There are so very many things Obi-Wan Kenobi has to learn about the
modern world and he’s very confused by many of them, confused, but
appreciative.

Not
only in the sense of technical advancement and things he just never
got to learn like how to use the sonic fresher that Qui-Gon had to go
through step by step or teach him how the laundry chute worked.

But
also concept within the order, the culture of the temple, the people
he was introduced to, the overwhelming amount of Force sensitive
people, the general impression they left, the idea of light being
dominant.

That
one leaves a bad taste in his mouth and he’s often gotten into
debates with Qui-Gon about it that basically boiled down to ‘the
council says’ or ‘tradition dictates’ and that leaves an even
worse taste in his mouth to the point he now debates with several of
the more willing council members.

It
tends to leave Obi-Wan with a headache and them looking thoughtful
and bewildered.

He’s
especially confused Yoda as what came from Obi-Wan, came directly
from ancient members of the Je’daii temple, few years before the
first Jedi were formed as Master Viruta could remember the whispers
about a schism a few years before he died.

Talking
about the council, thankfully, they have yet to assign them a mission
as Jedi normally go on according to Master Qui-Gon, because Obi-Wan
has a lot to learn about interacting with people still and skills
that one needs in the modern world that Qui-Gon is doing his best to
teach him.

They
also discovered that Obi-Wan can not read or write modern
galactic basic.

Obi-Wan
has learned the ancient dialects his ghostly family of Je’daii
members has taught him, all three of them at one point working with
him to teach him the alphabet, words and sentences as they wrote with
coals from the fire that kept Obi-Wan warm and Obi-Wan repeated and
learned what they wrote.

So
that became yet another thing Obi-Wan had to learn before he could
learn with the other padawans, a good long month of being taught
before he cautiously entered classes, depending on where his
assessment put him they either placed him with the youngest or his
own age mates.

It was
a bit odd sitting in a room with children half his age, trying to
learn galactic law or making sculptures with the Force.

But
survival classes, dueling, katas and literature now that he knew the
basic was going splendidly for him, though less said about the
writing part of literature and poems the better.

Obi-Wan
did not like writing poems.

He did
like reading them and had spent a full two minutes just staring at
all the selves when Qui-Gon took him to the archive, eyes wide as he
took in how big it was, filled to the brink with information as
Qui-Gon just watched him in fond amusement before gently pulling him
along out of the doorway so he wasn’t in the way for other Jedi

And he
had even managed to make friends in the older classes!

Quinlan
Vos and Bant Eerin were quickly becoming some of his best friends
despite Obi-Wan being a bit socially challenged due to his prolonged
isolation within the Je’daii temple, sometimes missing certain
social cues, especially with Bant as he wasn’t familiar with the
facial expression of a mon calamari.

He was
learning though and making a new home in the Jedi temple, Master
Patia, Viruta and Martiza visiting as often as they possibly could,
making him feel even more at ease in the temple as his family wasn’t
utterly gone.

Not
everyone is as accepting of his presence at Qui-Gon’s side or in
the order though.

Bruck
Chun was a bitter and brute fellow padawan as was Obi-Wan’s title
now, his braid tucked behind his ear and hidden in his shoulder
length hair that Qui-Gon had carefully cut and then braided the
little tail that showed he was a padawan.

“He’s
jealous,” Quinlan had said when Obi-Wan brought the name up as they
settled in to meditate in one of the gardens, popping a green berry
into his mouth that he had snagged from one of the closest bushes.
“He tried to become Jinn’s padawan himself when he was around
twelve but failed and failed badly as Master Jinn wanted nothing
to do with him. He was almost sent away when Knight Krell took him on
and I guess he’s still a jealous little bully twat.” He shrugged
as Obi-Wan watched him in bemusement.

He’d
have to look up what bully and twat was later on he decided before.

Or
maybe ask Qui-Gon.

‘Wouldn’t
hurt, he likes it when I ask questions.’ Obi-Wan mused to him, half
smiling as he felt Qui-Gon’s excitement enter their bond, the older
man clearly up to something.

For
now, Obi-Wan decided that the best he could do was to continue
learning and adapt to the world before he decided what his path in
this galaxy was, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself sink into
the Force with a soft exhale.