To Bijuu or not to Bijuu

Dakuro was sitting on top of one of the training dummies. He was finished with his normal training, and right now this section of that training halls was kinda... well... demolished. Dakuro wasn't THAT good, but even as a Gennin he could show some skill in taijutsu, which was his speciality. He just went into his Rage Mode and kicked the shit out of some dummies. Oh and that kunai he threw - it was in the wall up to the handle. Nice throw, if he'd have to say so himself.

Dakuro smiled, jumping off the head of the training dummy and landed nearby. Now he needed to find a way to train himself more. This was just the beginning - it was simply physical training. Dakuro also practised some chakra manipulation, but alas - he could only do so much by himself. And he always felt that there was a huge amount of chakra inside him that he could not use - he just couldn't find a way to tap into it.
Dakuro frowned and made a handseal, concentrating on himself and his chakra. He tried to tap into the the source of that power, but to no avail.

"Gah... dammit, Roku. I wish you would explain this to me." - he growled and formed a handseal again.

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A cough could be heard as walking through the rain was an elderly gentleman walking with a stick in hand. he was hunched over both hands on his walking stick as he walked alone, An amegakure headband around his forehead as he walked towards Dakuro. He was making his way slowly towards Dokuro. An umbrella hat on his head protecting him from the rain. He was Okina a retired Special Jounin that specialised in Fuuinjutsu. He had trained previous Demon containers before so he was perfect for helping Dakuro. His stick was made of a special allow that when chakra was channeled through it he could help cancel out a jinchuuriki's demon cloak if they were going berserk by simply hitting them over the head. he walked over to Dakuro and looked at him. he stroked his bead, 'Why hello there young man. how are you today."

Dakuro released the handseal and looked to his left. There stood some old geezer, no wait - not some old geezer. It was THE Geezer - Okina. Dakuro's old aquaintance, he was there when Dakuro was born and always was there when something major happened. Right now he was retired, but that didn't mean that the guy wouldn't try and look out for Dakuro on occasion.

The boy turned around, raising his hand to greet the old man:

"Yo Okina. What's up, old man? Still going around training people?" - Dakuro smiled and walked up to the old guy. - "Well, I see no other reason for ya to be here if not to train someone."

Dakuro was expecting a hit on the head at any time. The old dude could just clobber him with the staff a few times - no one could tell for sure though. Dakuro was ready to block or evade if need be, as he continued:

"Maybe ya could do me a favour then and train me? Since I'm not that good today. And there's been a question I wanted to ask ya for a long time..."

Okina looked to Dakuro as he raised his hand to greet him. He had asked him what he had been up to and if he was still training people even calling him an old man. Okina walked up to him shaking his cane at him he sighed softly and gave a smile to the young jinchuuriki. He leaned against his walking stick looking at Dakuro as he asked if he could do him a favour and train the boy also saying there was a question he had wanted to ask him for a long time. The aged Shinobi raised an eyebrow at the younger male. He sat down on a stump and rubbed his back, 'Sure i'll help you train sonny, though whats this question my boy."

"Hmm... well..." - Dakuro showed a nervous smile as he started to explain. - "As you probably know - I have this demon inside me ever since I was born. I even heard you had something to do with me being born like this... and I can feel that it's a powerful creature with lots of chakra. But - I can't use any of it no matter how much I try..." - the young ninja sighed, as he leaned on the nearby training dummy. - "I was thinking... I heard a lot of stuff about you from my parents, and they said something like - that Okina-san can train you and help you master a lot of things - so yeah, I'm just wondering if you can help me, old man."

Dakuro looked at the old man. He was silent for a few moments and then sighed again. Roku said that this guy would definitely be of help. So... all the young shinobi could do now was to wait for the old guy's answer.

Okina stared at Dakuro's nervous smile as he started to explain. Okina shut his eyes listening intently to the young demon container as he spoke about having a demon inside of him and that he could feel it was a powerful creature with lots of chakra. Okina slowly opened his eyes as he finished speaking. okina raised a hand and started to stroke his beard, "Let me tell you a tail my boy. The demon inside of you as you already know is the Rokubi no Namekuji or six tailed slug demon. It is one of the nine bijuu or tailed demons that roamed this land most being sealed away into containers human sacrifces or Jinchuuriki that is what you are."

Okina coughed as he pulled out a pipe and lit it up placing it in his mouth. Smoke rose from the end of the pipe as he smoked, "My boy i have trained three Jinchuuriki in the past. Teaching them to use their demons chakra. I will help you train to use the beasts chakra to use it as your own. Know this my boy you will at some point lose your control over the demons chakra and you won't be able to pick friend from foe until you've learnt to control it. Once you have full mastery you'll be able to transform into the rokubi itself."

Okina slowly got up ignoring his acking back, 'As i said i will train you. The first step is you must talk to your demon. Have you made contact with the rokubi or have you yet to make contract. Tell me this now boy i must know."

Dakuro smiled as Okina agreed to help him and listened to him speak. Well - he had heard the tale for the first time, but Roku did say before that he wasn't the only one. So - there were nine of them, and the one inside him was the Rokubi - the Six-Tailed Demon Slug.
It was also a good thing that Okina would teach him to control the Bijuu's power, but it seemed that it carried some risks. He could go on a rampage, as the old guy said. Well - not like Dakuro had any friends - his only friend was Roku and no one but him. He was always shunned by the others, even though few actually knew of his true power. He was just an outsider for all of the others - just some kid who was not like them.

Dakuro grinned as Okina explained further - once Dakuro would be able to control the Bijuu, he would be able to transform into the creature itself. The boy could not even imagine such power... oh what things he would do with it!
The young ninja spoke, answering the old geezer's question:

"Yeah - me and Roku can speak. At first he came to me in my dreams, but then we got along and now we can speak when I'm not asleep. For 3-4 years now..."

Dakuro looked at Okina. He answered truthfully, for he understood that this was not the thing he could lie about. Okina knew what he was doing ,since he had trained 3 Jinchuuriki before Dakuro. The boy even felt some kind of excitement right now.

Okina looked up at Dakuro mention that he and rokubi spoke even calling him roku. Saying he visited him in his dreams for but now they speak when hes not and that they had been for the past three to four years. Okina gave his beared a long strong as he approached Dakuro. he stood in front of the young jinchuuriki looking him dead in the eyes before walking back to the stone and sitting down on it. He took a long deep breath as he continued to smoke on his pipe he was in deep though as he began to think of his next move, "First thing i want you to do is to talk to your demon and get him to send you a small amount of his chakra not a full tails worth only a little bit just so you can get a feel of the surge of demonic energy."

Okina pulled four tags out of his robe. The tags flew to trees walls appearing around them as a rectangular box was formed around them, "This fuuinjutsu will keep your demonic energy in here and make sure no one else detects it. Wouldn't want the village to go on full alert now would we my boy." Okina coughed before putting the pipe back into his mouth returning to his smoking, "Also usually each demon has a specific ability that it offers to its host its best you find that out."

Dakuro raised his hand to his chin and stood there, like he was thinking deeply. Then he smiled, as if something had happened. Well - of course it did. Roku said that he could give Dakuro some chakra, although the Bijuu seemed reluctant to do so... the ninja could only wonder as to why? Weren't they friends? What could be the problem? Perhaps Rokubi knew the risks... yeah... if you think about it - Dakuro was just one of those many who the demon resided within. This made the gennin frown, but then he made a handseal, concentrating on the little amount of chakra that the demon gave him.

He could feel as the chakra flew through his body. It was like it was some kind of fire - it burned, but at the same time it's presence was exhilirating! Just this amount of chakra and Dakuro felt like he could move mountains. Wait - it seemed like there was more chakra than he had noticed first... no - it was as if the initial amount had simply doubled. It was like it grew.

The boy could feel as the air around him started to moisten a little bit, and he could hear his own voice, as he started chuckling. Weird - he didn't try to chuckle, but the sound came out on it's own. This was weird...

"Khahahahaha..." - he felt as if something was gonna happen soon, if his body wouldn't calm down.

Okina gripped his walking stick as he felt the demons chakra slowly moving through Dakuro's body. He could feel the beasts chakra. He ket a careful eye on Dakuro encase he went berserk his cane at he ready to hit him to defuse the demons chakra if he went over board. he stood there waiting patiently to see how Dakuro would react to the beasts chakra. The air around them behbind to moisten as he began to chiuchkle. Okina's eyes narrowed as he heard the boy chuckle again. He gripped his cane his chakra rushed into it as he approached Dakuro.

Okina stood tall over Dakuro raising the cane and bringing it down hard. The cane hit Dakuro right across his head. Okina brought his cane down as he struck Dakuro. The demons chakra began to vanish as Okina got rid of it, "A little to much to handle." He took a step back followed by another creating a bit of distance between him and Dakuro, 'Now try and again and this time try to keep control over your mind." He leaned on his cane watching Dakuro.

Dakuro felt as something sturdy hit him on the head, bringing back control over his own body. That made the boy fall to his knees, releasing the handseal. He would fall on his face, if not for his hands, with which he held himself on the ground.
A few seconds and he rose up, looking at the old guy. Perhaps something really bad would happen if he had not been here. The boy smiled faintly and spoke, rubbing the place where he got hit:

"Aw damn. That was a good hit. Good thing you did that... I felt like I was just observing from a distance, not in control of my own body." - he looked at his arms, as if noticing them for the first time. It was such a weird feeling. As if it was both him in that body and someone else. He felt like there were two of him at that moment - both wanted different things and had different thoughts... it was very unusual.

Dakuro sat down in the lotus pose and formed a handseal again. He was a very smart boy - so he didn't have to be told twice what he had to do. This time he wouldn't only borrow that chakra, no - he would keep it in check, controlling it's flow and amount.
He closed his eyes and began to draw out the beast's chakra. This time - he would make no mistake. He felt the same sensation again - the same fire coursed through his body, but now he didn't only observe. He used all his senses to keep the chakra under control - so that it would not grow. He sat there in complete silence, and only a single drop of sweat fell from his forehead. He was an able ninja after all.

Okina stood there as Dakuro fell to his knees rubbing his head where he had been hit by Okina. The old shinobi stroked hair beard as Dakuro sat down on the ground in a lotus position and formed a hand seal again. Okina watched him as he tried once more to borrow the demons chakra and make it into his own. okina sat down on a rock smoking his pipe as he placed all his attention on Dakuro. Dakuro had closed his eyes and began to draw out the beasts chakra trying to stay in control of his body. A single drop of sweat moved down his forehead. The retired Nin placed more tabacco in his pipe lighting it up again as he smoked it. The boy if he trained properly to control the beasts chakra he'd be able to fully master ir in time. But mastering such power takes time and can often corrupt the mind. If Dakuro let himself slip into the darkness Rokubi would be able to take over his body and do as he pleases.

Okina pulled a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and placed them on before grabbing and newspaper and began to read it. As he began to read he spoke again, "Alright try and bring more of the Rokubi's chakra out. Your goal is to try and form a cloak from the beasts chakra around your body. At the time your eyes should change to match the rokubi's as you activate your demon cloak the first basic jinchuuriki ability."

Dakuro managed to hear what the old man said and released the handseal. He sighed and looked up at Okina, giving him yet another faint smile. He felt like he was getting used to the extraction and usage of chakra within his own body. He did it a lot by himself and now could even use the chakra that belonged to Roku. Oh - it was wonderful! Now with some more training he would be able to use the "demon cloak" whatever that was. It was going to be awesome.

Dakuro smiled and stood up, making an another handseal:

"Right, let's give it some more juice!!!" - he smiled, showing his teeth, and pulled out the Rokubi's chakra. Old man Okina had his staff - so there was nothing bad with going a little wild, was there?
Dakuro felt as if he was completely on fire, the demons power engulfed his body in an instant. He could hear himself scream out in both pain and joy. A bluish flame, or maybe a sort of liquid substance made out of pure chakra appeared around the boy, covering him completely. His iris changed in colour, becoming blue instead of red and his pupils grew bigger, as if he was in the darkness.

Dakuro raised his hands:

"What is this? This POWER!!!" - he inhaled loudly, smiling. - "I can feel it - I am one with it." - the boy lowered his gaze, stopping on his teacher. His smile became a twisted grin as he kept looking at the old guy. The next second he lounged at Okina, trying to hit him with his fist. Dakuro didn't know if it was him trying to hit the old geezer, or if it was Rokubi. He wouldn't go against the wish anyway - the desire was too strong.

Okina narrowed his eyes as the chakra began to envelop Dakuro. The young jinchuuriki formed another ahndseal shouting about giving it some more juice. Okina's eyes widened as the demons chakra began to encase his body his eyes turning blue his pupils getting bigger. he had released a scream of both pain and joy. Dakuro raised a hand and spoke about the power that he could feel it. Okina gripped his cane the boy was loosing himself. He watched the boy give a twisted grin he suddenly leapt right towards Okina.

The aged Shinobi moved swiftly with age not known to those his aged. he appeared behind Dakuro. he twirled the cane as it split into a three piece staff with a chain conncted to each end. he twirled the staff like cane and rammed the end down on Dakuro's head to nuetralise the demons chakra. The staff reconnected back into its cane form as he placed it onto the ground, "You idiot you used far to much. You could not handle its power. That was far above what you could handle. At most at this stage you can only handle 10% of its chakra you were nearly forming a tail foolish boy."

Okina leaned on his cane and sighed stroking his beard, 'Now sit down and start over agin and this time do not use to much or you'll never learn to control it. Take the demons chakra slowly at a time and the moment you feel a bit of your mind slipping release back down to the amount you could control. Foolish child."

Dakuro was his on the head again, making the wish to destroy and kill without reason go away. The boy was once again on the ground, this time his face did hit the floor. Oh well - at least he didn't kill anyone, so there was no reason to explain himself. He sat down again, without saying much and formed a handseal, but this time - no matter how he tried nothing would happen. He was too exhausted to do this anymore.
Dakuro got up, turning around to face Okina:

"I think that was a little too much for me - I feel wobbly. Ugh... I think..." - the boy held back the urge to see what he ate today once again and slapped his face once. - "Yeah, I think I need a break from this. Just give me a few minutes." - Dakuro sat down again, really - all this sitting down and getting up was tiresome too. He decided to sit and not move around much to conserve his energy.
After a few minutes passed - Dakuro brought his hands together and formed a handseal. There was no hurry this time and there was no need to "add juice" - he decided that he would do diligently on his training, so that he would get better results quicker. He'd be a fool to hinder his own training.
He sat there, slowly controlling the chakra that he had lost control of earlier. This time he spent around 10 minutes to enter the same state he was in before. He could feel the air moisten again, as his figure became cloaked with the demonic chakra. This time however - Dakuro was in complete control over himself and there was no unstoppable desire to crush and destroy. He opened his eyes, looking at Okina and smiled calmly. He could hold this "demon cloak" now and had no trouble with doing so - it seemed that having Roku help him with this was far more beneficial than not. Perhaps it would be much harder to do if he and the demon would not be friends - the young ninja couldn't know for sure.
He asked, still sitting there with his hands together:

"What do I do next?"

Okina sat on a rock as the jinchuuriki slapped himself. Okina gave a soft sigh this always happened with the demon containors. He looked up as Dakuro sat down again and began to rest. Slowly after time he started to try it again this time using a constant amount of demonic energy to form a demon cloak around him the demons chakra wrapping itself around his body. Okina nodded his head as he watched Dakuro sit there controling the energy never loosing control of it. The boy was getting better at it but he ahd a while to go before he could fully master the beasts chakra. As the boy opened his eyes staring at the aged Jonin he asked him what was next as he continued sitting there hands together. Okina groaned as he slowly got up and stood in front of Dakuro.

Okina cleared his throat and began to speak, 'Next step is to channel your demon's chakra into one of your hands to form an extension of your arm. The demons chakra is apart of you and you apart of it." Okina raised his cane pointing to a human sized boulder, "I want you to concentrate and try and extend your demons chakra and shape it into a hand. Use the hand to grab the boulder lift it up and move it and place it right beside you. Even if you can't do it we'll stop and try again tomorrow to let you rest. I recommended when we finish you spend some time speaking to the rokubi to get to know it. If you are on friendly terms with your bijuu you will be able to control its chakra better. if not the Rokubi when ever you use its chakra will try and control you."

Dakuro listened to the old man and turned to look at the boulder when his teacher pointed at the huge stone with his cane. So - all he had to do was to take the stone and move it? Oh well - nothing much hard.
The young ninja concentrated on his hand and the chakra around it, manipulating it so that it became like a big hand made out of chakra. He could feel that Rokubi was helping him, controlling the chakra as well. He seemed to have more control over the chakra, which was natural - it was his chakra after all.

Dakuro stood up and extended his hand towards the boulder. From his hand the bluish, transparent hand appeared, stretching forth and grabbing the stone. Piece of cake it was. Dakuro clenched his fist and with some small force of will used the chakra to shorten the hand and put the stone near himself. He smiled again, almost laughed as he finished his task:

"Piece of cake. I guess Roku is helping me with this." - Dakuro's smile faded. He lifted his hand up and brought it down, crushing the boulder into rubble. He lowered his hand and released the cloak around himself. - "Damn... my skin is all itchy." - Dakuro started to scratch his hand and saw that his fingernails left considerable trails of reddish skin. That never happened before!
He looked back up to Okina with a question in his eyes:

"What's this? I feel all itchy and my skin hurts... is this... normal?"

Okina looked at the boys hand and sighed softly, 'I guess i should tell you. When ever you use your demons chakra it is like poison to your. It will slowly hurt you if you use it for far to long. That is bound to happen. The demon cloak not as much but as you slowly progress the cloak will hurt you more as you gain more tails. Potentially it should kill you if you use it for far to long. up to the second tail shouldn't do to much damage you'll only be itchy. But as you get further it'll be worse on your skin. All demon cloaks have two stages the first stage is one you just had where its just encasing you. You should be able to do this up to six tails. This cloak is the last damaging."

Okina took a deep breath, 'Cloak stage 2 is the worst. THis one is where you begin to change into your demon. Your skin will peel awya as your blood mixes with your demons chakra. You you hit the tail stage before the final stage you'll grow the inside body of your demon. Tendons, blood viens all that. The final stage is of course turning into your demon. But thats enough for now. Go rest my boy." Okina turned and started to walk away, 'We'll continue this later."

Dakuro sighed. Of course - now he understood why Roku wasn't willing to share his chakra with Dakuro. He knew that it was harmful to it's host and tried to protect him from the influence of the demon cloak. This made the young ninja smirk - he would gladly pay the price for this power. And besides - he never heard of any people walking around without their skin, so it meant that perhaps he would turn to normal when the cloak would be gone. This was all to be known in the future. Or he could really ask Roku about it.

The Gennin waved at Okina as the latter turned around, saying his goodbye:

"Thanks Okina-san." - he said only this as he watched the old man's back. He tuned around, his face became twisted with a vicious grin. - "Thanks old man... I won't forget ya when my decisions will affect this whole pathetic little village. I'll make it worth your while, if you are gonna live still. I never forget those who helped me. Kukukuku..."

Dakuro came out of the other exit, jumped up, grabbing the edge of the roof, and pulled himself up. He started to walk on the roof with his arms stretched sideways, as if keeping balance. His quiet laughter was muffled by the noise of the falling rain.

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