Kito stood in only a pair of water proof, skin tight shorts. He was atop a small platform, suspended from the ceiling of the large training room, with only a single ladder in place for transport up and down. The only other option was to jump from the platform, and that would mean landing in a deep pool of water that one could barely see the bottom of. Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, Kito had yet to decide, but he was certainly planning on jumping into that pool. Only days before he had been given permission to receive a training holocron of his choosing. Kito had spent a full twenty-four hours thinking upon which power he wished to learn, and came to the decision that breath control would be the best choice. From the moment he got his hands on the holocron, to the moment he started climbing the ladder to where he was now, he had studied the holocron’s contents and prepared himself how the holocron dictated. Now it was time to learn the practical use of the power. One could be educated in a power, but not be able to use it. Kito wanted to use it, and use it well. Without a moment of hesitation, Kito closed his eyes, lifted his chin, and leaned forward until his weight carried him from the platform. He plummeted down, only forming a spear with his arms and legs at the last moment so that he sliced into the water rather than hit it. Suddenly only water surrounded Kito, who relaxed his form and began to simply float in a stasis like way. His eyes remained close, as he needed to concentrate. He could hold his breath for a while, being a very healthy, above average teenager, but not as long as what he could with breath control. Within a minute, Kito’s lungs began to ache. The first step was to clear one’s mind, and reject panic and any wills aside from holding one’s breath. Kito fought the panic rising in his gut as his lungs ached. The will to breath was strong, but he had to be stronger. The Jedi Code and the repetition of it within Kito’s mind calmed him, stripping the panic from himself and casting it aside. Having dealt with the panic, Kito firmly set his will in stone that he would hold his breath, and that air was irrelevant. His body and mind slowly began to listen, but even then, it wouldn’t stop him from drowning. The first step was, however, completed.