Chapter 33.2- One Thousand Hands

“Again” She heard a harsh voice say as soon as she felt her mind return to her. She scowled as she stood up. She’d taken too much chakra again and lost control. A mess.

“Where’s Han?” She asked. He was at least useful unlike this lot.

“Shut up, Jinchuriki. Again” The old man said. She silently promised herself that he would die at her hand while she stared him down.

“Where is Han?” She demanded this time, making it clear that she was not going to cooperate until she got an answer.

“He’s been stationed at the border with Kusa. Now Again, Jinchuriki” She took the answer as a victory, small as it was as she reached within herself for the Yonbi’s chakra. This time, she had an easier time pulling it out of her and felt I flowing through her network before it began to leak out of her body. That was one thing about tailed beast chakra that constantly drew her interest. It was so dense that it could not remain internal for long. It had to exert itself on the world around her. As Han put it, they loved to show off.

Her vision was tinted red as the tailed beast’s aura grew to cover her entire body. If she turned around, she was sure she’d find a tail floating behind her.

“One tail, Version 1 cloak: Success” One of the lesser aged but equally boring foggies called out.

“Steady, Jinchuriki. Steady.”

“No. Push it” The old fog in charge said, directly countermanding his subordinate.

“But Hiroshi-sama”

“But nothing. A single tail is nothing. Roshi could access three and version two” He replied harshly.

“Roshi was much old-“

“Push it, I said” The man replied harshly. She wondered if they were yet to figure out that with the enhanced senses of this form, she could hear them as they spoke in whispers.

“Jinchuriki. Draw on more of the Yonbi’s chakra.” The one that had been speaking into the microphone finally said. Gladly, she thought. She was playing along with this whole mess for her own reasons. She’d been mistaken as to her strength. Being better than her senseis didn’t matter. Shorirama Senju had killed the Raikage. Kubo Yatsuki had struggled to last minutes against him as he played with their attempts to team up against him. That was the level she needed to reach.

The surge of anger that marked the name of the man she wanted to kill was pushed down with a savage intensity. She could not afford to lose focus at this point. She felt for the line that connected her to the mass of chakra in her gut and began to pull even more. She could feel it as it encroached on her mind. The desire to run wild, to rage against those who would keep her enclosed. The desire to dominate. She cleared her mind like Han taught. “You are you. The beast is the beast. You win because you are greater than the beast.” She whispered to herself as she pulled on more and more chakra.

“Perfect. Hold it there, Jinchuriki. Two tails, Version 2 Cloak: Success”