Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 16 — Asura Path

Kyle stood on the balcony of the penthouse suite with both hands gripping the railing while the wind from the city tugged at his hair. "Okay... okay yeah, this feels incredible," he murmured while a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He turned back inside and walked to the wardrobe where his clothes hung in neat rows, he immediately went for the simple tunic and pants. "Back to the classics," he said while pulling them on. He draped his cloak over his shoulders dramatically because, honestly, if he had a cloak, he was going to use it. He checked his reflection in the mirror where his eyes still glowed faintly from the Asura Path. "Oh yeah," he whispered, leaning closer, "that is sick."

He threw one last glance at Zarni sleeping soundly in the bed, her legs tangled in the sheets. "Sleep tight," he whispered. Then he slipped out the door, took the private turbolift down, qnd ignored the lobby attendant's nod because Kyle was currently in the "man with a mission" mindset.

Outside in the cool night air, he hailed a speeder cab and slid inside. "Lower levels," he said, pointing downward. "The sketchy part. The really sketchy part." The driver gave him a look, but Kyle just smiled. The cab descended into darker districts. When they reached the cracked walkway of an abandoned industrial zone, Kyle tossed the driver a credit chip. "Keep the change."

He pulled his cloak tighter and walked through a maze of alleys until he reached a derelict warehouse whose doors hung from broken hinges. He stepped inside, breathing in the scent of dust and old metal. "Perfect horror-movie location," he said. "Exactly what I need." He scanned the space with his Rinnegan and saw no one inside except for discarded crates and debris. He walked to the center and stood still.

"Alright... Asura Path test run," he said, flexing his fingers. "Please don't blow my arm off."

He raised his right arm, channeled chakra, and felt panels slide open along the skin as mechanical structures unfolded. His eyes widened with childlike awe. "No way. NO WAY. I AM ACTUALLY A CYBORG RIGHT NOW." He extended his arm further and watched as it stretched several feet. "Holy shit!!!" he shouted before retracting it. "Okay, note to self: Deva Path is push and pull. This? This is body modification on steroids."

He decided to mix the Force into the equation, because why wouldn't he? He bent his knees and launched upward with a Force-enhanced jump before activating thrusters in his feet. "Oh COME ON, I can hover now?!" he laughed as he floated for a moment. "I LOVE THIS UNIVERSE." He landed with a thud. "Right. But chakra consumption sucks. We fix that later."

Weapon tests came next. He opened a compartment in his right forearm and a chakra cannon formed. He fired a concentrated beam at a crate, obliterating it. "Boom!" he shouted, pumping a fist. He fired a weaker shot that only scorched the floor. "Adjustable output. Nice.'"

He pulled another crate toward himself with Almighty Pull and blasted it point-blank. "Oh yeah, that combo is nasty," he said.

He shaped a blade out of his elbow and swung it experimentally. "Lightsaber 2.0, except I can't drop this one." He flicked the blade away and it retracted neatly. "I could do this all day."

He sat down briefly. "Man... this is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me," he said softly. "Transmigrated into Star Wars with Force powers and a Rinnegan? I swear if this is a coma dream, don't wake me up. Ever."

He stood again and conjured five shadow clones. "Okay boys! Try not to kill me. Actually no, go ahead, give it your best shot."

The first clone lunged with a chakra punch. Kyle formed armor plating on his arm and blocked it with a satisfying clang. "He the. extended his arm into a harpoon, hooked the clone, and slammed it down. It burst into smoke. Another clone boosted itself with chakra. Kyle shot upward with thrusters to meet it mid-air. "Oh no you don't!" he shouted, firing a chakra bullet that popped it. The remaining clones attacked with deva pulls and thrown chakra rods. Kyle grinned.

He opened his torso, revealing a missile launcher. "SURPRISE!" Two guided projectiles streaked across the warehouse and blew apart two clones. "Tracking missiles. HA!"

The last clone tried to flank him. Kyle formed two extra arms that sprouted from his sides and blocked every blow. "Heh! Didn't think I could do that, did you?" He grabbed the clone with a mechanical arm and slammed it into the floor. It vanished in smoke. "Well he probably did considering they know everything I know."

Kyle bent over, panting. "Oh man... I could fight forever. This is INSANE."

BOOM

Then the warehouse doors burst open and a group of eight thugs stormed in with blasters and vibro-knives. Their leader pointed at Kyle. "Hey! You don't belong—"

Kyle raised a finger. "Hold that thought. I'm about to try something." Then he cracked his knuckles but it sounded extremely loud and metallic. "Okay Let's do this."

"Take him down!" the leader yelled.

Kyle opened his right arm into a chakra cannon and dodged a blaster bolt with a Force-enhanced sidestep. "Too slow!" he said as he fired, sending a thug flying with a smoking hole in his chest. 

Two more thugs closed in. Kyle grew an extra arm that blocked a vibro-knife with metal plating. "Nope!" he said cheerfully as he extended his main arm into a harpoon and hooked the man's leg. He yanked him up and slammed him down. He then Force-pulled the second thug's blaster and crushed it.

Another thug charged, but Kyle fired his thrusters and blasted forward, driving a chakra-enhanced punch into the man's jaw. "Good NIGHT!" he called as teeth scattered across the ground and so did his body. Three more thugs tried to flank him.

'Almighty Push'

They were all sent crashing into the wall, their spine snapping in half as they were turned into mere paste against the wall. One got close enough to punch him in the torso, but Kyle formed armor plating and laughed. "Dude..." He opened his chest compartment and fired a chakra blast that blew the man apart. "Damn that felt very Iron man-like."

The thugs weren't done however as blaster fire rained toward him from behind. Kyle grew an extra torso segment and used spinning blades from his elbows to deflect the bolts. "I swear I should join Cirque du Soleil after this."

He severed one thug's arm with a blade, grabbed another with a mechanical arm, and slammed him into the floor. Chakra bullets from shoulder guns riddled the last two. Kyle retracted everything and exhaled. "Holy CRAP that was AWESOME... I need a drink and maybe a nap."

He had killed all of the thugs, but he felt pretty drained of chakra, even if awakening his asura path gave him a good boost it still was woefully undeveloped. Using the asura path though had gone a long way into making his decision to lean more into his chakra abilities than force one's. A chakra master could do anything. Orochimaru himself said rhat there were an infinite number of handsigns that could be used in an infinite number of ways, though the force was still a powerful weapon so he would still train with it; the Rinnegan was however a bigger priority. He walked toward the door while talking to himself. "Okay. New plan. Train daily. Build chakra. Combine Force and Rinnegan until I'm unstoppable. Then crush anyone whi gets in my way."

He rubbed his chin, Rinnegan swirling as he considered the bodies the way a sculptor might study raw stone. "Time for the next phase," he said to the empty space. "Path of Pain, human edition."

He crouched beside the Nikto leader, whose leg still had near enough been removed. He formed a new chakra rod between his fingers, longer and thicker than the ones he had used on Stuart the rat. The rod pulsed violet, thin rings of chakra rotating along its length. "Basic process is the same," he muttered. "Insert rod, flood chakra, overwrite nervous system, boom, puppet. Should be easy with a bigger brain."

He pressed the rod against the base of the Nikto's skull. Chakra surged. The body jerked once, eyes snapping open, mouth gaping in a silent scream. For a heartbeat Kyle felt the connection form, the faint tug of another mind trying to link, and then the body convulsed violently. Veins blackened under the skin. The rod overheated, cracked, and shattered. The corpse went limp again, smoke curling from the entry wound.

Kyle sat back on his heels. "Huh. Overloaded the pathways. Too much chakra too fast."

He moved to the next body, a human with half his chest missing from the cannon. This time he used a thinner rod and fed chakra in slow pulses. The corpse twitched, fheir fingers curling, but the eyes stayed glassy. After ten seconds the rod began to melt, dripping molten chakra onto the floor like wax.

"Okay, not enough juice that time," Kyle said, scratching his head. "Goldilocks rules apply, apparently."

On the Third try he split the difference and used a moderate flow. The body sat up. Kyle felt the link snap into place, stronger than with the rat. The corpse turned its head toward him with a grinding noise, mouth opening and closing like a broken droid. Kyle grinned.

"Yes! Come on, baby, walk for papa—"

The head exploded. Brain matter splattered across Kyle's jacket in a warm spray. The body flopped backward, rod still protruding from the ruined skull.

Kyle stared for a long second, then burst out laughing. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

He spent the next hour cycling through the remaining corpses, tweaking chakra density, rod placement, even trying different insertion points, spine, heart, temples. Every single attempt ended the same way: brief animation followed by catastrophic system failure. One body managed to stand and take three shambling steps before its torso ruptured like an overfilled balloon. Another simply caught fire from the inside and burned until only charred bones remained.

Eventually he stood in the center of six smoking, ruined husks and let out a long, frustrated breath.

"Okay, screw this," he announced to the empty warehouse. "Human nervous systems are way more fragile than I thought. I'm basically cooking them from the inside. Need way better control, or maybe a different rod composition, or, hell, actual medical knowledge. Note to self: kidnap a doctor."

He kicked one of the corpses out of sheer irritation, then paused, hands on hips again.

"Or just wait until my chakra pool is big enough to brute-force it. Either way, I'm bored... I'll get back to this another time, not like a I need a mean puppet."

He formed the familiar hand seals. Tiger. Crossed fingers. Chakra surged, and this time he pushed hard. Five perfect shadow clones popped into existence around him in puffs of smoke. The effort hit him like a speeder truck; his knees buckled for a second and he had to catch his breath, vision swimming.

"Damn," he wheezed, leaning forward with hands on thighs. "I forgot I was pretty low on chakra."

The clones stretched and cracked their knuckles in unison.

One smirked. "Took you long enough slacker."

Another folded his arms. "Yeah, we were waiting out here in the void while you played Iron Man with the dead guys."

Kyle flipped them off. "Shut up and get to work. We're learning Fire Style today. I remember a few full sequences from the show. Let's see if we can brute-force the rest."

Clone One raised an eyebrow. "You mean the sequences you half-remember from a cartoon you watched when you were twelve?"

"Sixteen," Kyle corrected. "And it was anime, not cartoon. Big difference."

Clone Two snorted. "You're such a weeb."

"If I'm a weeb then so are you, all of you have my memories," Kyle snapped, though he was grinning. "Line up. We're doing the leaf exercise but with fire chakra."

They formed a loose circle. Kyle closed his eyes and reached inward. The Rinnegan gave him decent vision of his own chakra pathways, every tenketsu glowing like stars. He manipulated it easily and managed to move it around without the help of hand signs. 

"Too easy," he muttered.

"Okay, that's the easy part. Now let's try actual jutsu."

He ran through the hand signs he remembered for Great Fireball: Snake, Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. Chakra surged, he inhaled, and...

Nothing.

A pathetic puff of smoke escaped his lips.

The clones burst out laughing.

"Wow," Clone Three wheezed. "That was that the legendary Great Puff of Smoke Technique?"

Kyle flipped him off again. "Shut up, I'm thinking."

He tried again. Same signs. Same result. A tiny ember floated out and died. He sat cross-legged on the floor, clones forming a loose circle around him. "Okay, new plan. We've got perfect control so let's not copy hand signs like trained monkeys. Let's feel the transformation."

Kyle held out his palm and focused on the fire nature once more. He visualized the chakra compressing, heating, shaping itself into a sphere without the crutch of hand signs. A flame flickered to life above his hand, but when he tried to launch it forward as a projectile, the fire simply dissipated into harmless sparks that floated to the ground and died.

"Come on," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. "I can feel the shape. Why won't it hold?"

Clone One watched with arms crossed. "You're trying to invent a new jutsu from scratch on day one. Even Naruto needed a week to get Rasengan and that was an imperfect version."

Kyle shot him a glare. "I'm not Naruto. I've got perfect control and the Rinnegan. I should be able to skip the baby steps."

Clone Two snorted. "Perfect control doesn't mean perfect ninjutsu. You know what the end result looks like, but do you actually understand how the chakra transforms step by step? Like, the exact ratio of compression to heat to spin?"

Kyle opened his mouth, then closed it. He sat back down cross-legged, clones mirroring the motion around him. "Fine. Let's go back to basics. Replicate what we know works, then dissect it."

He started with the simplest fire jutsu he could remember: the Phoenix Flower Jutsu. Smaller fireballs, easier control. He used the signs this time, focusing on how each sign was splitting his chakra into multiple streams, igniting each one, and launching them in sequence. The first attempt produced three weak sparks that fizzled out mid-air. The second managed five small orbs that arced across the warehouse and exploded harmlessly against a wall.

"Okay... that's better," Kyle said. 

They drilled for hours. Phoenix Flower first, refining until Kyle could spit a dozen fist-sized fireballs in rapid succession, each one detonating with enough force to burn duracrete. Next came Fireball Jutsu proper. Kyle inhaled, shaped the chakra in his chest and exhaled. A sphere the size of a speeder tire erupted from his mouth, streaking across the open space and slamming into a support pillar. The impact melted steel and sent molten droplets raining down.

"Yes!" Kyle pumped a fist. "

The clones cheered, then immediately tried to one-up him. Clone Four produced a fireball twice as large that punched straight through the warehouse wall and vanished into the night. Clone Three managed a sustained stream that carved a trench twenty meters long.

Kyle laughed, wiping sweat from his brow. "Okay, okay, we're getting somewhere."

They moved on to Flame Bullet, then Dragon Fire, then finally the big one: Great Fire Annihilation. Kyle stood in the center while the clones spread out. He shaped the chakra slowly, building pressure, compressing it layer by layer until his chest felt like it might burst. Then he exhaled. A wall of flame roared out, ten meters wide and ten high, rolling across the warehouse like a tidal wave. It consumed everything in its path, crates, debris, even the air itself seemed to burn. When it finally dissipated, half the building was gone, open to the night sky.

Kyle dropped to one knee, panting hard. "Holy... crap. That's the one."

The clones whooped and high-fived. Clone One slapped him on the back. "Told you. Stop trying to invent new shit when the classics already rule."

Kyle grinned, standing slowly. "Fair. But now we know the formula. Shape, compress, transform, release. We can tweak from Here and hopefully get down to less hand signs."

"Tomorrow," he said to the smoking ruins. 

(AN: Bit of a training chapter but it's gonna lead into him getting a bigger repertoire of jutsu. But anyway the asura path is kinda broken when you think about it, especially when in the Star Wars universe. Tbh I'm kinda stumped on whether he should make a path of pain for it or keep it for himself. It's just so badass to have. Anyway hope you enjoyed.)