Clack!
Clack~!!
A heavy, rhythmic set of footsteps echoed through this busy corridor in the Jedi Temple. From the sound alone, it was easy to tell that whoever was making them was heading somewhere with purpose. They were nothing like the irregular steps of someone wandering aimlessly, speeding up and slowing down, growing lighter and heavier at random.
Clack! Clack!!
The footsteps continued. Along the way, many Jedi and Jedi apprentices in the corridor saw the approaching figure. Once they realized it was the bald man in brown robes, they instinctively stopped, turned toward him, and bowed respectfully.
The man did not stop or return their greetings. He continued striding forward, briskly and resolutely.
Without a doubt, some of the bizarre logic that a certain troublesome little girl blurted out without thinking could sound completely absurd at times. But the facts often proved her "unfiltered childish remarks" absolutely right!
For example, she had once said that being bald increased your spell critical chance, that only bald people could be bosses, that all bald people were bad guys, and that bald people were the strongest of all.
And now, Mace Windu, hurrying through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, was a dark-skinned, bald big brother who also happened to be the Jedi Order's foremost master and one of its finest lightsaber duelists. He was living proof of some of that little girl's claims!
Maybe the power of his shiny bald head really was working?
That was why Mace Windu was always a little different from ordinary Jedi Masters. His bald head had apparently endowed him with outstanding intelligence, rich experience, decisive action, and a word that carried weight. He was also a genuine senior member of the Jedi High Council, respected and admired by all. He had joined the Council at