Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 6 - Chakra

Kyle sat cross-legged on the desk in the abandoned office, his eyes closed, his breathing steady. Hours had passed since he had wiped out the gang and freed the slaves. The undercity had gone quiet outside, the usual distant hum of speeders and voices blending into the background. He focused inward, reaching out with both the Force and his newly awakened chakra. His senses expanded as he looked within himself, tracing the flow of energy inside his body. His chakra network was more active than before, the thin streams of energy from yesterday now looking fuller, stronger. He wasn't an expert, but even he could tell the difference. His chakra had at least tripled in size. It moved through his tenketsu with more force, no longer the weak, barely noticeable trickle it had been when he first unlocked it.

He thought back to what he knew about chakra growth. In Naruto, chakra grew naturally as the body matured, and training could accelerate that process. But he hadn't done much besides use it in combat. If his chakra had increased this much overnight, then it meant it had never really stopped growing—only that it had been sealed away. Now that it was unlocked, it was all flooding back at once, catching up with where his body should be. If that was the case, it would keep growing for a while before stabilizing.

That worked in his favor. He needed more chakra. The Rinnegan alone demanded a massive amount of it, and he had barely unlocked its potential. He had only accessed the Deva Path so far, and even that took a lot out of him. If his chakra kept increasing, he'd be able to use more of his abilities, maybe even the other Paths. He smirked at the thought. More power was always a good thing.

But chakra wasn't just about raw power. It could be molded, shaped into techniques—jutsu. He knew that handsigns were used to shape chakra, guiding it into different forms. He remembered watching Naruto as a kid, seeing the different techniques being performed. The problem was, it was just a show. He never actually saw how the chakra was molded inside the body. He only saw the result.

Still, he remembered the handsigns. The sequences were burned into his brain from years of watching. If he could figure out how to mold his chakra the right way, then maybe he could actually use jutsu.

He opened his eyes and raised his hands. He didn't want to start with anything complicated, so he went with the most basic technique he could think of—the Clone Jutsu. It was one of the first things taught in the Academy in the show. Three handsigns: Ram, Snake, Tiger. Simple. He brought his hands together, forming the first sign. He concentrated, channeling chakra through his body, molding it as he moved to the second and third signs. He exhaled, focusing on the image of a perfect copy of himself standing beside him.

Nothing happened.

Kyle frowned, looking around. No clone. Not even a flicker of one. He tried again, repeating the handsigns, putting more effort into it.

Still nothing.

He scowled. "Figures it wouldn't be that easy."

He spent the next few hours practicing, going through the sequence over and over. He slowed down the movements, paying attention to how his chakra shifted inside his body with each sign. He could feel it move, but it wasn't doing what it was supposed to. He tried directing it toward his hands, toward his whole body, but every attempt failed.

Frustration built up, but he kept going. He wasn't going to let something this simple beat him. He focused deeper, trying to understand what was going wrong. Then, after countless attempts, he finally felt it—his chakra wasn't spreading outward the way it should. It was staying inside, unfocused.

He changed his approach. Instead of just forming the signs and willing the jutsu to work, he pushed his chakra outward, splitting it into a second source, trying to form a shape beside him. He moved his hands, focusing entirely on the flow of energy.

Something flickered at the edge of his vision. He looked over and saw a hazy, distorted version of himself standing next to him. It barely lasted a second before vanishing.

Kyle grinned. "There we go."

He kept at it, refining the process, getting closer each time. The key was pushing the chakra outward while performing the handsigns, guiding it into a separate form instead of keeping it contained inside. It took several more attempts, but eventually, a full, albeit slightly faded, copy of himself appeared beside him.

It wasn't perfect, but it was progress.

Kyle crossed his arms, looking at the clone. It had no substance—just an illusion, a projection of his image. "Not bad. Not great, but not bad."

The clone disappeared after a few seconds, and Kyle leaned back on his hands. This was just the beginning. If he could figure out the Clone Jutsu, then that meant he could figure out more. He just had to keep practicing, keep refining how he molded his chakra.

A smirk crept onto his face. The possibilities were endless. Kyle moved and sat on the desk, tapping his fingers against it, running through everything he knew from Naruto. The Clone Jutsu was a good start, but there were two more basic techniques he needed to learn—the Transformation Jutsu and the Substitution Jutsu. The Academy students in the show learned all three before they could even be considered proper shinobi, so he had no excuse to slack on them.

Once he had those down, he'd move on to elemental techniques. Coruscant wasn't exactly an ideal place for water-based jutsu, so he'd probably skip those for now. Lightning, though—that had potential. The planet was a metal jungle, a constant flow of energy and technology. If he could master lightning release, he'd have an advantage in the city's environment.

Fire release was another solid choice. It was destructive, fast, and hard to counter unless someone had water. The undercity was filled with criminals, gangs, and people who wouldn't hesitate to pull a blaster on him. Fire could be a good deterrent. Wind wasn't as urgent—he already had the Force to manipulate the air around him. Maybe he'd still learn a few wind techniques, but they weren't a priority.

Then there was the Rasengan.

Kyle leaned back, smirking. That one was a no-brainer. He already knew the entire step-by-step process for learning it. He had watched it countless times in the show. First, the rotational control, then the power, then the final combination of the two. He didn't have a teacher, but with the Rinnegan, his chakra control was on another level. He could probably figure it out faster than Naruto did.

Of course, he couldn't just focus on chakra. The Force was still a massive part of who he was. He had trained in it his entire life before getting kicked out of the Order, and even if he wasn't a Jedi anymore, that didn't mean he was going to let his skills rot. He needed to keep refining his Force abilities. Telekinesis, precognition, battle meditation—there were so many ways he could grow.

The problem was that training Force abilities without a master was going to be a pain. He had learned everything he knew under the Jedi, and now he didn't have that guidance anymore. If he wanted to improve, he'd have to find another way.

That meant getting his hands on a Holocron.

He added it to his mental list. Somewhere in Coruscant, there had to be a way to get one. Maybe the black market, maybe an old Jedi vault, maybe a shady dealer who didn't ask questions. He'd find one eventually.

Then came the question of dark side abilities.

Kyle tapped his chin. He wasn't exactly itching to end up looking like a wrinkled old ballsack, but there was something undeniably appealing about learning certain Sith techniques. Sith Alchemy in particular caught his interest. The ability to create, manipulate, and enhance living things through the Force? That was some real mad scientist stuff, and he wasn't above experimenting.

But that was something to think about later.

Kyle clapped his hands against his cheeks, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Focus. Future world domination plans later. Basic training now."

He took a deep breath and returned to his chakra exercises. Next up was the Transformation Jutsu. If he remembered correctly, it was a simple concept—manipulate chakra to wrap an illusion over the body, changing the user's appearance to whatever they wanted. The tricky part was maintaining the transformation while moving.

He brought his hands together, forming the Dog → Boar → Ram hand signs. He focused, shaping his chakra outward and picturing himself as a different person. He didn't pick anyone in particular—just an older man, something generic.

He exhaled, pushing the chakra outward.

Nothing happened.

Kyle groaned. "Oh, come on! That should've worked!" He tried again, running through the handsigns once more. He focused harder, pushing his chakra into the technique.

A weak shimmer passed over his body, but it flickered and vanished instantly.

Kyle sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, brain, work with me here." He sat down, closing his eyes as he analyzed the problem. His chakra control was fine, but something wasn't clicking.

Then it hit him.

The chakra had to completely wrap around his body. He was pushing outward, but not all the way. He needed to fully envelope himself in it, not just push a layer over his skin.

He tried again. This time, he focused on spreading the chakra around every inch of his body, making sure it fully connected before shaping it. His form flickered for a second, then solidified into the image he had chosen.

Kyle grinned, looking down at his arms. "Hey, would you look at that? Old man Kyle. Nice."

He dismissed the transformation and moved on. Last one was Substitution Jutsu. This one was about swapping places with an object at the last second. Simple in theory, hard in execution. It required precise chakra timing, moving at the exact moment of impact.

He spent the next few hours practicing, using random crates as his targets. At first, he mistimed the technique, swapping too early or too late. It was frustrating, but after constant repetition, he finally got it.

One moment, he stood in the center of the room. The next, a wooden crate sat where he had been, and he appeared a few feet away, smirking.

"Now that is gonna come in handy."

By the time he finished, the light filtering through the cracks in the building had dimmed. His stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since the previous day.

Kyle stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, that's enough training for now. Time to find some food before I pass out."

He headed out towards the door. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. A door on the far side of the hideout, partially hidden behind a stack of crates. His Rinnegan focused, tracing the faint wear patterns on the floor. It had been used frequently. He walked over and tapped the panel. Locked. He smirked, pulling out one of the splicing kits he had grabbed from the safe earlier. Plugging it into the door's security interface, he cycled through a few override sequences. The lock clicked, and the door slid open with a quiet hiss.

Inside, racks of weapons lined the walls. Blasters, explosives, and even some light armor sets. Kyle grinned. "Well, look at that. Guess I get a parting gift."

He stepped inside, scanning the selection. Most of it was standard underworld gear—nothing fancy, but good enough to be useful. He grabbed a heavy blaster pistol, spinning it in his hand before holstering it under his robe. He picked up a blaster rifle as well, slinging it over his shoulder. Next, he turned to the armor. Most of it was either too bulky or too damaged, but he found a set of light armor that fit well over his robes. It was flexible, offering decent protection without restricting movement. He strapped it on, adjusting the fit.

Then came the extras.

A grapple hook. A few thermal detonators. More splicing kits. Kyle stuffed them into the satchel he had taken earlier, nodding to himself. With his new gear secured, he left the hideout, making his way back toward Zarni's place. The trip was uneventful, and by the time he arrived, the city had settled into its usual nighttime rhythm—dim lights, loud screams, and the occasional distant sound of blaster fire.

Kyle keyed in the entry code Zarni had given him earlier, stepping inside without knocking.

"Yo, Zarni, I'm back—"

Something flew at his face. He caught it without thinking, looking down to see a towel in his hands. His eyes moved up. Zarni stood in the middle of the room, fresh out of the shower, completely naked.

Kyle blinked. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

Zarni grabbed the nearest object—a datapad—and chucked it at him. Kyle ducked, laughing as it hit the wall behind him.

"Ever heard of knocking, dumbass?" she snapped, crossing her arms.

Kyle smirked, tossing the towel onto the couch. "Hey, nothing to be ashamed of. It's a nice view."

Zarni groaned. "I don't wanna hear that from a damn kid."

Kyle grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "Who's a kid?"

She caught it, scowling, then threw it back. Kyle let it hit him as he walked to the fridge, grabbing a drink. He popped the cap off, took a sip, then flopped onto the sofa like he owned the place.

Zarni put her hands on her hips, still standing there completely naked. "I must've missed the sign outside that said free room and board."

Kyle waved a hand lazily. "Ah, come on, Zarni. I've had a busy day."

Zarni grabbed the towel, finally wrapping it around herself. "So I've seen." She grabbed a shirt from a nearby chair, pulling it on. "Did you have to kill the boss?"

Kyle shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "No. But he was pretty disgusting, so I preferred to."

Zarni sighed, rubbing her temples. "Well, the Blood Oracle are very happy with you. You're getting a twenty-thousand credit bonus."

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Really? Just like that?"

"Ten for doing the job fast. Another ten for the boss's head." Zarni grabbed a datapad from the table, tossing it onto the couch next to him. "Payment's being processed."

Kyle leaned back, smirking. "Thirty thousand credits. Nice."

"Twenty-four thousand," Zarni corrected with a wink. "Don't forget my cut."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "How could I?" He pocketed the datapad, making a mental note to check his funds later.

Zarni sat down on the opposite end of the couch, finally relaxing. She glanced at his new gear, raising an eyebrow. "So... what's with all the hardware?"

Kyle stretched his arms out. "They didn't need it anymore."

Zarni snorted, shaking her head. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

Kyle grinned. "I try."

Zarni leaned back. "You sticking around for more work? Got a few jobs lined up."

Kyle shook his head. "Nah. Gonna take a break. Do some scouting. Need some equipment, maybe check out some shipyards."

Zarni whistled. "Big plans, huh?"

Kyle smirked. "Bigger than sitting around here all day."

Zarni rolled her eyes. "Right. So, what, you full time freelancing now?"

Kyle shrugged. "Something like that."

Zarni didn't push further. Instead, she stood up and stretched, cracking her neck. "Alright, hotshot. What's your plan for tonight?"

Kyle's stomach growled loudly. He placed a hand on his gut, groaning. "I was gonna ask what's for dinner. I'm starving."

Zarni grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Go buy your own food, freeloader."

Kyle laughed, dodging it. "Put it on my tab."

Zarni shook her head. "You don't have a tab."

Kyle stood, grabbing his satchel. "Then I'm opening one."

Zarni sighed, shaking her head as he walked toward the door. "You better not get yourself killed before paying me back."

Kyle grinned. "No promises."