Bijuu Training

He stood atop one of the taller mountains near the outskirts of Kumogakure no Sato. The mountain’s peak was flatten from pervious ninja testing out powerful ninjutsu breaking it down and forming a large circular area that contained a few remaining large rock pillars and boulders, it was am area perfectly suited for intense training. Nearby were more mountains and the rest of the village just a few hundred yards away. The drop off point from this specific mountain was nearly 3 miles down, meaning a fall from this height could very easily be fatal. Wind blew light amounts of dust around the top of the mountain peak, clouds occasionally passing through the area making whatever they were covering harder to see.

He wasn’t entirely sure what it was that drew him here when he set out on his little training adventure, traveling far from Konohagakure no Sato and almost all the way into Kumogakure no Sato. He figured it was probably best to not go any further and remain outside of the village as to not appear to be invading their village and get killed. It was here on this mountain that as a newly ranked Genin he would advance to a new level and become stronger while at the same time attempting to learn more about the beast inside of him that he knew so little about. This training session would probably end up being one of his most intense and difficult ones of all time, due to the danger level of the area that he was at not to mention he was outside of the village and therefore he was not exactly protected from missing ninja that would try and kill him if they knew how special he really was.

He clenched his fists and then unclenched them, letting his body relax one last time before he began. Seconds later he dashed forward quickly, raising his right hand into the air. His elbow bent to a nearly a 90 degree angle with his fist parallel with his head. His target was one of the rock pillars on the mountain peak located near the southern edge. He finally clenched his fist tightly, thrusting his fist forward he felt his biceps and triceps constrict firmly adding a great deal of power behind the punch, the beast’s influence coming through and making a cloak form around him with five tails for a moment before leaving after a few moments.

His fist made contact with the rock pillar, the force behind his punch caused the rock pillar to instantaneously crack at the point of impact, the beast’s influence having made the punch stronger before the cloak left. As his body went through the rest of the motion, still going forward, the rock pillar nearly broke into pieces at the impacted zone. In just a moment after striking the rock he came to a stop, his right fist stuck inside of the rock pillar. His punch may not have been strong enough to break the rock into pieces or even break it in half he still managed to break into it. His fist still stuck inside of the rock, he leaned his body backwards angling his left shoulder away from the rock as his left leg bent at the knee and raised up. His knee quickly unbent, slamming his left foot in-between the area where his fist had hit the rock and where the base of the pillar was at.

The power behind his kick, combined with the damage the pillar had already sustained from his earlier punch, made the upper part of the rock to be broken off from the base with his right fist still stuck inside of it. He didn’t expect the rock to weigh as much as it did, as it immediately pulled him forward as the pillar began to go over the side of the mountain. ’This is bad,’ he thought to himself as he tried to get his right fist out of the pillar’s rocky grasp, trying desperately hard to get his fist unstuck. It was no use, as his feet started to lift off the ground. In only a few seconds he was going head first over the southern side of the mountain’s cliff.

Reaction time had to be precise and quick at this point but it was going to take a lot of strength for him to get himself out of this dangerous situation. He pulled his knees to his chest and rotated his body upward, only his right arm pointed downward due to being stuck in the rock. He grabbed his right forearm with his left hand and began to pull while kicking both of his feet down towards the pillar, directed at the spot just below where his right hand was caught. He yelled out as he put every ounce of strength he had into the double kick, if it failed he was basically dead. Something inside of him triggered for a moment out of shear panic from the possible death situation that he was in fact facing, the beast gave him more power, six tails erupting from the cloak that surrounded his body as was common with the beast’s influence.

His feet impacted the rock pillar making them fall faster for a second, but with his left hand pulling on his right arm and the rock nearly broken from his enhanced power kick, he managed to pull his right hand out of the rock. They had descended nearly a mile and half, but now things got more interesting as the beast’s power vanished as fast as it had arrived. He turned around and put his arms outward, trying to grab onto the edge of the mountain side. He was falling too fast to actually stop himself on the first try. His hands simply bounced off whatever rocks that were sticking out that he tried to grab onto. ’I can’t die here, not like this; I’ve got to try harder.’ his thought seemed to help him focus better on trying to make himself stop from falling. He made another attempt to grab onto the mountain side.

This time it worked, not easily but it did work. Intense pain coursed throughout his body for a moment as he felt like his arms were nearly ripped off by the momentum change. He went from falling at an incredible speed, to nearly stopping all at once. He refused to let go though, holding onto a small ledge that was stick out of the mountain side, his body violently swinging around for a moment from the change before coming to a standstill. He was still only a mile or less above the ground so he couldn’t let go at this point. Constricting most of the muscles in his body he began to pull himself up. Pushing his body to its limits had made his muscles a little weaker, but he overcame his own limitation. He had managed to stop his fall and pull his body up onto the tiny ledge, barely able to stand on the ledge that was barely as wide as his feet. He stood there for a second, looking backwards and down, the ground was so far away, ’There’s no way I could survive that, I’ve got to get back to the top without falling again’

This wasn’t the time to try and practice using chakra to run up the mountain, because there was no guarantee he could even accomplish going all the way to the top without messing up at least once or twice. He’d only just learned how to use chakra to try and climb a tree, let alone scale a full mountain. This was going to be all muscle trying to get back to the top. ’Mind over matter. I can do this.’ He looked up towards the top of the mountain, unable to see the top of it due to the common cloud coverage Kumogakure experienced. He raised his right hand up and felt for some kind of spot he could grab and lift himself up with. Once he pulled up with his right hand, he raised his left hand up and found yet another spot to grab. Lifting his feet off the ground, he quickly reached up with his right hand and found another spot sticking out and grabbed it, pulling him body up. He placed his right foot on the spot his right hand had once been grabbing onto. He used his left hand to find another spot to grab and pulled up again, placing his left foot where his left hand had been holding.

He continued that pattern of lifting his body up slowing along the side of the mountain. His muscles burned as the lactic acid buildup began to grow in them. He ignored the soreness that was overcoming his body, while he got closer to the top of the mountain. At one point his right foot slipped off a tiny ledge spot, nearly sending him down to his certain death. It nearly took every last ounce of strength in his body to pull himself up and reset his right foot onto a more stable spot. Nearly 45 feet away from the top ledge, he grabbed a rock sticking out with his left hand. As soon as he pulled on the rock with his left hand, the rock broke off the mountain, sending him backwards. He held on tightly to a more stable rock with his right hand, refusing to let go as half his body dangled off the mountain. That moment nearly took his life, but that was not the final complication he had in scaling the mountain. Just before reaching the top, another rock that he grabbed broke off and this time the one that his right hand was holding also broke off causing him to fall off backwards with no hope of grabbing anything to stop his descent to his death.

Before he could even react to it, the cloak surrounded his body again, this time there were eight tails on the cloak and the power he felt this time was incredible. The tails shot outward at the mountain side and stabbed into it, pulling Mugen to the side to finish climbing up, the cloak leaving his body afterwards. Reaching the top of the mountain, he pulled himself up and back on the mountaintop. He sighed heavily in relief, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. It was exhilarating to come that close to dying and yet he survived unharmed, although his muscles were screaming out in pain. He wasn’t done with his workout though; all that had happened was not what he had in mind for training. He took a few steps forward and felt his legs nearly give out on him, the muscles aching from the hard work of trying to climb back up a large scale mountain. He knew that one of the biggest reasons that he even had a chance to survive that was because of whatever it is that is inside of him, giving him to the power to do the impossible. The only way to truly complete his training would be by trying to master the power the

With his training almost completed he felt it was time to jump to a bigger mountaintop similar to one of the large ones he traveled over when he came from Konohagakure no Sato, he walked towards the northern part of the mountain, and exhaled. He jumped into the air, towards another mountain top that was only 15 feet away. It was the mountain top which led back to Konohagakure no Sato and was larger than the one he was on at the moment. He underestimated how sore his muscles were, as he didn’t quite make the jump. Luckily for him, there was a large ledge sticking out under the cliff of the mountain, and he grabbed onto that, and pulled himself up onto it. ‘Damn it, I should have been able to make that jump, I need to get stronger.’ the thought of needing to be stronger coursed through his mind as he made the small climb up onto the top of the mountain.

It was time to finally face the demon inside him; he wasn’t even sure how to go about doing that but his dad had taught him to meditate when needing to see the path before him. Surely that demon voice inside of him was in the middle of his path almost referencing a fork in the road to display the image of two ways his life could go. Although there were other factors that would make impact in his life, this was probably near the top of the list. He calmly stands down, crossing his legs together in front of him, his arms resting parallel with his legs. His hands came together, the fingertips of each touching as the fingers spread apart to look as if they were holding something round.

He dove deep into his inner psyche attempting to search for the demonic voice that was inside of his head and giving him great power to do amazing things. It would not take very long for him to see a cage inside of his mind and noticed a large amount of water in the area. Something was imprisoned here and he felt as though it was the demon voice he had been hearing. Did he have a real demon inside of him? He thought he was going to face something that was not real and only part of his imagination but this seemed so very, very real. There was almost no doubt in his mind that the cage and demon voice contained inside of it were both real and it haunted him for a moment to think of the demon raging inside his mind and body poisoning him with its great and overwhelming power.

“What are you?!” he yelled out at the cage area, attempting to rouse the beast to answer and show itself to him. He was curious to see if there was a face and body he could match to the voice which would only support the concern that all of this was truly real and not him tripping out as if he was on drugs. He’d have to ask Kaenjin someday about the beast that the boy was also dealing with similar to the one Mugen was dealing with currently. It seemed to take forever for the beast to do anything, Mugen nearly giving up hope on seeing the beast.
“Why do you care?” the beast asked back, growling harshly after its answer. Moments after speaking the massive beast stepped forward in the cage coming into the light and view. It looked as though it was some type of bull octopus. It had horns similar to that of a bull with eight tentacle tails while it seemed to have incredible physical strength as it appeared to have large muscle mass. Mugen couldn’t even speak right away at the startling sight of the beast that the demonic voice belonged to all this time. This beast, locked away in a cage to contain its large power and rage was about to be a large part of Mugen’s life.

“You’re so strong, but I feel like you’re angry and I don’t understand.” He was hoping that even if the beast wasn’t going to be nice about explaining what exact it is, it could at least explain to him why he feels the deep sensation of rage; maybe even explain where the power comes from.

The beast didn’t seem to be very open at this point in their complex relationship. It hesitated at the thought of explaining anything to Mugen, but little did Mugen know or was even aware of, the beast had gained a small amount of respect for Mugen. Seeing Mugen barely use its influenced power to do everything the young boy had done most it on his own only requiring the beast’s power to do things that are seemingly impossible or would have gotten him killed which would have simply be bad for the beast. “You don’t deserve to understand that yet! You need to prove yourself first you brat. You must first be able to even handle my more advanced power and influence, of course if you fail I don’t mind just means I’m free.” The beast explained, giving Mugen a chance to get the answers that he was looking for.

“Really?” Mugen asked somewhat excited at the idea of this being some sort of big challenge that would test him in every way. He wondered if maybe this would require him to tame the beast like some type of pet or at least gain respect from the beast who he needed a name for. “By the way, what is your name?” he asked without caring about the tension in the area from the beast.

The beast ignored the boy’s curiosity about how to get the answers to his questions. What did anger the beast was the question about its name; of course it was different than most hosts. Common hosts never even bother to care and learn their bijuu’s true name and thus never gain a first name basis type of respectful friendship that can make a bijuu and their host immeasurable power to do whatever they want. “You don’t get to know that yet, now leave me alone and see if you can handle the power I have first. This mountain area seems like the perfect area to prove that you are ready for what I can offer and besot upon you.” The beast said, laughing a little maliciously as it faded backwards out of sight in the cage, leaving Mugen standing there trying to comprehend everything that had just happened.

Seconds later the beast’s power kicked in like never before, being a sensation of deeper and thicker chakra than before when the first cloak formed, this cloak was entirely different from the first one in the fact that there was the presence of intense pain. Mugen’s skin flaked and seemed to burn off his body and be replaced by strange red and black chakra which was thick and layered on like skin to replace his human skin. The entire process was the most physically painful thing he had ever gone through in his whole life, his mind slipping away some from the change as his arms and legs became like claws and one tail forming from the cloak.

The feeling was different and he was developing the urge to go cause a little destruction and have some fun, but the beast seemed to be taking it a little easy on him instead of simply abusing the situation and taking over the boy to go on a full beast rampage outside of Kumogakure no Sato. Maybe the bijuu wanted to cause damage to Konohagakure? Or maybe it had gained some respect for Mugen and wanted to test the boy out to see what potential he had and see if he was a better host than the ones the bijuu had already gone through.

Mugen gave into the primal instincts of the cloak form that had taken over his appearance and skill; he was able to extend out his entire physical limbs and even manipulate his body for whatever purpose he wanted due to being made of a large amount of chakra from the beast’s influence and power. He started bouncing around the entire mountain range area, his body creating small craters in the sides of the mountains each done he rebounded and impacted one. It was a thrilling feeling to be flying around with such power and sensation of being almost immortal and unstoppable. He needed to spar against Kaenjin again, if Kaenjin had a beast similar to his own than perhaps that would be a truly good and challenging fight. The fight would be nothing like the first one, the second fight would make that fight one look like an introduction warm up joke.

The beast seemed to be planning something though, agreeing with Mugen’s ideology and wanting to beat Kurama, maybe the bijuu would be able to make Mugen turn on Kaenjin and use this boy to defeat Kurama and try and prove that one tail does not matter that much in the fight of the two strongest bijuu in the world. This was a good chance to make the boy tame his powers and try to get him to complete this goal and even get his freedom in the end.

Mugen had no clue what the beast was planning, instead he was happy about the feeling he was getting from being in this cloak form now that the pain of the transformation had subsided all that was left was the powerful feeling and the wind in his face as he wreaked havoc upon the mountains of the area, getting a real good test of his power that the bijuu was sharing with him for its own terrible reasons, at least there was hope Mugen would be able to change the bijuu’s plans and turn it towards the good side and make it forget about Kurama so that the goals don’t get worse.

The bijuu could tell Mugen was enjoying the power, so the next step to trying to get Mugen to do what it says would be getting the boy intoxicated on the power and make him want and need the power. Get the boy hooked on the power and use that as leverage was a great plan so long as the boy would never be able to try and take its power from it. The beast discarded the idea of the boy gaining the power to defeat it and take its chakra, such an impossible idea to even be considering. The bijuu had no clue just how special of a host this young boy truly was.

A second tail came out next to the first tail on the cloak, Mugen feeling another surge of power coming through every fiber of his body. He was drunk on power, too young to truly understand how to use power and given too much to control properly even with the bijuu not trying to make him destroy things it was happening anyways. Mugen discovered the chakra of the beast could be used to make a powerful ball of condense chakra to cause more damage.

The fact that Mugen took such little time to discover the condensed chakra surprised the bijuu, it had not even influenced Mugen to neither do that nor even explained it to the boy. The boy was able to manipulate chakra in such an effective way that the boy nearly managed to overcome the odds and be successful at the bijuu bomb. The boy was unable to actually complete the attack and instead suffered the explosion blowback from the failed attempt, which was enough to knock Mugen out of the cloak mode, his body red all over and throbbing with pain from his skin slowly recovering after being shredded off his body earlier when the transformation had happened.

The beast sulked back into its cage, while Mugen coughed, getting back up on his feet, wincing in great pain after the event. He simply turned towards the path back to Konohagakure and decided to go home and get stronger. The beast was slowly gaining more and more respect for Mugen as the young boy continued to show determination that the bijuu had never seen in any other host, especially one this young.

Mugen took over a few days of travel to get back to Konohagakure no Sato after his training was over for a short time, he was only taking a couple days off to rest and relax before taking the next step in mastering the power over this strange beast inside of him who he still did not know the name of, at least for now.

He stood inside of the center of his room, he had taken the time to go out earlier and head back to the ruins of what he used to call home after getting back from his training earlier outside of Konohagakure no Sato where he encountered the beast inside of him and tried to master it’s incredible power but was still not done trying to master it. This experience was incredibly traumatic and painful for Raiku, he was barely able to even find some of the stuff, mostly everything was in ruins and too damage to be useful. It was there he found an old and large metal box, which was extremely heavy, to the point of him barely even able to make it move by dragging and by pulling. He wasn’t going to leave anything behind, if it still worked, he took it and tossed it into the confines of the large and ridiculously dense metal box he found. Having gotten everything he could, he spent the next 6 hours tirelessly working hard to pull and drag, at times just trying to push it. He was sweaty, his muscles sore and aching from the countless hours he spent pushing and pulling what he now believed to be the heaviest box in the entire world. When he finally got it back to the apartment that the village was letting him live at, he began pushing the box, getting a second wind so to speak, using every last ounce of energy and power he had to get the box in place at the back of the room. This box was not only sentimental to him from his old days back home with his parents before these days in Konohagakure no Sato beginning the life of a true shinobi in this cruel world, this box would also help him gain the mastered power that the beast was telling him about and finally get a chance to understand the strange beast locked inside of him as if his body was merely a prison for powerful chakra.

At last, sleep came silently and quickly like an assassin taking down his target of the day. In this deep coma like sleep he began to dream of a different life, one where he was constantly have to move from home to home because of it getting destroyed, and always having to push and pull that damn box everywhere. The nightmare reached the point of Raiku not even getting to the new home in time for it to be destroyed, in a sore and worn out state, other shinobi came and attacked him, he tried to defend himself, but found that he was still too weak to be able to do anything, feeling like he was moving in slow motion. Moments before getting killed in the dream, he jumped up in shock, wondering what the dream meant. It didn’t take long, he knew exactly what it meant, that he needed to be stronger to defend his new home, and that this was truly the home he wanted to protect no matter what now, meaning that he had to also protect the village because it’s not home without everyone else that lives in the village that he had developed a bond with. It was like he was agreeing with what the beast voice in his mind was wanting to do, getting no harsh yelling from the voice meaning that it wanted him to train and he was going to have to be ready to handle anything.

Walking over to the large metal box, that he found earlier at his old home, at the back of his room, adjacent to his desk he opened up the heavy lid to the box and tossed to off the to the side. Looking inside the box he noticed a large variety of different weights, which surprised him some, but it was nice to find all of mom and dad’s old training stuff. There were dumbbells, wrist and ankle weights, weighted balls, a curl bar and weights to slide on the ends of the curl bar. This was going to be more than enough to effectively increase his strength so that he could go toe to toe with some of the most physically gifted shinobi in the world. He wasn’t even sure where to begin, nor did he know how heavy the weights were. He decided that it would be best to start off with putting on the wrist and ankle weights, reaching down and lifting at one of the large wrist weights he was caught off guard by how heavy the weight was. It took some strain on his muscles to pull one of the wrist weights out of the box and put it on his right wrist, instantly causing his arm to drop down. He struggled to lift the other weight out with just his left arm, but once he was able to get it out, he finally got the weight put on his left wrist. ‘I’m surprised that they are so heavy, but if this is what it takes, I’ll use them until they don’t feel heavy anymore.’ He thought to himself, one hundred percent determined to make sure he could protect his village and his new home that he cared so much about.

Beginning his training, he start out by walking over to a training dummy that he had brought into the room earlier. Lifting his arms up, the muscles in his arms strained from the heaviness of the weights. He Thrust out his right fist and attempted to punch the dummy in its chest, although it was slow and lacked much force behind the punch due to the weight making him strain just to keep his arm up. His arm fully extend, bumping his fist against the surface of the dummy’s chest barely making the dummy be moved at all. He ignored the effect his punch and withdrew his right fist and thrust out his left fist. Doing the same as he had previously done with his right fist, his left fist barely bumped d against the surface of the training dummy his muscles straining intensely from the full extension of his left arm. He refused to give up on the training session no matter how much the training was being proved as difficult, at the time, he needed to get stronger. He thrust out his right fist again, extending his right arm completely forward to bump against the dummy’s chest. He pushed out his left fist right after pulling his right fist, extending his left arm completely forward as he did with his right arm, his left fist bumping against the dummy’s chest. His muscles were starting to feel the effects of the heavy weights and punching exercise, making the strain of the muscle contractions more painful.

He pushed forward with his right fist, slamming it at the dummy’s face, extending his arm forward and moving up some more adding more strain from lifting the weight a little higher into the air. He pulled back his right fist while pushing his left fist forward and up into the air at the dummy’s head just as he had done with his right fist. He had fully extended and lifted his left air into the air before immediately pulled it back towards his, slamming his right fist up and forward once more. The muscles in his arms seemed to cry out in pain from the lactic acid slowly starting to develop within them. His right arm extended out completely and then he pulled his right fist back again, slamming his left fist forward right after and sending it up and at the dummy’s head as he had been doing with his right fist. He had just extended his left arm completely and bumped against the dummy’s head before his left arm seemed to give way to the weight on it and the arm seemed to collapse down at his side. He had never imagined how difficult of a training session this truly would become. He continued to extend out his arms in alternation over and over again, bumping against various parts of the dummy’s body. He wasn’t sure how long he could continue to keep up with straining his muscles repeatedly, over and over forcing them to work on keeping his arms straight and holding up the massive amount of weight that was on the weights around his wrists. It was painfully clear that the weights were incredibly dense and designed for extreme strength conditioning.

He took a very short ‘break’ if it could even be called that. All he really did was head back over to the box of ‘hell’ as he was now referring to it. He needed to strengthen more than just his arm muscles; he needed to improve his leg muscles also. Kicking was just as important to a fight as punching was. He reached into the box filled with ridiculously heavy weights and struggled to pull out a pair of the ankle weights, which was made difficult due to the wrist weights he was already wearing. Once he was finally able to drag the weights out of the box he put the on his ankles. He needed to gain more muscle strength in his legs in order to enhance the impact of his kicks. The speed was already there, but he didn’t quite have the strength to cause the powerful type of impact he would like to leave when he attacked his opponents, he desired a strong and forceful impact capable of causing some serious damage. If he could manage to develop the type of strength required to break bones upon impact, then and only then would he feel confident about going fist to fist against an opponent and fight them using only his strength. It was something that he had wanted to do for a long time, but he had focused on developing his chakra and learning how to perform higher ranked jutsu; now was the time to focus on his physical prowess and achieve that goal of becoming strong enough to ravage an opponent with his punches and kicks.

He walked over towards the dummy, lifting his feet up as high as he could on each step, bending the leg at the knee and bringing it upward into a perfect 90 degree angle. It was difficult to actually lift his feet up like due to the extreme density of the weights attached to his ankles. He tried to slowly bring his feet down as to strain the muscles more, increasing their constriction so that they would be forced to work themselves more. He knew that if he put as much strain on his muscles as he could possibly handle he’d become stronger even faster, although it was much easier said than done to do that. The strain he was putting on his body just at the start of this training was already immense and exhausting, he had no other choice than to fight through the pain of the workout, if he couldn’t put himself through this than there was no way he’d be able to become strong enough to survive a large scale battle.

Ignoring his body crying out in pain, knowing that it was simply a sign of his current weakness, he pushed through. He had to ignore his pain in order to become stronger and prevent the pain of others. Finally reaching the dummy’s body again after already tiring out his legs from working them out on his way over to the dummy, he gave out a sigh of exhaustion, preparing himself for another routine of working out his muscles. He tensed up his abs, tightening his core muscles as he got ready to work his arms and legs to the extreme. He titled his body to the right and lifted up his left leg at an angle, swinging his body around and slamming the edge of his left foot towards the dummy’s head. He lost some momentum due to the struggle he was experiencing in trying to lift his foot up into the air and move it without it dropping back down. It strained his legs muscles greatly to stop right at the dummy’s head and hold his leg in the air, the muscles constricted and seemed to be in pain from not being able to relax while he held the leg in the air, forcing great tension upon his muscles from the weight being held up in the air.

His body weight pivoted on his left foot as soon as the foot had landed back down on the ground. Shifting his weight around he lifted his right foot up into the air and slammed the form of his right foot against the side of the dummy’s soft surfaced head, doing this in a similar fashion to the way he had previously done with his left foot. As with his left leg, he held his right leg in place after hitting the dummy in the head, only this time he could feel he was making progress. The dummy was nearly knocked over from the force of his right foot, and when he held the foot in the air, it seemed to be somewhat easier, yet it was still incredibly difficult. He held the leg in place, straining his muscles over being dragged down by the dense weight that was on his ankle. He let his right foot come down to the ground and he stood straight up in place, looking at the dummy. The thoughts of needing to get stronger continued to engrave themselves in his brain, it was all he could think about anymore was the idea of gaining more power to protect his village. As he stared at the form of the training dummy that he had been working with, his anger swelled. No longer did he see just a plain old training dummy propped up before him, no he now saw the ninja that killed his parents only a couple months ago, it was simply how his mind imagined the man to look, and it was probably wrong but it did not matter, the feeling and effect was the same. Enraged by the sight of the man he felt had caused even more unnecessary pain to innocent people, he slammed his right fist out in front of him, punching the dummy in the chest. Combined with the weight’s density and his own rage fueling the power of his punch, he slammed the dummy backwards into the wall behind it. He had left a large indent in the front of the dummy’s chest surface and had caused a small crack in the wall where the dummy’s body had impacted from the force of his punch. He knew his punch’s power had been somewhat intensified from the momentum of the dense weight on his wrist, but it was his rage that allowed his muscles to ignore the weight and move his right fist as if nothing was even on it.

He had a new sense of determination and drive, knowing that he was truly developing an incredible amount of strength from training with such immensely heavy weights. He knew he needed to focus on continuing to develop his strength, but he had grown tired of using the weights attached to his wrists and ankles, it was time to check out the other pieces of strength training equipment that was in that box he had grown to hate but now respected. The items in that box were helping him get stronger and would ultimately help him be able to defend his village more adequately. He took the weights off his wrist and off of his ankles without walking over to the box; he had a different idea on how he’d do one final piece of training with those attachment weights. He planned to toss the weights across the room and into the box, requiring enough strength to easily throw them the 15 foot distance and to have the accuracy to actually make the weights land within the confines of the box itself. He started with the wrist weights, grabbing one of them with his right hand and supporting the weight with his left hand, he looked at the box over by his desk. In one quick motion he forced his arms to extend forward and lunged the weight towards the desk, using most of his muscle strength to fling the weight into the air and send them in that direction. He had some doubts about whether or not the weight would in fact land within the box, but it did. He heard the loud sound of a clang like noise come from the box, obviously an aftermath effect of the weight hitting the rest of the different types of weight training tools within the box.

He grabbed another of the weights and did nearly the same process, only this time he grabbed it with his left and supported the weight with his right hand. It was somewhat more difficult to hold most of the weight with his left hand as he was a right handed person and thus not quite as skilled or strong with his left hand and arm. He pushed his left arm forward in full extension, pushing his right arm forward with it, and sent the weight flying into the air. It was more difficult to aim with his left hand being the main appendage tossing the weight and so the weight nearly missed the target altogether. He was lucky though as the target was large enough of a box to not be that easy to miss when aimed at. The weight hit the edge of the box and nearly tried to go off the edge before falling into the confines of the box. It didn’t surprise him that the box had not moved an inch as there was clearly a larger amount of weight inside of the box itself and thus the weight although incredibly heavy wasn’t even close to weighing enough to make the box tilt or move at all. He let out a breath of air and lifted one of the ankle weights with his right hand, and just to make things more interesting and challenging for him, he used his left hand to lift up the other ankle weight. He tossed his right hand up in the air, nearly grunting as he stressed the muscles in his right arm during the lifting extension, but it worked as he flung the ankle weight through the air and watched as it landed perfectly in the center of the large box next to his desk. Next would be his left arm tossing the final weight, which was going to be difficult without the help of his right hand to support it. He tensed up his body and then threw the weight with his left hand into the air, his left arm screaming in pain as the muscles were stressed and strained immensely from the action. It worked though, with the ankle weight landing in the center of the box without coming close to missing which meant he had made sure his accuracy had not faltered even with the immense stress he had put on his arm in that situation.

Somewhat exhausted from all of that weight training he had just put his arms and legs through he considered stopping for the day, after all he had in fact gotten stronger and it wouldn’t be quite as noticeable until he gave his muscles some time to relax and recover from the training; but he couldn’t shake the desire of getting stronger as soon as possible due to the anger that had swelled up from remembering how useless he had been when his old home was attacked and he lost his parents. There was no doubt in his mind that he would protect his village this time around and that there would be nothing that could stand in his way when it was all said and done. He walked over to his desk and cleared everything off the surface of the wooden desk, then went over to the side of the desk where the large box full of strength training equipment was located and pushed the wrist and ankle weights to the edge of the box. He used both of his hands and struggled to pull out a somewhat long and thick weight bar.

Once he had finally gotten the weight bar out of the box he went in front of his desk and jumped up on the top of the desk and laid down. This was going to be somewhat risky but he had to do it, lifting the weight bar that was more dense than all four wrist and ankle weights combined, he gripped it tightly and held it above his chest. His arms felt weak trying to just hold the weight bar above his chest, his arms fully extended as they tried to keep the weight bar from collapsing on his chest and injuring him badly, if not possibly killing him. Slowly he let his elbows start to bend and bring the weight bar down closer to his chest. Once he had the bar almost close enough to touch the surface of his chest before adding onto the stress and strain of his muscles by pushing the weight bar back up into the air, extending his arms completely, his elbows straightening out. He pushed himself further, lifting up his back and bending his upper body upward into a sitting position, at the same time he lifted the weight bar high into the air making it be lifted above his head. He leaned back into a laying position on his back and bringing the weight bar back into position above his chest and then bringing it back down towards his chest. He felt like his arms were going to break at any moment during the exercise, wondering why he had even decided to do it. It was clear that his arms needed to take a break at some point in order to recover from everything he had just put them through, it seemed as though all the muscles in his body were aching from the extreme weight lifting he had been doing. He repeated the process of lifting the weight bar up into the air and bringing it back down a few more times, with the final attempt he nearly dropped it on his chest, which would have been very bad.

Figuring that it really was time for him to stop and take a real break from the weight lifting, he leaned back upright into a sitting position and held the extremely dense weight bar in front of his body. He wanted to do at least one last thing before he truly took a break, lifting the weight bar over his head again, he looked across the room over at the dummy that he had been training with earlier. He still had some leftover anger towards those ninja that caused him to lose his parents and old home. He was relieved that they had finally suffered and paid for the crimes, he had been told that one of them was killed and the others were being held prisoner but they ended up being let go. He wondered if they truly had learned their lesson, His rage was still strong for the one that actually committed the killing of his parents, and so he imagined the dummy as being the man responsible for most of his own pain and his village’s pain. He flung his arms forward towards the dummy and let go of the weight bar, tossing it straight at the dummy’s body. There was a loud crash sound as the weight bar slammed into the dummy and the wall, leaving a large line break in the wall and pretty much cutting the dummy in half from the immense weight and force behind it. That was all he needed to do for the day, he had accomplished plenty during his intense strength training. Looking at the dummy that he still imagined as the man, who violently entered his life, he could only think of how he wouldn’t be so weak the next time someone attacked his new home in the village, even wanting to protect the village itself, especially if the shinobi were part of something bigger and made full out war after they recovered and will be looking for revenge in the war, and war over vengeance never ends well. He almost hoped that it would happen though, as crazy as it sounded, as long as they weren’t part of some big group then it would be interesting if he had his second chance at stopping them from doing something evil and damaging someone’s life.

He walked over towards the dummy and slammed his right fist straight into its face, his fist impacting the dummy’s surface with such force that the head caved in on itself. With that he grabbed the weight bar and dragged it back over towards the box next to his desk, some old memories in his head, of times that were better, days when his dad would be downstairs lifting this exact weight bar and talking about how much of a bitch it was to lift a lot. There was one day that he had tried to lift it as a small boy and nearly knocked it out of place and come crashing down killing him, but his dad showed up to stop him from doing it. ‘Dad stopped bad things from happening, that’s what I need to do.’ He thought to himself, unaware of what life might have in store for him, he wanted to try and stop bad things from happening like his dad did. Putting the weight bar into the box, he realized that he was still not completely worn out and this was the moment to force the beast to grant him its great power that it spoke of and allow the two of them to have a long talk and attempt to understand each other.

Calling upon the beast and its power, there was a strange resistance at first, as if the beast was beginning to regret letting Raiku taste its power so easily and often. Maybe Raiku was reaching the point of actually being able to tame the beast without even knowing he had the power to do it. The beast was definitely aware of the risk it took and the outcome that was on its way, the host was gaining the power to take control and not be forced to bend to the beast’s will. After some resistance it seemed as though the beast was giving into what was impossible to stop at this point and accepted the fact, letting Raiku use its higher levels of power.

That intense burning pain from the stronger cloak overcame his body once more, this time a fourth tail appeared on the end of the cloak and his power was nearly unbelievable yet still not complete at all in this state it was only halfway complete as far as chakra cloaks were concerned. Another tail came out near the last tail to appear, the power of the cloak raising again, even more powerful once a sixth tail emerged ominously slow as if to represent the dangers of this level of chakra power at such a young and inexperienced age. Raiku didn’t care about anything that could or might go wrong in this situation, he wanted to make the beast understand that he could in fact handle all the power it had to offer up to him without dying.

A seventh tail emerged slower than the last one and was a little resistant as it came out from the cloak. The power was nearly complete and his mind was still in enough control to keep things from getting out of hand. At this point he reached into the box and grabbed the heaviest weight bar he could find in the box and was instantly shocked by what he discovered. The weight bar seemed to weight almost nothing, it still had some density to it, but it was nothing he couldn’t simply toss around with this power. Without the chakra cloak with weight bar would have never even been pulled out from the box, letting alone being spun around with his right hand as if it was weightless. Clearly the beast wasn’t lying about its power when the eighth and final tail formed from the cloak and caused him to accidently let go of the weight bar, with such strength and speed with momentum from spinning the bar it was sent flying fast and broke right through the northwest corner of his roof off into the distance, being tossed far enough to avoid hitting anything inside of the village.

After that the cloak vanished from his body, he didn’t mind that fact considering that was the maximum power of the beast’s chakra cloaks and now was the time to confront the beast and make things clear between the two of them. They needed to come to some type of understanding and perhaps even try to see eye to eye as friends since they were kind of locked into a lifelong relationship considering the beast was locked inside of him.

“I guess you know you’re ready. Meditate, this time had to come at some point.” The beast said, a lingering tone of regret caught in the end of the statement signifying that the beast didn’t have a ton of confidence in the situation. Raiku knew this was going to be an important moment and sat down to get ready to start his meditation. He had no clue what challenge was going to await him and what the beast had planned out for him. This was going to be his make or break it moment against the beast, a battle of control and power.
{9015, requesting +45 stats, 90 JP and full bijuu mastery}

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