped the bowstring around a wooden spindle, which he then set into a notch in the fireboard. He used a stone to apply downward pressure on the spindle while moving the bow back and forth with determined strokes.
Soon, his arms ached and sweat trickled down his forehead. Yet, he pressed on. Wisps of smoke began to emerge, followed by a couple of fleeting sparks. Excitement surged through him. "This could be it," he thought.
Carefully, he transferred one of the promising sparks to his nest of finely chopped kindling. He leaned in to blow gently, encouraging the spark to ignite into a flame. Once, twice, a third time he blew. But despite his best efforts, the spark flickered out, extinguishing any hope for fire this round.
Sighing in disappointment, he took a moment to absorb the lesson. As useful as the Force was, there were instances where basic survival skills could make the difference between life and death. And mastering those skills often came with their share of failures and humbling moments.
With that in mind, Braze meticulously began setting up for another attempt, mentally cataloging what he'd learned from this initial failure. After all, the journey to becoming a Jedi wasn't just about mastering the Force; it was also about mastering oneself.