Most of the corridors had fallen still hours ago. The usual hum of footsteps and conversation had been replaced by the faint mechanical sounds of the Temple settling into the late hours. The training rooms should have been empty.

Usually, they were.

But apparently, Anakin Skywalker had never learned the meaning of enough for today.

The doors to the training room slid open, revealing the familiar sight of the polished floor, practice remotes, weapon racks, and the soft glow of the overhead lights.

Anakin was already inside. His brown outer robe had been discarded somewhere near the wall, leaving him in his fitted Jedi tunic as he stood in the center of the room, spinning his lightsaber lazily through his hand.

He glanced toward the doorway. A smirk immediately appeared on his face.