Unusual Methods Yamarou's Training

[Keiko Kagutsuchi - Mother(Stopped Aging after 23. Currently is 34 Years Old)]
( Keiko is Pink Colored Chat )


[Saito Kagutsuchi - Father(Stopped Aging after 18. Currently is 39 Years old)]
( Saito is Orange Colored Chat )


[ Yamarou Kagutsuchi ]
( Yamarou is Dark Red Colored Chat )

Walking along the street of Konohagakure the refreshing air of the cold night embracing him as he moved he'd whistle to himself looking around the still unfamiliar village. His hands in his pockets giving slight waves to random people he passes by just as he'd step from the stoned path he'd look to his feet as the stone turn to gravel and dirt. Raising his gaze from his feet he'd look ahead of himself, in the distance a flickering light would appear a flame in the distance and he'd sweatdrop slightly and turn around immediately.

" Nope. "

The flame would suddenly appear beside him a hand manifesting from the fire as the body would conjure itself from the fire as it'd slowly fizzle out and smoke would rise from where the man stood. The war-fan holstered to his back baring the crest of the Uskada Clan on it. The bags under his eyes would make him appear rather sickly but it was merely a side-effect of his sleep depravation. As he'd cough slightly...

" Where do- ... think you're going son ? "

He spoke in an unusual language a tongue unfamiliar to Konohagakure's society. As Yamarou would shrug his shoulder slightly and take another step further away from him. His body turning slightly to look towards Saito. Taking a single hand from his pockets and raises it and motions towards the Village.

" You sent me here to train with Konohagakure and assist in their endeavors and act as a Shinobi from this Village. Yet not only have you yet passed on the Heirlooms of my grandmother you also haven't passed on the Clan's sealing jutsu to me. So what am I to the clan so far aside from the furthest progression of demonic development ? "

Saito would sigh out slightly then cough once more, perhaps he was sick. Before he'd shake his head slightly. And draw the war-fan from his back, placing the tip of the fan onto the ground and his hand resting on the base of the handle looking to Yamarou. Drumming his fingers on the base as he'd raise his brow slightly.

" You are my son first and foremost. And as for the Clan Sealing Jutsu and this Fan. You will receive them when you are ready for them. Aside from that you are to focus solely on your training and that is why I am here. To train you and see how much you have grown in your absence from the Villages we protect in Demon Country. "

Sighing slightly Yamarou would scratch the back of his neck looking towards the ground where the fan was propped up at and held by his father. Before raising his gaze back up to see his father motioning outwards towards the lake as they'd walk calmly he'd hear the clipping of the fan on his back and sighs out again at the sound. Stepping up to the corner of the island he'd sigh out slightly looking to Saito. Before Saito would move to step behind Yamarou a hand extended as a single flame rests in his palm.

" You may begin. "

Grimacing slightly as the sound of his father saying those words would reflect back to his times training in Demon country. Calmly he'd unbutton his jacket and fold it neatly, setting it down beside his feet. Taking in a deep breath as he'd lock in a Tiger seal taking in a deep breath drawing the chakra from his stomach and to his lungs before focusing the chakra to the center of his chest and exhaling into the seal. As he exhaled into the seal the black fires would release into the air over the water. The sheer heat of the fire would begin to evaporate the surface of the water just beneath the flames the steam rising rapidly as it turns to a heated fog around the two. Maintaining this pressure Yamarou would cringe slightly as he'd feel the heat brush against his back amongst the several other scars that course his body. Saito would be calmly allowing the flame in his hand to brush against Yamarou's back causing a slightly hick-up in the black fires produced by Yamarou. As Saito seen the flames dwindle in pressure he'd slam the fire into Yamarou's back as the flames would wash around covering the course of his back.

" Focus! Demons will aim to strike as you attack others. Reflexes are key to avoiding this but avoidance is never absolutely. So you must endure instead. "

A yelp of pain would escape his lips between gritted teeth before shaking his head drawing in another breath. As he'd run his hands through the seals once more he'd draw his chakra from his stomach locking in the tiger seal. As he raised the seal to his lips he'd focus the chakra to the center of his chest from his lungs and exhales back out into the seal as long stream of black fire would shoot forth before spreading along the surface of the water. Slowly the flames would begin to twist and turn creating a spherical form and remaining within the short distance allowing him to continue to feed the sphere of fire. To maintain the form and not allow the size to grow further he would force the fire to return to himself and devour the fire on its return.

Nodding slightly Saito would proceed once more to allow the fire to brush along the course of Yamarou's back looking towards the Uskada Tattoo on Yamarou's left shoulder blade he'd slowly raise his flame towards the mark before suddenly he's forced back as wings protrude from Yamarou's back and Saito would laugh slightly as the fires would intensify growing hotter the black flames would almost begin to whistle from the pressure that they produced leaving Yamarou's lips.

" Magnificent. The strength of your fire is astounding in this form. But without it. Your truly lack luster in strength. I feel its a loss of focus on your part son. In this form you're capable of drawing out you maximum potential your body can handle on its development. But I want you to reach these heats ... Even without it. Force our demon to grow stronger for you. "

He'd laugh again as he'd watch the wings dissipate into wisps of flames as his body would begin to become covered in soot and sweat the hours that they maintained this process of drawing heat along his back while he maintained the chakra control and intensity of the flames required for his ninjutsu. Despite being capable of eating his own fire burns would be left on his cheeks and lips as the training ends he'd collapse to the ground panting heavily. Saito looking over his son for a moment before drawing out his canteen and pouring it over him.

" Make sure to go to the hospital to get those burns treated, can't fix your ugly mug. But doesn't mean I want to contribute to making it that much worse. I'd feel responsible for causing the end of our family if that happens. "

Weakly he'd raise a hand giving Saito the middle finger as Saito would laugh and slowly disappear in a wisp of fire a scorch mark appearing on the ground where he once stood.