training

Idaku stood i nthe middle of a forest of metal trees. trees the he had made. each one was as hard as diamond. on his head where rams horns made of metla fullyu grown. he had been practicing for so long with his demon form that now the only change that happened was the horns growing, unless of course he willed his body to go full satyr. he now wore an all black uniform witha a long red scarf to cover his face and metla greaces and bracers on his lower arm and legs. he also had a set of claws on each hand and his muscle structure was even stronger then his uncles. he had been doing nothing but fighting and reading up on kenpan techniques for the past three months on direct orders form the hokage.

he now had chakra reserve comperable to a two tailed bijuu because of his demon. one of the main advanteges of the goat was that the could connect with the mind of demons, that was why he was able to use the sisemic sence jutsu so well. he now didn't even have to have it active. it was a byproduct of his natural chakra waste. he could naturally sense some one ten yards away and when he focused he could take ten miles without straining.

Taku jumped down from one of the trees and threw a hundred shuriken at Idaku.

Idaku used NP to zigzag between them, pulled out his naginata and made a stab at Taku. he blocked and broke the naginata and threw his cousin to the ground. "what have i told you about direct strikes!" he yelled slamming a steel toed boot into his groin.

Idaku coughed and spluttered on the ground for a bit not expecting that but stood back up without complaint and extended the length of the claws on his right hand while making a fake with his left then actually kicking with a spiked right foot to Taku's knee. 'hows that for indirect bitch.' he said as he sent his cousin flying. or at least the log that replaced him.

"it would have been good if i hadn't smelled it coming a mile off rookie." he said slamming him down into the ground.

it went on like that for another five hours. they where both still no where near their limit and the forest of metla trees had been bent and molded so many different ways it didn't even look the same. the sound of metal cleaving through metal rang out through the court yard. Idaku had made a spear as hard as diamond and cut the metal block that was protecting his cousin in half, the edge of the blade stopping just before it hit his head. "i win."