Behind the eyes of a beast [P]

Restless, the Mizukage once again had been infected with a poison that ran throughout his dreams. Rather, they were not dreams at all, but manifestations of the beast inside of him, it's will making itself known to the leader during his most vulnerable time. His dreams were no longer comforting, nor were they empty; Instead of the hollow feeling that he had once felt during the monotony of the night, he now felt a howling rage inside of him. A burning fury that could only be sated with the spillage of blood. He had recently tapped into the vast cesspit that constituted the strength of the beast inside, yet it had not been enough, nor was it even close to the full potential it had. The beast consistently urged him to tap further into it's abilities, to give more of himself over to the creature that longed for destruction, to break free from it's cage. Barely able to sleep, Xyxer had resigned himself to staring up at the black, shadowy mass that now constituted the roof of his bedroom. Faint howls of wind reminded him of his lucidity with one arm curled around behind his head to act as a substitute pillow. It was peculiar to Xyxer that at this time.. during the dead of the night, that he was starting to feel alive. The dull, ongoing game of life was starting to turn into something more.. something exciting. His body shuffled somewhat in the standard bed while his other arm remained above the thin blanket he used to cover himself when he slept, the hand resting on the seal of the Bijuu that was firmly printed on his chest. It started as a light rub against the fabric that protected the seal before it escalated into a faint scratch, almost as if he subconsciously wished to free the beast, to release it from the seal and to explore the power it claimed to have. To see the true power of a revered beast. The weight of his eyelids once more became substantial, forcing them to shut for just a moment.

Then just like that, he was pulled into some kind of warp.. He was no longer inside his bed, nor his bland room. He was out in the open surrounded by many lavish trees with a dense fog that obscured his view. Soft crunches of grass under the pattering of cloven feet and the flapping of wings hinted to the dreaming individual that he was no longer safe. There was a great danger making itself present, and for one of the very few times in his life, he felt some modicum of what he believed to be fear. Yet, even in this state, he was incapable of truly processing fleeing. Death was a welcome alternative to being known as a craven who fled the battlefield. Xyxer was not the one who ran from the big, bad beast.. he was the overbearing beacon of danger. His fangs were always sharp, his claws poised for an attack at any given moment.. he was more beast than man, and that had been what inspired the rumours of him so many times. He struck out like a savage dog, frothing at the mouth when ever he felt some inkling of a challenge from someone he did not consider an ally, and it seemed that was being played to. As the sounds of terror soon ran past him, Xyxer scanned the heavy mist for some inkling of the figure that had instilled such fear in the inhabitants of the village, his eyes keen and perceptive as to every little detail. Yet, it was not his eyes that would grant him a clue as to what was coming, but rather his ears.. the crunching of the grass was not lightly under the weight of whatever was making it's way towards him as the earth itself seemed to shake with every movement it made. Soon, a fleshy colour started to become apparent even with his obscured vision, and as he started to run his eyes up along the vast height of the beast he was soon cut short.

Finding himself inside of his room once more, Xyxer felt the peculiar feeling once more from his dream. There was, once again, a feeling of fear starting to make itself known inside of him. What he was scared of he did not know, he knew that he could kill anyone that wanted to harm him to any degree, or at least, that was what he believed. His training inside of Kirigakure did not allow him to feel fear as it had forced him to suppress that feeling alongside his empathy, yet.. he felt it once again. He started to feel like a child once more, naive and unknowing of the world. He was a child in the grand scheme of things, and perhaps that was the primary reason for fear being used as a weapon against him due to it's absence in his developed life. The hand that rest on his torso now shifted up towards his throat, massaging the muscles inside lightly with a few twitches inside his fingers that helped to soothe him momentarily before he started to feel a different kind of feeling.. he was starting to feel light headed with a powerful grip at his throat, yet when his eyes flickered down his hand was still repeating the motions of his gentle touching. Starved off oxygen, Xyxer started to feel like he was harming himself someway somehow, yet he couldn't figure out how to override the will of the beast when he was in this state. "How many more nights can you endure like this?" A voice boomed inside the suffocating male before continuing on, "It's only a matter of time before you slaughter your own people like sheep. The night's quiet for them, yet they don't know the lurking danger of ore." Gyuki finished off with a single, abrupt laugh before Xyxer felt his weary eyelids close once more, the warping sensation from before once more taking over his person.

Covered in scathing, fiery chakra, there was a limitless amount of freedom that Xyxer now felt inside of the dream. The hostile red aura continued to exude from him, yet it was more potent than the first stage.. It was around about this time that he started to notice he was not standing proudly on his two feet during this vision, as he was propped up on both his hands and his feet, his knees buckled slightly so that he was ready to pounce like a feral animal. His eyes clearly saw an object directly ahead of him inside of the mist, it's presence well known to the bestial creature that Xyxer had become. It shared the same qualities as Xyxer as it also brimmed with the same, vivid chakra that fumed from his body. The predatory instincts of the Mizukage were too powerful to inhibit as he started to bound towards the figure which repeated the motion towards him, and the excitement came once more. There was no fear in this situation, no delusion to being the craven the previous dream had mildly hinted.. He was truly the beast he was supposed to be, the predator he was destined to become. It felt like the beast was merely predicting the future for him and shedding some light on what will become of him should he choose to accept the power it offered, and it felt exhilarating. The two figures soon closed the small gap between them before their clawed hands moved towards the other in a bid to gain some advantage during the grapple in order to win the fight outright by it, yet their hands only met one another and it became a game of mercy as they started directly at one another. It was roughly the same size as him, with the same reach, yet he was unable to put two and two together at this point in time as he only cared for killing the beast before him. His hands flickered forward in a jolting movement that caused the hands of the opposing beast to buckle momentarily, with Xyxer using that buckle to slam his own hands downwards, yet he was the one who felt a searing pain that brought him back into reality from the dream.

Once he woke up from that vision, he looked around the room once more, panting slightly as if he had truly been engaged in the combat from before. The power that had been suggested was.. incredible, and he wanted it. He wanted the strength, the raw tenacity, the brutality.. he wanted all of it from the beast, and he would take it even if it caused him to lose sight of who he truly was. He had little to lose as he was already more of an animal than a human, and he had little left to care for in this dark world that had only granted him the comfort of loss. Anything he had cared for had soon found it's way out of his life in some form or another, perhaps murder was how he dealt with that feeling. The feeling of inadequacy and ineptitude. His anger started to flair at those thoughts, and as he started to rise up from the bed he felt a sudden weightlessness before his torso dropped back down, his head hitting the mattress softly as his eyes shut once more.

This time, Xyxer was wearing a tattered cloak that covered the entirety of his body and he was leaving the front gate of a village he knew well.. it was Tengakure No Sato. He was crossing the distance across the stones that littered the path to visit a figure that wasn't too far away at this point, and as he lifted a hand up in a greeting to the blonde haired female, he started to speak once more, a potent word that continued to reverberate inside of him, "Hail." As that word left his mouth, a flickering of images crossed his mind. The first came in the form of when he had tricked a boy by the name of Rin into lifting his hand up in a wave and he had closed the distance between them instantaneously, using that momentary absence of defense as a means to kill the male he believed was going to inhibit him from his development, yet this has been stopped by the person that lead into the next image. The blonde haired girl, Sameonna, flashed through his memory once more back to his time in Kirigakure No Sato itself where he had met the female with his cousin, Tachi. Various moments of them sparring crossed his mind, as combat had become the most dominant way for Xyxer to express his emotions. It had been the way of Kirigakure at the time, and it had turned him into a broken weapon with no sheath. His adoptive parents briefly flashed through his mind, yet this memory was not as vivid as the others as what had happened to them had been blocked out from his mind.. he had told himself that they had died during the destruction of the village, but it felt like there was something else there.. as if a different arc had unfolded, something that would cause Xyxer's empathy to pique once more as he started to understand his monstrous ways. Yet, the final image jumped back to the blonde haired girl who now stood motionless before him, a blurring trail of dust moving directly past her as her arms and legs went flying from her figure, yet there was no fear. A faint cut was apparent on her throat, and despite the absence of her limbs she didn't fall, her head simply turning to look towards the cloaked individual before speaking once more, "You'll avenge me, right?" Sameonna spoke with an inclination of hope, yet.. Xyxer knew that his hopes of avenging her were gone. Shinji had disappeared from the face of the world, and all he had done in exchange for the death of Sameonna was a minor beating on the Tenkage. It hadn't been enough.. that feeling of betrayal he had felt at that time was becoming prominent inside of him once more. The feeling of hopelessness and inadequacy once again came into his mind like unwelcome friends with the decrepit, smiling face of Sameonna remaining with him for what appeared to go on forever.. he was unable to formulate any words, nor did he even attempt to articulate his feelings. He couldn't. Outside of violence, he could never say how he felt, because he didn't feel much. It was his curse, yet simultaneously, his strength. Yet, for this person, he felt something akin to respect.. admiration. Their mutual respect.. He had respected her, and still.. he could not defend her.

This time, when Xyxer was pulled from the vision, he felt that his hands gripping against the sides of his ribcage, clutching them painfully due to the strength he was subconsciously putting into it. He was unsure on why he felt this inclination.. was he punishing himself for his failure? Was he trying to wake himself up from the nightmare that kept revolving through his mind? He didn't want to find out, and so he threw the blanket from his drenched form, allowing it to hit the stone wall at one end of his room before swinging his legs off from the bed, pushing himself from the nest of dark thoughts while he moved to stand in front of the mirror during his barely dressed form, staring at his reflection in the darkness of the room. His muscles were incredibly toned, allowing for the most strength while maintaining his nimbleness, and there were very few scars present on him. Nothing that could suggest his large history of fighting.. there was no proof that he was a shinobi at all. A warrior without any signs of his battles was barely a warrior at all. As he continued to stare at the reflection, he became disjointed again.. a feeling of disgust coursing through his body. He was incapable of defending his subjects, even if he wanted to. He wasn't a true warrior, as he lacked any signs of one.. he was a child in the world, merely playing at being a demon. Upon that thought, Xyxer's hand slammed upwards towards his jaw to slap himself, as if that would cure him of the thoughts that poisoned his mind, yet it was not enough. Xyxer's hand reached out towards one of the gourds of water he kept stored inside of his room, grabbing it by the neck of the pottery before throwing it towards the side of the room in his fit of rage. Exploding upon impact with the ceramic coming off as shrapnel, yet not close enough to damage the Mizukage, the water simply drenched that wall and pooled around the floor around it. This rage.. this rage he was feeling was not his own. It was artificial, it was being created for him. There was a Jinchuriki inside of the village, Xyxer knew, one that was about to receive a visit. Throwing on a random ensemble of clothes which just happened to be a pink, stretching tee, black ninja pants and sandals, he made his way from his house with a member of the ANBU Operatives silently trailing him as he suppressed his chakra for the journey. Of course, his domicile was being protected as he left in case any of the sneaky petes tried to get his moneys.

Standing outside the residence of one Mitako Raicho. He knew very little of the male other than him engaging in numerous S-Rank missions, feeding his dogs (Which may as well be considered an S-Rank in of itself), and of course.. he was the Jinchuriki of the One Tailed Beast. Surely, he would be able to understand the way the Mizukage was feeling.. this emptiness of his having been turned into a cesspit of hatred and self loathing. He hoped that Mitako would be able to help him despite their vast difference in strength, and it was a long shot, yet.. weirdly enough, alongside this fear.. he was starting to feel what he believed to be hope. Hope for a future, or at least, hope for strength.. he was unsure on which or if they even coincided, yet still, Xyxer's knuckles would rap against the door three times. 

Knock knock knock.

On most nights he slept no longer than a handful of hours. Maybe it was some desperate bid to escape his nightmares, himself, or the beast. It was weird, how any time he slipped off into a deep sleep, it felt as if his body was no longer his. As if he wasn't in control, just a spectator watching his own form through a red veil. At this point Mitako was unsure of himself, his own motives, or his reason for anything. Thus, not precisely knowing why, the boy sat cross legged atop the roof to his shack, located a literal stone's throw from the village. The shack was a gift of sorts, as the fishermen gave him permission to use it as he had seen fit, a favor earned through a bit of work. With every exhale, he felt a tingle surge through his back, causing a few hairs on the back of his neck to rise.

Unsure, he stared on into the night along the shore. Over time he could feel it in his heart, the same tingle, in his fingers, toes, he began to shake and quiver ever so slightly. A while longer, his head was beginning to droop. Eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open until finally fell shut. The next half hour or so was quiet, aside from the waves lapping at the shore. Another fifteen minutes, and the boy began to stir. Accompanied by a minor twitching, such as jerking his head slightly, was the dim and sparse flickering of a bright crimson veil. It was nothing more than a sliver of chakra manifesting itself around his form, like small wisps of flame suddenly poofing into existence before extinguishing themselves slowly. Over a few more minutes, these little bursts became larger until the boy was almost consumed.

Gasping, he woke on the beach just a ways down from his hut, face to the ground, on his hands and knees. The cloak had started to dissipate into nothing, with the last little flicker licking at his cheek just below his eye, almost in a caressing manner. Recognizing it as a taunt, a few tears were beginning to well up. Not that he was crying because he’s a little bitch or anything, he’s frustrated yo. Truly, unless he was attentive he had no control over the beast’s influence.

“Sooner or later.”

The chuunin’s breathing was starting to normalize, as the waves lapped at his hands. Pushing himself up, he stood on his knees before slowly rising out of the shore. Now sopping, he began heading back to his shack. This time he wouldn’t stay on the roof, but rather inside. Pushing himself against the door, the boy looked around his hut in pitch black. His belongings were few, and mostly gathered in the corner by the door. This made it easy to equip himself when in need. Scattered about the floor in little bits here and there was sand.

Everything was in order, but he couldn’t feel at ease. Everything in him wanted to rid himself of this demon, but he didn’t know how. Helplessness was not something that plagued the One-Tail Jinchuriki, most men couldn’t make him feel this way, but something that was contained within him caused him to feel powerless at times. Constantly, he was tasked with suppressing this foreign urge to rage. To an extent he knew how to control whatever power the beast offered, but sometimes it did gain the better of him and thus he limited its use to dire needs.

Through the darkness he creeped to his bed, sitting at the foot with his hands between knees, he let out a sigh. The feeling was gone, and all that remained was a looming sense of dread. It wasn’t quite dread however, it was lesser, diluted with something he couldn’t quite describe. Swordsman, not a wordsmith.

Setting his elbow on his knee, the Jinchuriki rested his head on his fist. If he slept like this, he could prevent himself from going off too deep. Right before sleep would take him-

“Hmmmm.”

Three knocks rattled his door.

“Go on, don't keep them waiting.”

Drowsily he lurched forth from his bed and to the door. Placing his hand on the knob, he'd pull it open to reveal the Mizukage. For a moment, Mitako’s face was void of any and all expression, until he snapped out of it and raised an eyebrow. Giving a half hearted bow, he opened his mouth to say with a tone that matched his expression, “Forgive me for the informality, Lord Xyxer.”

Bringing his own dark brown eyes to meet Xyxer's, he'd finish his statement, “It's only an excuse, but I wasn't expecting any important visitors. What is it that you need?”

[I'm lazy]

While Xyxer continued to wait out in the open for some form of response from the house that slept, he took the time to glance around his position a few times to take in any notable landmarks that could help him find the area with more ease next time in case he needed to, uh, take care of business. Xyxer, for all of his cruelty and ruthlessness, was a cautious man when he wasn't in combat. He was reckless during his fighting escapades, and that was known to anyone who had engaged in melee with him, which would be anyone who sparred him because it was practically impossible to keep the male out of arm's reach. He saw that multitudes of fishermen huts lined up next to the male's own, and it was clear he was not from a family of wealth, nor one even of note. In fact, Xyxer was unsure on who his family even were and it was quite likely they have given up on the child as soon as he had became a jinchuriki. He had heard many tales that sung the same, sorrowful tune as that one.. a child to hold the burden of a bijuu, cursed to walk the world alone and unaccepted by anyone else due to the nature of the creature that was forced upon them; a duality of two in which neither wanted to be in contact with the other, yet the host was forced to ensure the bond was not broken out of fear of losing their own life. It was an interesting story when he thought about it, and quite morbid when he realized he was quite likely going to join that sorrowful list imminently with the night terrors he had started to experience, ones that had made even his cold, calm heart start to throb and pound. It was around about then that his senses picked up the slight creaking inside of the home, and the imminent opening of the door that sheltered the piggy from the big, bad wolf.

Watching the door open to reveal the internal darkness of the home, his eyes flickered around the top of Mitako initially so that he could scope the area out in case there was anything he needed to pay attention to, yet his grey eyes soon fell down to gaze upon the jinchuriki of the one tailed beast. His sensory had already started to pick up on the distinctive chakra, one that had caused a voice to resurface in his head, "Shukaku? Is Shukaku trapped inside this petty creature? Augh!" The initial, and violent, build up of rage suddenly exerted itself over the muscles of Xyxer which forced his right hand to swing outwards and towards the male who had just finished asking what he needed. The rage of Gyuki had controlled the hand of Xyxer as it snaked forward through the air like a coiled viper; ready to attack the defenseless, tired prey. If there was to be no act of defense from the male, his cold hand would lock around the throat of Mitako as Hachibi's fury started to accumulate at the prison his brethren was being imprisoned in.. if he was in his true form, he would have killed this foolish Jinchuriki. How dare he for imprisoning his friend! His brother!

If that was to unfold, then Xyxer would continue with the grip to lift Mitako up from the ground a few feet using his ludicrous strength, the exposed muscle in his forearm showing the powerful muscles at work while the male continued to choke the Jinchuriki out due to the will of Hachibi. It would be clear from the grey eyes of Xyxer, which were usually sardonic, that he was not entirely in control. It was also quite likely that Shukaku would recognise the familiar brutality of Gyuki, as well as the tingling of chakra inside of Xyxer's own. While the boy was lifted in the air by about a meter, Xyxer blinked for but a moment, and when his eyes opened once more he saw the throat of a silver haired Hyuuga inside his grip. He was dripping with blood which pooled around the feet of Xyxer with a constant clicking sound ticking away in his head. Click. Clrk. Crrk. Cr-RK. He felt the impulse to snap the boy's neck surge through him, riding through him like a tidal wave as it smashed against the hull that was his own sanity. No.. he couldn't kill the boy. He was his own shinobi, he didn't deserve the abuse that Gyuki was attempting to distribute to him. Stiffly, Xyxer removed his grip from the throat of Mitako which would allow him to drop back down to the floor safely except for a minor red mark around his larynx. 

While his mouth started to open as if he was about to imitate some form of speech, a growl formed initially which started to elongate into a more understandable sentence, leading on from the bestial instinct Gyuki was forcing upon him, "Sorry about that, Mitako. As you can see, I'm in a bit of a tricky situation and I was hoping to know how you dealt with it." He paused for a moment again when he felt the influence of the beast start to rush through him once more, causing him to lift his hand up suddenly to pinch the bridge of his nose harshly to keep him in the moment, speaking with his eyes closed, "The Hachibi was sealed inside me not too long ago, and he's starting to influence me more than I like to admit. How did you subdue Ichibi? You've got no criminal record, you clearly must have tamed him to some degree." The final sentence came out as more of a bark, as if Xyxer was simply trying to get the sentence out before he felt another change of power on the scales. The murderous intent of Xyxer was plain to see without a doubt, and it didn't help that the ideals of Old Kirigakure were still embedded into his very core.

Right as he had finished his sentence, Xyxer's hand would strike forward from his side unexpectedly. Maybe not so unexpectedly? I mean it was, but Mitako always had sort of a sense of unease around him. As the hand homed in on his throat, his eyes would shut and reflexively he'd dig his chin into his neck with a grunt. The Mizukage's hand would land on his lower jaw, where if he'd continue to lift the boy into the air, he'd do so by his victim's mouth rather than his throat. If that is what would happen, the Chuunin would clench his jaw shut.

"HOHO, there he is!"

His heart began to race with his mind briefly, before he'd place one foot on the frame of the door, extending his leg to push himself away. Moving his own hand to that of the assailant, he would grasp at the arm of the male while attempting to remove his grip. Of course, he lacked the strength to do much besides struggle, especially if the other male was giving it his all in his grip. Meeting eye to eye, the boy could only wonder why this was happening. The male on the other end of this deal seemed conflicted in his expression, to an extent, whereas to his knowledge Mitako had thought violence was something this village reveled in.

Dangling from his foot, suspended in the air via tentacle, he remembered exactly hoe Youta came to his rescue during a mission, as he was helpless to save himself. Not that this was the time to think about days past. After the short outburst was over, he was dropped onto his one leg that wasn't pushing on the door frame.

His left hand had remained on the door knob, and he used it to brace himself so that he wouldn't fall to his ass immediately. The hand that had been gripped to the male's arm would begin to rub his own mouth for a second, while he started to back pedal away while half listening to what the male was saying, if he had continued with his actions.

Having backed up so far might have been bad for him, as he had now put himself away from his own equipment. If this was truly some bijuu fit of rage, the jinchuriki of the one tail had only managed to stop his own urges through little fits of rage by dominating the beast to an extent. Through exerting control over the beast, by first letting it take over, you show that you're the one truly in charge.

Choking down his anger over the situation, Mitako spoke through his breath, “What?”

“Is its influence over you really that great?”

In an interesting turn of events the boy had decided to lower his target into the grip of the male instead of his throat, which was pretty peculiar given how it made no difference to what would unfold, although it did serve a minor purpose of amusing the beast momentarily with how futile it would have been if it truly had malevolent intentions in mind with the attack. Of course, it could be said that the male's sudden aggressive maneuver was only possible with the bijuu due to his innate disposition to actions of such a nature, yet it was still a great burden to the male when he was not truly in control of when he exercised this power over others. When he dropped the male he witnessed the boy scarper backwards like a frightened dog being cornered by a snarling wolf. There appeared to be no backbone apparent in the boy that he could see as of yet, which served to intrigue the Mizukage even more. There was a bijuu inside of him, and yet he was acting with self preservation in mind as he had not lifted a hand to the dominant male who had just intruded on him, nor did he feel bad about giving up ground to create a gap between them, an obvious sign of fear and apprehension. Xyxer read the signal as clear as the the boy's bewildered expression, and it was quite obvious that he was terrified of the man that had became more myth than man. Irony had it that the two were now both part of a handful of people in the entire world, those burdened with the traumatizing power of a bijuu biding it's time within them. They tended to manifest themselves in different ways with people, Xyxer had noted, as Denkiteki had never seemed to have been outwardly aggressive despite clearly being a Jinchuriki of some sort after all that he had read on the topic after the decapitation. He was unsure on how Shukaku acted, and he had only just recently discovered that bijuus held personalities as if they were people or animals.. perhaps it was a peaceful bijuu, or maybe it was more than that.. perhaps it was a mastery. At least, he assumed it was Shukaku from what Gyuki had said just moments prior.

Taking a step inside of the building shortly after he had rushed back inside, Xyxer did not give him much breathing space as he continued to close the distance with a casual stroll that almost betrayed what he had done seconds earlier. There was no sign on his face of immense remorse, nor was there even a look of pity.. there was barely any movement of muscle in his features at all which was perhaps the most worrying thing about all of it. He did not care that he had almost killed a Chuunin of his village, as all he cared about now was the subduing of the beast that lingered inside. Mitako spoke once more, which caused Xyxer's shoulders to lift upwards with his hands raising upwards in a shrug as he spoke in return, "I don't know, man. I just like hurting things. Really though, sorry about that one. It's rude to hurt someone when asking them a question, let's start this all over." While he started to speak once again, he quickly pulled on the hem of his tee to pull it further over his pants while he pat them down, clearing his throat once with his left hand extended from his body, covering the mere one meter gap between them, open and ready for a handshake, "Hi, I'm Xyxer Gyojin. You may know me from various events such as: 'I was the Tenkage', perhaps even 'I am your Mizukage'. You see, I have a problem I think you can help me with, you've experienced it just now.. probably." He trailed off a little, still unsure on whether it was his own impulse that had caused the act, could he even blame the attacks on the bijuu? His lips cracked into a smile while he continued to lead on from his previous sentence, "I need your help, Mitako, as I believe you're one of few people who can aid me. I'm the host of Hachibi after a recent series of events, and frankly.. he's giving me a real bad migraine whenever he wants. You're going to help me soothe it."

What had once been a question had now escalated into the male simply issuing a command to the boy, which he had little doubt he would refuse, after all with the fear he had shown just moments prior it would be strange for his backbone to suddenly regrow as if he was a part of the Kaguya family. Regardless of whether he had taken his hand into his own, he'd pat him on the shoulder with his other hand moving towards his back, pushing him towards the door that remained open to lead him from his house. "We need to go somewhere more quiet, out into the ocean. I trust that you've learned how to control your chakra properly when treading on water, right? This isn't going to be a swimming lesson." He quipped momentarily while pushing the boy through the door, whether he chose to go willingly or not was up to him, but a refusal to obey would simply lead to more exercising of the destructive will that both spirits possessed. "Out in the sea, you can tell me all you know about your lil' guy," He paused once again, tapping the male on the torso once to indicate the Bijuu while continuing the walk, having probably let go of the male if he had chosen to walk himself, "And you'll teach me how to tame my own. Teach the Kage something cool, alright?"

As Xyxer approached him, Mitako opted to not move, maintaining his posture. Not like he really had anywhere to go, the walls around him meant an escape relied on the window. He doubted his ability to break through the window before he could be caught. Fortunately for him, the Mizukage's words seemed to indicate that a thrashing wasn't coming. Not immediately, at least. However, it didn't really help his nerve. Truly he had always thought of the man as unpredictable, but with the bijuu having some influence his leader seemed even more spontaneous. 

"Help?" the chuunin had thought to himself, before returning the handshake. Half expecting to be grappled to the ground during the handshake, the boy would tense as his kage continued to speak. Fortunately, there would be no in door wrestling. Unfortunately, they were headed to the ocean, the sandman's natural predator. Without a choice or say so really, he'd be the vanguard of this little expedition as he was pushed out of his own house. As the two left the premises, a very minuscule amount of sand would shut the door as they walked away.

Mitako really only held two fears. One was drowning, the other was an absolute beast.

[Closing this topic as well if Mitako allows it, but I'm still claiming 3 tails of the V2 cloak due to being trained by a Jin and having done 4760 words in this topic, then add that to the V2 training in this topic http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t35101p10-sweep-the-leg-p so 3/8 tails in V2 if the gods allow]

[Seeing as this topic won't really go anywhere, I'm agreeing to close it.]

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