Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 4 - The Rinnegan

Kyle sat back on the sofa, tapping his fingers against the armrest as he stared at the blank wall across from him. The Rinnegan was there, in his eyes, plain as day. He could see the swirling purple patterns every time he glanced at his reflection. Yet, despite that, they weren't doing anything. He couldn't access the powers that came with them—not the Deva Path, not the summoning, not even a hint of the sensory abilities they were supposed to grant. He frowned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'How the hell do I even unlock these things?' The problem was, the show hadn't exactly provided a clear roadmap. The number of people who'd awakened the Rinnegan in Naruto could be counted on one hand with fingers left over, and they all had wildly different circumstances. Nagato got them through implantation. Sasuke awakened his through divine intervention, or whatever you'd call Hagoromo's gift. Madara... well, Madara was Madara.

None of those options helped him. He wasn't a ninja, didn't have access to some godly Sage of Six Paths, and nobody was going to implant them into his eyes—they were already there.

Kyle leaned back, crossing his arms. "Alright," he muttered. "Think. I've got them, but I can't use them. Why?"

The idea hit him after a moment of reflection. Maybe the problem wasn't the eyes themselves, but what powered them. The Force was what flowed through his body, what gave him his abilities as a Jedi—or former Jedi—but the Rinnegan wasn't from this universe. It wasn't connected to the Force. It runs on chakra. He straightened up slightly, a faint spark of excitement breaking through his frustration. If the Rinnegan needed chakra, then that was where he needed to focus. He closed his eyes, settling into a meditative position on the sofa. The Force came naturally to him, something he'd worked with for years. He knew how to sense his own body through it, to feel the energy that flowed through him. If he also had a chakra network, then he should be able to find it the same way.

Falling into the Force came easily, the familiar pull of it grounding him as his breathing slowed. Kyle turned his senses inward, focusing on the energy within his own body. He visualized it, like a map laid out before him. The flow of the Force was bright and steady, coursing through his body like a river. And then, beneath it, he felt something else. It was faint, almost dormant, but it was there—a second network of energy, thinner and less intricate than the Force. It connected to nodes, or tenketsu, scattered throughout his body, each one faintly pulsing. His eyes opened slightly in surprise, though his focus remained inward. Chakra. It was unmistakable.

His excitement quickly turned into frustration. The network was there, but it wasn't active. It was like finding a starship with a dead hyperdrive, completely useless. The Force flowed freely through him, but the chakra network felt locked, stagnant. It explained why he couldn't use the Rinnegan yet. It wasn't that they were broken; it was that the energy they needed wasn't even running. Kyle exhaled, coming out of his meditation as he leaned back against the sofa. He stared at the ceiling, running through what he knew. In Naruto, chakra was just part of life. Every kid in the Academy had their chakra unlocked, and they learned to mold it as soon as they could walk. So why was his locked? Maybe it was just the nature of being in the Star Wars universe, frankly, he wasn't going to waste time questioning it.

"What I need is a way to jumpstart the system," he muttered, stroking his chin as he thought. His mind wandered through the possibilities before landing on an idea. A grin spread across his face. The Eight Gates.

He remembered them well from the show. The gates were limiters, blocking the flow of chakra in the body to protect it. Opening a gate temporarily unlocked a massive surge of power, though it came with serious risks. But if he could open even the first gate, it might be enough to activate his chakra network and kickstart the flow. The next problem was figuring out how to do it. In the show, people opened the gates through specific techniques, but Kyle didn't have that luxury. What he did have was the Force. It flowed through his body already, and if he could direct it, maybe it could act as a substitute for the techniques he didn't know.

Settling back into a meditative position, Kyle closed his eyes and focused again. He turned his senses inward, feeling both the Force and the dormant chakra network beneath it. He concentrated on the first gate, the Gate of Opening, located in the brain. He visualized it like a lock, one that needed to be forced open. The Force responded as he directed it toward the gate, but the process was anything but smooth. He gritted his teeth as resistance pushed back against him. The chakra network wasn't meant to be manipulated like this, and it fought against his attempts. Sweat dripped down his face as he pushed harder, his hands clenching into fists. The pressure built, a tightness forming in his chest as he poured more energy into the attempt.

It took hours of Kyle sitting there, sweat caking his body and pain throbbing through his muscles. Then, suddenly, it happened. The gate snapped open like a floodgate, and Kyle gasped as a wave of energy surged through his body. It was like nothing he'd felt before. The Force was steady, calm, but this—this was raw, untamed power, coursing through his veins and flooding every part of him. It was almost too much, his muscles tightening as the pain spread through his body. His eyes snapped open, and the world around him changed. His vision sharpened instantly, dozens of times over. He could see every detail in the room—the faint scuff marks on the floor, the individual fibers of the couch, the small imperfections in the glass of the window. The dim light of the apartment suddenly seemed blinding, every flicker and shadow standing out with perfect clarity.

Kyle groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming flood of sensations. His body felt like it was on fire, the chakra surging through him almost too much to handle. But as the initial shock began to fade, he felt something else—a strange sense of completeness, like a part of him had finally woken up. He focused on his reflection in the darkened window across the room. The Rinnegan stared back at him, and this time, he could feel them. The power was there, humming faintly beneath the surface. They weren't just eyes anymore—they were a weapon, waiting to be used.

Kyle grinned despite the lingering pain. "Finally," he muttered, leaning back against the sofa. His body still felt tense, his muscles aching from the sudden surge of energy, but he didn't care. He'd done it. He sat on the sofa, still catching his breath after the surge of chakra had coursed through him. The lingering sensation was strange—his body felt heavier, almost strained, as though it was adjusting to something new. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and focused inward again. The chakra flowing through him was unmistakable now, but as he explored it, it felt... small.

That confused him. From what he remembered about the Naruto world, the Rinnegan was massively chakra-intensive. Nagato had only managed to use it to its full potential because of his Uzumaki heritage, which gave him a naturally massive chakra reserve and stamina. Kyle didn't feel anything close to that. His chakra felt tiny, barely enough to be worth noticing. It was there, but weak.

His thoughts turned to this world's version of himself. From the memories he'd gained, he knew he'd had the Rinnegan for as long as he could remember. It didn't seem likely that someone had implanted it in him, given that he still had a chakra network. Now that he had his eyes awakened he looked but he couldn't see chakra in others—he had tried sensing it in Zarni and found nothing—but he doubted that someone who'd been tampered with would still have a functioning chakra network. Then again, he didn't know enough yet to make definitive assumptions. He'd just unlocked his chakra. He needed to give it time.

Kyle sat there for a while in thought. The more he thought about it the more the small size of his chakra made sense. Chakra naturally grew as a person aged, starting small in childhood and developing alongside the body. If his chakra had been sealed until now, it explained why it was so underdeveloped. He figured it would grow to match his body over time. And if it didn't, he was sure there were chakra control exercises from the show that he could try to increase it. For now, though, he'd just have to work with what he had.

A grin spread across his face as he stood up, already buzzing with excitement. Chakra opened up so many possibilities. Beyond the Rinnegan, there were techniques—jutsu—he could potentially learn. Maybe even Sage Mode if he figured out how to sense natural energy. If he got far enough, defeating Palpatine wouldn't be a question of if but when. Of course, that was all a long way off. For now, he just needed to figure out the basics.

Kyle focused, trying to channel his chakra like the shinobi in the show. He held out his hand and concentrated, willing the energy to flow outward. At first, nothing happened. He frowned, adjusting his stance and trying again. This time, a faint ripple of chakra radiated from his hand, weak but noticeable. The bottle sitting on the table tipped over, nearly falling to the floor before Kyle instinctively reached out with the Force to catch it mid-air.

He let out a breath, placing the bottle back on the table. "Alright, so I can push stuff around," he muttered to himself. "Not exactly earth-shattering, but it's a start."

Satisfied with that small success, Kyle decided to turn his attention to the Rinnegan. He could feel its presence, but accessing its abilities was proving elusive. From what he remembered, the Rinnegan's powers didn't just happen on their own. They required deliberate activation and control. He started experimenting, focusing on his eyes and willing them to respond. Nothing happened. He tried shifting his focus to the Force, wondering if it could act as a bridge between him and the Rinnegan's abilities. Still nothing. Frustrated, Kyle sat back on the sofa and thought it through. Maybe the problem was energy. The Rinnegan used chakra, not the Force, and his chakra reserves were tiny right now. It was like trying to power a starship with a datapad battery.

He kept trying however and after some trial and error, an idea clicked. He hadn't been actively channeling chakra to his eyes. The Rinnegan wasn't like his normal Force abilities—it wasn't passive. It needed a direct flow of chakra to function. Taking a deep breath, Kyle focused again, this time channeling the faint stream of chakra directly to his eyes.

The change was immediate. A wave of instinctive knowledge washed over him, like the Rinnegan itself was unlocking its secrets in his mind. He realized that he only had access to the Deva Path—the ability to manipulate gravitational forces. The other paths were dormant, likely because of his underdeveloped chakra. It was disappointing, but it made sense. The Rinnegan's full potential required a massive amount of chakra, and he wasn't anywhere close to that yet.

Kyle grinned despite the limitation. The Deva Path was more than enough to start with. He focused on the table in front of him, reaching out with both his chakra and his mind. "Let's try this... Almighty Push."

Nothing happened. He frowned, concentrating harder and trying again. Still nothing. He groaned, shaking his head. "Figures it wouldn't be easy."

On his third attempt, he felt something shift. A wave of energy shot outward, slamming into the table and sending it flying across the room. It crashed against the wall with a loud thud, one leg snapping off in the process.

"Shit!" Kyle hissed, his eyes darting toward Zarni's room. He stood perfectly still, holding his breath as he waited for the inevitable sound of her door opening and her yelling at him for breaking her table. When no sound came, he let out a relieved sigh. "Thank the stars."

He reached out with the Force, dragging the broken table back to its original spot. The snapped leg wobbled slightly as he set it down. "I'll... pay her back for that. Probably," he muttered, sitting back down.

Kyle closed his eyes again, focusing on the Rinnegan. Even though he could only use the Deva Path right now, he could feel the other paths faintly. Each one was like a locked door in his mind, waiting to be opened once his chakra grew stronger. The Outer Path stood out the most, its presence heavier than the others. He shivered slightly at the thought of it. The power to bring someone back to life in exchange for his own? That wasn't a trade he'd ever make. He couldn't see himself dying for someone else.

What caught his attention most, though, was something else. An eighth path. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. He frowned, trying to make sense of it. The Rinnegan was supposed to have six paths, plus the Outer Path. 'Wait a second' he thought to himself as an idea crossed his mind. A natural awakener of the Rinnegan gaining an additional ability wasn't unheard of—Madara had Limbo, and Sasuke had Amenotejikara. He was a natural awakener, but if this was unique to him, he had no idea what it was yet. It was dormant, and he couldn't analyze it any further. He'd have to wait until his Rinnegan developed more to figure it out.

Kyle sighed, leaning back into the sofa. His body felt tired, the strain of using chakra so soon after unlocking it weighing on him. His head ached slightly, and his muscles felt tight, but it wasn't unbearable. He needed rest, though, especially with the job waiting for him tomorrow. Twenty thousand credits wasn't going to earn itself.

He stretched, letting out a yawn as he stood up and walked toward the couch. "Big day tomorrow," he muttered to himself. "Time to crash."

With that, he laid down, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over. The possibilities of his chakra, the Rinnegan, and what he could do with them filled his thoughts as he drifted off.

...

Kyle sat on the sofa, leaning back casually as Zarni stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, giving him an earful about the importance of not breaking her stuff. He wasn't really paying attention to the words. His eyes kept drifting to the way her loose shirt clung to her chest and the faint jiggle every time she gestured dramatically. He wasn't even being subtle about it.

"Are you even listening to me?" Zarni snapped, her sharp tone snapping him out of his daze.

"Yeah, yeah," Kyle said, waving her off with a lazy grin. "Don't break your stuff. Got it. My bad."

She glared at him, crossing her arms. "You're the worst apologizer I've ever met."

"I'm very sincere," Kyle said, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. "Now, do you have the information I need, or are you just here to yell at me?"

Zarni sighed heavily, muttering something under her breath before walking over to a drawer by the wall. "Hold on," she said, bending over to open it. Kyle's eyes immediately dropped to the curve of her backside as she rummaged through the drawer.

She straightened up, holding a small wrist gauntlet in her hand. "Here," she said, tossing it to him. "This is a spare Wristlink I have. I'll send you all the details about the job and the blueprints of the building through it. Try not to lose it."

Kyle caught the Wristlink and slid it onto his wrist, securing the strap. "I knew you liked me," he said, winking at her.

Zarni rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Don't flatter yourself, Marek."

Kyle smirked, tapping the screen of the Wristlink to get a feel for it. "Alright, I'm heading out," he said, glancing at the window.

Zarni's expression softened slightly. "Be careful, Kyle," she said, her tone more serious. "Even if these guys are small time, they're still dangerous. Don't get cocky."

Kyle turned back to her and gave her a mock salute. "Don't worry, Zarni. I'll be back in time for dinner." Kyle climbed onto the window ledge, giving Zarni a final glance over his shoulder. "See you later," he said casually before stepping off and dropping to the platform below.

He landed lightly, bending his knees to absorb the impact, and started moving. The walkways and platforms of Coruscant's undercity stretched out ahead of him, crisscrossed with narrow alleys and open spaces. He hopped over a low railing, landing on a pipe that ran along the side of a building. Gripping the pipe, he swung himself onto the next platform, his boots landing with a dull thud. He stepped forward, weaving around a few crates and using one as a boost to reach the edge of a walkway above. He grabbed hold and pulled himself up, pausing briefly to get his bearings.

The paths grew busier as he moved through the area. People crowded the walkways, their chatter blending with the low hum of the city. Kyle slipped between them without much effort. A gap in the platforms caught his eye, and he jogged toward it, pushing off with just enough Force to make the jump without much strain. He landed on the other side and adjusted his balance, continuing forward. A pipe leading upward caught his attention, and he grabbed hold, climbing it at a steady pace. It was smooth and a little slippery, but he found enough grip to pull himself to the next level. Once at the top, he stepped onto a narrow platform, the wind brushing against his face as he adjusted the Wristlink on his arm.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, his grin still in place. "Let's see what these small-timers have in store for me."