Wlriengder: Beast Cautious!
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## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Prologue "Unexpected Encounter with a Vicious Yokai"?

He open his eyes, only to find himself in a strange pink forest, all the leaves in the trees are glowing, lighting up the whole forest. He's never seen anything like this before, and he starts to get a sense of unease. Where is he? He stands up and takes a look around, hoping to find some clue as to where he is. He starts to walk aimlessly, trying to find his way out of this eerie forest, but every step he takes only seem to makes him even more lost. He see a small shrine, and a man is worshipping at the shrine, chanting something in an unknown language. He is curious as to what kind of shrine this is, and why the man is worshiping at it. He slowly approaches the shrine, trying not to disturb the man's worship...He walk closer and get a better look at the shrine. It look like a Japanese shrine, but he can't identify which one. The man is still chanting his prayers, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together. He feels a strange energy coming from the shrine, something that is both familiar and unfamiliar. He feels drawn to the shrine, as if it is calling to him. He can't help but feel curious about it....He stands there, trying to figure out what is going on. Is there anything special about this shrine? He look back at the man, who is still in his state of worship. He is tempted to ask the man about the shrine, but he is not sure if he would be interrupting the man's prayers. He decide to wait for the man to finish his prayer...He stand patiently as the man continues his prayers, the chanting getting louder and more intense. He starts to feel a sense of anticipation, as if the shrine has something to tell him. The energy coming from the Shrine grow stronger, and he feels a strong pull towards it...The man suddenly stops chanting, and he looks at him with a smile on his face. The man says in a calm voice, "You seem to be lost, young man." He is a little taken aback by the man's words, but he tries to remain calm..."Yeah, I'm a little lost. I don't even know where I am," he replies, trying to keep his composure. The man let out a laugh and says, "You are in a place known as the Forest of Eternal kamikado. It is a place of power, where the energy of the land is strong and the spirits roam free." He is surprise by the man's words.
A forest known as the "Forest of Eternal Kamikado"? Spirits roaming free? He never heard of such a thing before. He ask the man, "What do you mean by that? Are there really spirits here?"The man nods and replies, "Yes, there are spirits here. This forest has been a place of worship for generations. People come here to pray and seek the guidance of the spirits." He can't believe what he's hearing, "Seek guidance from spirits? Is that even possible?"The man explains, "Yes, there are yokai here. They are the spirits of the land and they watch over the forest. They are often portrayed as strange and fearsome creatures, but they are also beings of wisdom and power." He is both fascinated and frightened by the idea of yokai, and he ask, "Are they dangerous?"The man shakes his head and says, "Not all yokai are dangerous. Some of them are benevolent and even helpful towards humans. But there are also many yokai who are malevolent and cause harm. It all depends on the individual yokai and its nature." He feels a sense of relief and curiosity. He ask the man, "Have you ever encountered a yokai yourself?"The man nods and says, "Yes, I have encountered many yokai in my time. I have learned to respect them and coexist with them. They are part of the natural order of the forest." He is impressed by the man's knowledge and respect for yokai. He ask the man, "How do you know so much about yokai and this forest?"The man chuckle and replies, "I have lived in this forest for many years, and I have spent my time studying the yokai and their ways. This forest has many secrets and I have spent my life trying to uncover them." He is amazed by the man's dedication and knowledge. He ask the man, "Do you know of any yokai that I should be aware of in this forest?"The man nods and says, "Yes, there are a few yokai in this forest that you should be wary of. The first is the Tengu, a dangerous and intelligent yokai with bird-like features. It is known to play tricks on humans and lead them astray." He listens intently, making a mental note to be careful if he encounters a Tengu. He ask the man, "What about the others?"The man continues, "Another yokai to be cautious of is the kappa, a shape-shifting yokai that lives in ponds and streams. It is known to drag humans into the water and drown them." He feel a shiver run down his spine at the thought of encountering a Kappa. He ask the man, "Is there any way to defend myself against these yokai?"The man thinks for a moment and then replies, "The best way to defend yourself is to be respectful and mindful. Do not provoke the yokai or disrespect them in any way. Also, it may be helpful to have a weapon or a talisman that is used to ward off evil spirits." He nods, taking in the man's advice. He ask the man, "Is there anything else that I should know about this forest or the yokai?"The man ponders for a moment and then answers, "There is one more thing I must warned you about. This forest is also the domain of the Orochi, a legendary eight-headed dragon and a powerful yokai." He is utterly shocked by the man's words. An Orochi in this forest?"The Orochi is considered the guardian and ruler of this forest. It is said to be a fearsome and powerful yokai, with eight heads and a ferocious temper. It is best to avoid the Orochi at all costs if you encounter it. That being said, I've never seen the Orochi myself, and some even doubt its existence." He can't believe what he's hearing. An Orochi... in this forest...He can't help but ask, "Is it true that the Orochi has eight heads? Is it really a dragon?" The man laughs and says, "Yes, it is said to have eight heads, each with a mouth that breathes fire. It is a fearsome and legendary creature, but its true nature is shrouded in myth and mystery." He can't help but shiver at the idea of encountering a multi-headed dragon. He ask the man, "Is there any way to defeat the Orochi if I encounter it?"He feels a sense of dread at the thought of encountering the Orochi, but he also feels a sense of awe. If the Orochi exists, it must be a truly magnificent and fearsome creature. He ask the man, "Is there any way to prove that the Orochi really exists?" The man thinks for a moment and answers, "It is difficult to prove the existence of the Orochi. It is said to be a legendary yokai that only appears in whispers and stories. However, some say that the Orochi leaves behind certain signs or clues wherever it goes. If you look closely, you may be able to find some hint of the Orochi's presence." He is intrigued by the man's words, but he also feels a sense of doubt. The Orochi seems almost too mythical to be true. He nods in understanding, but he can't shake off the doubt in his mind. The Orochi seems too legendary to be real. But then again, he is in a place where spirits and yokai are real. He ask the man, "do you which direction does the town?"
The man points in a direction and says, "If you follow this path, you will find yourself in a nearby town. It's about a day's walk from here." He nods in thanks and starts to walk in the direction the man pointed to. As he walks, he can't help but dwell on the man's words about the Orochi, spirits and yokai. The thought of encountering a legendary eight-headed dragon is both thrilling and terrifying. He can't help but wonder if the Orochi is really real, or just a myth told around campfires. Suddenly, he hear a rustling sound in the bushes behind him. He turns around quickly, but there is nothing there. He shakes his head and continues walking, telling himself that it's just his imagination. Out of nowhere, a Yokai leaps at him from the bushes, its malevolent intentions clear. He tries to defend himself, but he's not well equipped for this kind of situation.


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 1 "Rise of the Spectrum Attribute: Unleashing Blue Flame - The Journey of Taro"

The Yokai attacks ruthlessly, its claws scratching and teeth biting. He dodges and rolls to avoid the attacks, but he can feel his strength fading. He's not sure how much longer he can keep up the fight. The Yokai is relentless, and he can feel himself getting worn out. He needs to find a way to defeat this creature quickly, before it's too late. He looks around desperately for something, anything that he could use as a weapon. He sees a large stick on the ground nearby, and he quickly grabs it, brandishing it like a makeshift spear. He faces the Yokai with the stick in hand, trying to look brave and determined, but deep inside, he's terrified. The stick is not a good weapon at all, but it's all he has. To his surprise, the stick he's holding suddenly starts to glow and transform into an ornate spear that looks as if it's made of gold and silver. He looks at the spear in awe, wondering what just happened. The spear feels lighter and more balanced than the stick did, and he can feel a strange energy emanating from it. Is this some kind of divine intervention? Or is it just his imagination? There's no time to ponder that now, as the Yokai is already in front of him, its claws ready to tear him apart. He grips the spear tightly and braces himself for the next attack. The Yokai lunges at him, its fangs bared and its eyes filled with malice. He reacts quickly, thrusting the spear forward at the Yokai's approaching body. As he thrusts the spear at the Yokai, he feels a strange power surging through him. A powerful beam of energy shoots out from the tip of the spear, hitting the Yokai full on. The Yokai lets out a pained howl as it's hit by the energy blast. It stumbles back, clearly dazed and weakened by the attack. His eyes widen in surprise, not expecting such a powerful attack to come out of the spear. He's not sure how he did it, but he's grateful for the extra firepower. The Yokai seems to be recovering from the blast, slowly rising back to its feet. It gives him a furious look, its eyes filled with hate. The Yokai lets out a guttural snarl, speaking in a deep and ominous voice, "Foolish human. You think you can defeat me with your pathetic weapon?" The voice send chills down his spine, but he doesn't back down. He keeps the spear pointing at the Yokai, ready to attack again if necessary. The Yokai cackles, its eyes narrowing in anger. "You're just a weak and insignificant human. No matter how powerful your weapon is, you are still nothing compared to me." He grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure. The Yokai's words are getting to him, but he can't let it show. He grips the spear tighter, preparing himself for the next attack. The Yokai crouches low, ready to pounce. "You are nothing but a plaything for me. I'll make you suffer for defying me like this!" The tension in the air is palpable, as the Yokai prepares to attack once again. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, but he does his best to stay focused and keep his guard up. The Yokai suddenly lunges forward with surprising speed, sending him flying back with a powerful push. He lands heavily on the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He tries to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he struggles to get back up. The Yokai stands a few meters away, cackling at him with a cruel smile on its face. "Is that all you got? I was expecting more of a fight from you, human. But you're just as weak and pathetic as I thought." The Yokai sneers, licking its lips in anticipation. As the anger and desperation overtake him, he runs towards the Yokai, a blue flame suddenly igniting around him. The flame takes on the shape of countless birds, rushing towards the Yokai in a flurry of flaming feathers. The Yokai is caught off guard by the sudden attack, as the blue flame birds swarm around it, scorching its skin and leaving burns all over its body. It let out a pained howl, trying to swat the birds away The birds continue their relentless assault, dive-bombing the Yokai and leaving burn marks all over its body. The Yokai is clearly hurt and struggling to fend off the attack. He takes advantage of the momentary distraction from the flaming birds, charging forward to attack the Yokai with his spear. As he approaches, he sees the Yokai slowly dissolving, its body turning to dust and smoke. Within moments, the Yokai is completely gone, reduced to nothing but swirling smoke and ash. He stands there, panting and exhausted, staring at the spot where the Yokai was just a moment ago. He can hardly believe what just happened. The Yokai, which was so menacing and powerful, is now gone, defeated by his own hands. He looks down at the spear in his hand, still glowing with a faint energy. Looking at the glowing spear in his hand, he can't help but wonder about the power that just unleashed. He stares at the spear, still baffled by its ability to produce such powerful beams of energy. He mutters to himself, "What was that? How did I do that?" He tries to recall the events that just transpired, trying to figure out how he made the spear release those powerful beams. It all happened so fast, and he didn't even expect it to happen. He can't help but wonder if there's something more to this spear, or if he has some hidden power within himself. The man who spoke to him about the spirits and yokai earlier suddenly appears, having witnessed the entire battle. He looks at the glowing spear in his hand and smiles.
He says, "That ability you just used is called 'surge'. It's a rare and powerful ability that only a few people possess. It's very fitting with your spear. You seem to have great potential." The man explains, "Given the fact that you can control Blue Flame, it's safe to say that your attribute is a Spectrum attribute. Spectrum attributes are rare and powerful, capable of manipulating multiple types of abilities and magic with a weapon or not . You're very lucky to possess such an attribute." He can feel a thrill run through him at the man's words. Spectrum attribute? That sounds powerful and rare. It means that he has the potential to do many things with this spear, and possibly harness more abilities and magic. The man smiles and introduces himself with a bow, "My name is Takeshi. And you are...?" He hesitates for a moment, then says, "Call me... Taro." Takeshi nods, seemingly satisfied with the name. "Taro, huh? It's a pleasure to meet you. You fought that Yokai bravely, and your use of Surge was impressive." He can't help but feel a little embarrassed by Takeshi's  compliment. "Thanks, I guess I just... reacted on instinct. I didn't know I could do that." Takeshi chuckles lightly, "Instinct can be a powerful tool in a fight, especially with a power like Surge. But if you want to control it properly and harness its full potential, you will need to train and practice. I can help you with that if you like."
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## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 2 "Discovering Powers, Forging Bonds: A Spectrum's Journey" ?

He feels a spark of excitement at Takeshi's offer. The thought of training and learning to control his ability sounds exciting. "You'd help me train?" Takeshi nods, "Yes, I would be happy to teach you. I have some experience with Spectrum and Surge, and I can guide you in your training." He looks at him intently, "But it won't be easy. You'll have to work hard and push yourself. Are you up for it?" He nods, determination in his eyes, "I'm up for it. I'll do whatever it takes to learn and control this power. Teach me". Takeshi smiles, pleased by his enthusiasm. "Good. We'll start your training right away then. But I should warn you, it will be harsh and intense. You will be pushed to your limits and beyond. Are you sure you're prepared for that?" He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. "I'm prepared. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to learn and control this power. I won't give up, no matter what." Takeshi smiles, impressed by his determination. "Good. But remember, Rome wasn't built in a day, and you won't master your Spectrum ability overnight. It will take time and effort. But I believe you have the potential to become a powerful user, and I'll do my best to help you achieve that potential." He nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I understand. I'm ready to put in the work and train hard. I won't let you down." Takeshi claps him on the shoulder, "That's the spirit. I'll take you to my dojo to start your training. From now on, you will stay there and train with me every day. Are you ready for that?" He takes a deep breath and nods, "Yes, I'm ready. I'll stay at your dojo and train with you every day. I'm a quick learner, and I won't give up until I've mastered my power." Takeshi smiles approvingly, pleased with his determination. "That's what I like to hear. Come with me, then. The journey to the dojo might be a little long, but we've got plenty of time to talk and get acquainted on the way." He follows Takeshi as they begin their journey to the dojo. As they walk, he can't help but wonder what kind of training he will undergo, and how long it will take for him to master his Spectrum ability.  Takeshi begins to chat with him as they walk, telling him about the dojo and the training methods he'll use to help him master his power. He listens intently, taking in every word and feeling a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of the intense training. Takeshi tells him about the strict training regimen he'll be put on, and the various techniques and exercises he'll be learning to control his power. He also tells him about the sparring sessions and drills he'll be taking part in, to sharpen his combat skills and build his endurance and stamina. He takes in every word, his mind racing with images of the training he'll go through. He can picture himself sweating and struggling on the training grounds, pushing himself to the absolute limit to control his power. The thought is both intimidating and thrilling. Takeshi also informs him about the living situation at the dojo, explaining that the training will be intense and he won't have much time for leisure. They'll be staying together at the dojo, sleeping in a shared dormitory and eating meals together. He nods, absorbing all the information. He'll be completely immersed in training and living at the dojo, with little time for anything else. It'll be a challenging and demanding experience, but he's determined to make it through. As they reach the outskirts of the town, Takeshi points to a large building in the distance. "That's the dojo. We'll be living and training here from now on." He looks at the dojo, taking in its imposing facade. It's a large building with a traditional Japanese architectural style, surrounded by a vast training ground. He can already picture himself training there, working hard to control his power. Takeshi nods, seeing his gaze. "Don't let the size of the building intimidate you. You'll get used to it soon enough. And don't worry, you won't be alone. There are other students training there as well. You'll get to meet them later." He nods, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of meeting other students. He's not used to being around people, especially not in a training environment. But he also feels a flicker of curiosity - he wonders what kind of people the other students will be, and what their abilities might be. Takeshi sees him lost in thought and laughs lightly. "Don't worry, the other students are nice. They've all been training with me for a long time, and they'll welcome you. You'll get along with them just fine." He nods, feeling a little reassured by Takeshi's words. He's not sure how he'll fit in with the other students, but he's hopeful that he'll be accepted and able to train with them. He's also excited to learn from them, and possibly even make some friends. Takeshi leads him towards the dojo, and they approach the entrance. Takeshi stops and turns to him, looking him straight in the eye. "Before we go in, I should warn you - the other students can be a bit rowdy sometimes. They might be a little surprised to see you at first, since you're new and all. But don't let that intimidate you, okay? Just be confident and be yourself. You'll fit in just fine." He nods, feeling his nerves start to flutter again. He's not used to being the center of attention, and the thought of being introduced to a group of people he doesn't know is a little nerve-wracking. But he also feels a flicker of determination - he won't give up or let his nerves get the best of him. He'll face the other students and show them who he is. Takeshi pats him on the back, sensing his nerves. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll be right there with you."
With that, he opens the doors and leads him into the dojo. The interior of the dojo is even more impressive than the outside. It's a huge open space, with high ceilings and wooden floors. Weapons and training equipment are arranged on the walls and in various corners. The sound of sparring and chatter can be heard in the distance. He takes in the scenery, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He can hear more distinctly the sounds of sparring and chatter, and he begins to feel a little intimidated by the unfamiliar surroundings. He follows behind Takeshi, feeling a little uneasy and out of place. As they walk further into the room, a group of students notices them and starts to whisper and look at him with curiosity. They seem surprised to see a new person, and they're clearly wondering who he is and why he's here. He can feel their gazes on him, and he can see them whispering and pointing at him. He can't make out what they're saying, but he can feel their curiosity and suspicion. He feels a flicker of self-consciousness, feeling like he's on display for them to admire or judge. Takeshi calls out to the group, and they all turn to him. "Hey, guys! This is our new student. Be nice and make him feel welcome." The group looks at him intently, clearly sizing him up and assessing him. A few of them nod and smile politely, while a few others still look a little suspicious. He swallows nervously, feeling their gazes on him and wondering what they're thinking about him. Takeshi chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, don't be shy. Introduce yourself." He swallows his nervousness and takes a deep breath. Everyone's eyes are still on him, waiting for him to speak. He steels his nerves, then says firmly, "Hello. My name's... Taro." The group of students look at him for a moment, taking in his words and his appearance. Then, one of them pipes up, "Taro, huh? What kind of ability do you have?" He hesitates for a moment, a little reluctant to reveal his power. But he knows that they will find out sooner or later, and he doesn't want to keep anything from them. He clenches his hands into fists and says, "I.... I have an ability surge and spectrum attribute The group murmurs with interest, clearly surprised by the revelation. One of them speaks up again, "You are  Spectrum? That's impressive. How strong is your Surge?"
He feels a little flattered by their interest, but he also feels a little bit uneasy. He's not sure how strong his Surge is compared to others, and he doesn't want to boast or overestimate himself. He scratches the back of his head and says, "I... I don't know. I've only just discovered my ability. I'm still learning to control it." The group nods in understanding, and a few of them smile sympathetically. One of them pipes up, "Don't worry, we all have to start somewhere. We'll be training together, so we'll probably see how strong you are soon enough." He nods, feeling a little reassured by their words. He's still a little nervous, but he can see that they're not necessarily hostile towards him. He can also feel Takeshi's hand still on his shoulder, giving him a little nudge of encouragement. One of the students speaks up again, a little more confidently this time. "You know, it's not every day that a Spectrum user shows up at the dojo. You must be pretty special."
He feels a little flattery at their words, but also a little self-conscious. He doesn't consider himself special, he's just a regular guy who happens to have this power. He shrugs awkwardly and says, "I... I don't know about that. I'm just here to learn and get stronger, like everyone else." The student who spoke up grins, "That's good to hear. We like it when newbies are humble and not too cocky."
Another student pipes up, "Yeah, but we also like it when they're strong. So don't hold back during trainings, okay?" He nods, feeling a little more relaxed now. The group seems to be warming up to him, and they're even starting to joke around with him and tease him a little. He can even see a few of them grinning at him with a challenge in their eyes. Takeshi steps in, sensing that it's time to get down to business. "Okay, okay, that's enough chatter. Let's show Taro where his room is, and then we can begin training."
The students nod and start to move, showing him the way to his dormitory. He follows them, feeling a little overwhelmed but also excited. He can't believe that he's actually here, that he's actually going to be living and training in this dojo with these people. The dormitory is a simple room, with a few bunk beds and some storage space. He's assigned a bottom bunk with a locker next to it for his belongings. He takes a look around and feels a little nostalgic, reminded of the room he had back at the orphanage.
One of the students, a tall girl with short black hair, nudges him and points to a locker. "You can put your stuff in there. And make sure you keep it organized, okay? We don't want your crap spread out everywhere."
He nods, feeling a little intimidated by the girl's stern tone. He hasn't said anything to her yet, and he doesn't want to get on the wrong side of her. He quickly starts unpacking his meager belongings, placing them neatly in the locker as he's been instructed. Another student, a muscular guy with spiky blond hair, walks over to him and pats him on the back. "Don't mind her, she's just like that. She's actually pretty nice once you get to know her." He smiles awkwardly, feeling a little relieved. He's not used to this kind of atmosphere, where people are so open and direct with their words. But he also finds it refreshing, and he can tell that everyone here is used to living and training together, like a family. The students continue to show him around, pointing out the showers, the toilets, and the recreation room. They also explain the daily schedule to him, when breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be served, and what time training will start each day. He nods along, taking it all in and trying to remember everything. The tour ends in the training hall, a large room with mats and various training equipment. Takeshi is standing in the middle of the room, waiting for them to finish the tour. He smiles and motions to him. "Alright, now that you know the layout of the place, you're ready for your first training session." His heart skips a beat as Takeshi's words sink in. He's going to have his first training session in this dojo, with the other students staring at him and probably judging him. He swallows nervously, feeling his nerves starting to flutter again. Takeshi notices his nerves and gives him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, just do your best and don't feel pressured. Everyone's been in your shoes before, and we all know how it feels to be new here. Just focus on your training and ignore the others." He nods, feeling grateful for Takeshi's words. He tries to push his nerves aside and focus on the task at hand. He follows Takeshi to the middle of the room, where he can feel the other students watching him intently. Takeshi positions him in front of a punching bag and says, "Okay, for now, let's just see how you throw a punch. Show me what you've got." The punch connects with a dull thumping sound, and the punching bag jolts slightly but doesn't move much. The other students watch with interest, their gazes fixed on him. Takeshi is watching him carefully as well, taking in his form and technique. He takes another deep breath, feeling a little embarrassed by the lack of impact he made with his punch. He tries again, putting more force into the blow and trying to concentrate his power. The second punch lands harder than the first, and the punching bag jerks more forcefully this time.


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 3 "The Blue Sun's : A Journey of blue flame and Mastery"

Takeshi nods, looking satisfied. "Good. You have potential. But you're still holding back. Don't be afraid to use your full power, okay? You won't break the punching bag, don't worry." He nods, feeling a little bit of confidence seeping in. He takes a deep breath again and focuses on his power, trying to channel as much energy as he can into his next punch. He throws a powerful blow, putting all his weight behind it, and the punching bag shakes and jiggles on the chain. The other students gasp and let out a collective "woah" as the punching bag catches on fire and disintegrates into ashes. The remains fall to the ground in a pile of smoldering ash.
The students look at him with a mix of surprise and awe. Even Takeshi is a little taken aback by his display of power. He looks at him with a serious expression and says, "That's... That's impressive." He stares at the ashes in shock, realizing what he just did. He didn't mean to burn the punching bag to a crisp, he was just trying to follow Takeshi's advice and use his full power. He feels a mixture of surprise and embarrassment at his own strength.
He looks at Takeshi, hoping that he won't get in trouble for destroying the punching bag. Takeshi doesn't seem angry, just a little impressed by his power. He glances at the ashes on the floor and then back at him, saying, "That was quite something. You have a lot of raw power, but you need to learn how to control it. Otherwise, you'll end up hurting someone unintentionally." He nods, feeling chastised but also grateful for Takeshi's advice. He looks at the other students, who are still staring at him with a mix of awe and curiosity. He wonders what they're thinking about him, now that they've witnessed his power firsthand. One of the students, the short haired girl who had been so stern earlier, speaks up. "I'm impressed. I've never seen anyone burn a punching bag to ashes before. You've got some serious power." He feels a little flattered by the girl's words, but also a little self-conscious. He scratches the back of his head and says awkwardly, "I... I didn't mean to burn it. I was just trying to follow Takeshi's advice and use my full power." Takeshi chuckles and pats his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's okay. We have plenty of punching bags. And besides, it's good to see that you're not holding back. But like I said, you need to learn how to control it. We'll work on that during your training." He nods, feeling a little reassured by Takeshi's words. He's glad that he's not in trouble for destroying the punching bag, and he's also glad that Takeshi is willing to help him control his power. He looks around at the other students, who are still looking at him with a mix of awe and curiosity. He can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by their gazes, but he also feels a little proud of himself for showing them what he can do. He walks over to his assigned bunk bed and sits down on the edge of it, feeling exhausted after his first training session. He takes off his shoes and lies down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. The adrenaline from the training session is still coursing through his veins, making it hard for him to relax.
But eventually, his exhaustion catches up with him, and he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.  In his dream, he finds himself face to face with his creature, who is now taking the form of a towering man-like being with a body that's made of flames. The creature speaks to him, its voice deep and booming like the roar of a fire.
"Greetings, little one. I am your creature, and my name is Cthugha." He can feel a mixture of surprise and awe at the sight of his creature in this dream. It feels strange to be talking to it, to see it taking a tangible form. He stares at the creature's blazing form for a moment, mesmerized by the way the flames dance and flicker along its body. The creature, Cthugha, seems to sense his surprise and awe, and it gives him a knowing smile. "I take it you're surprised to see me like this. But don't be alarmed, I won't harm you. I am here to serve you, to be your companion and your partner." Cthugha continues to speak, its voice now sounding even more deep and booming. "Yes, that's correct. I am your host, and in exchange for allowing me to reside within you, I will grant you the power to manipulate the element of fire. You will be able to create, manipulate, and control fire at your will."
He feels a mixture of surprise and shock at the creature's words. He can't believe that he's been chosen by such a powerful being, but at the same time, he feels a little nervous about the responsibility that comes with this power. He feels a surge of energy coursing through him, and instinctively creates a powerful blue flame in the palm of his hand. The flame is hot, almost burning his skin, but he can somehow sense that it's not harming him.
Cthugha, in the form of the man-like creature, watches him with pride and fascination. "Well done, little one. It seems you are a natural at controlling the power of fire." He stares at the blue flame in his hand, amazed by the power it holds. He can feel its heat and its energy, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating. He looks up at Cthugha, feeling a mix of awe and curiosity. Cthugha smiles at him, its eyes burning with an intense fire. "You have a gift, little one. But power is nothing without control. You must learn to hone your abilities and use them wisely. I will assist you in this journey, but the ultimate path is yours to take." As he continues to stare at the blue flame, he suddenly feels a strange sensation coursing through his body. It's as if the power of fire is transforming him, altering his very being.
He looks down at himself, and his body has started to transform into the same man-like creature form as Cthugha, made of blue flames burning with an intense light.
As he looks down at his transformed form, he realizes that he has taken on the appearance of a humanoid creature made entirely of blue flames. His body is now tall and muscular, but made of a flickering, shimmering force of fire.
He can feel the power coursing through him, the flames that make up his body burning with an intense heat. He looks at his hands and sees that they are now made of blue fire, crackling and popping with an almost uncontrollable energy. He feels a sense of awe and wonder at his transformation, but also a sense of unease. It's as if he's become a completely different being, a creature made of flames and power. He looks at Cthugha, who stands beside him in the dream, and asks,
"What have I become?"
Cthugha looks at him with a small smile and says, "You have become a being of fire. A being of power. You are no longer a mere mortal, but a creature that can manipulate the very flames that make up your body."
"But," he says, feeling a sense of confusion and uncertainty, "will I be able to change back? Will I be able to return to my normal human form?"
Cthugha nods, its eyes still burning with an intense fire. "Indeed, you will be able to change back to your human form whenever you wish. Your transformation is not permanent, unless you choose to make it so."
He lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a little reassured by Cthugha's words. He's glad to know that he won't be stuck in this form forever, but at the same time he feels a sense of curiosity about his new abilities.
Cthugha seems to sense his curiosity and says, "Now, it's time for you to try out your newfound abilities. Use your fire to create and do anything that come to your mind."
*He focuses on his power, channeling all his energy into his desire to create a giant blue sun. As he does, he feels the power of his fire begin to gather and swirl around him, as if the very energy of the flames themselves is being drawn into his will.*
*With great effort, he brings forth a huge, blazing ball of blue fire, growing and expanding until it's the size of the sun.*
The heat and light from the blue sun is intense, almost blinding, and it bathes the dream landscape in an otherworldly light. He can feel the power of the fire pulsating through him as he holds the blue sun in place.
He stares at the giant blue sun that he's created, feeling a sense of awe and power. It's an incredible sight, almost impossible to believe that he could create such a thing. But at the same time, he feels a slight unease in his stomach, as if the power he's wielding is almost too much for him to handle
He looks at Cthugha, who is now watching the blue sun with a mixture of pride and caution. "Is... Is this really me? Did I really create this?"
Cthugha nods, its eyes still burning with an intense fire. "Yes, little one. You did indeed create this blue sun. The power of fire is vast and powerful, and you are now its master."
As he struggles to come to terms with his new power, he hears a voice, faint but distinct in his mind. It's the voice of his creature, "Taro", speaking to him.
"Why ask such a thing, little one? I have chosen you as my host because I believe you are worthy of the power that I possess. You are strong and brave, and you have the ability to become great."
"But more than that," Taro continues, its voice taking on a more serious tone, "I have chosen you because I believe that you can use my power for good. You have the potential to change the world, little one. To bring both creation and destruction, if you so choose."
He listens to Taro's words, feeling a mixture of confusion and understanding. He still isn't quite sure why he's been chosen as a host, but he trusts in the wisdom of his creature. And besides, he knows that he has a responsibility to use his power for good, to make a positive impact on the world.
He looks at the giant blue sun that he's created, the flames still burning with an intense light. He takes a deep breath and says, "I understand, Taro. I will do my best to use your power for good. I will use it to create and protect, not to destroy or harm. But I need guidance. I need to learn how to control this power."
Taro's voice rings out again in his mind, "I will guide you, little one. I will teach you how to control your power, how to harness its full potential. But remember, true mastery requires practice and patience. It will take time and effort to learn how to wield my power effectively."
He feels the dream begin to fade away, the landscape beginning to dissolve and disappear. He can feel himself being pulled back to the waking world, away from the dream realm and back to reality.
As he slowly wakes up, he blinks his eyes and sits up in his bed. He feels a little disoriented, trying to remember the dream he just had. The images of the blue flames and the giant blue sun still linger in his mind, along with the voice of his creature, Taro.


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 4 he Battle and the Blue Sun"

He takes a deep breath and looks around the dormitory, taking in the quiet and dark room. It's still early morning, and the other students are still asleep in their beds. He feels a sense of awe and wonder at what he's experienced in his dream, and at the same time a sense of responsibility and destiny. He lies back down in his bed and closes his eyes, still feeling the last lingering traces of the dream. The power of fire still pulses within him, a reminder of his newfound abilities and the responsibility that comes with them. As he drifts back to sleep, he makes a promise to himself, to learn how to control his power and use it for good, just as his creature has promised to guide and teach him. He falls into a deep sleep, his dreams now filled with images of flames and power, and the journey ahead that waits for him. The morning sun slowly begins to filter in through the window of the dormitory, Casting shafts of light over the rows of beds. The other students begin to wake up, slowly stirring in their beds and sitting up in their bunks. He slowly opens his eyes, his mind still fuzzy from sleep. He can hear the other students stirring and talking amongst themselves, the sound of whispered conversations and shuffling footsteps. He sits up in his bed and rubs his eyes, still feeling a little dazed from the dream he had.
The memories of the dream come back to him, and he suddenly remembers the power and the transformation that he had experienced. He looks down at his hands, half expecting to see the blue flames flickering on his skin.
But he realizes that he's back in his normal human form, his hands and arms now just their usual flesh and bone. He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, still trying to shake off the dream and the strange sense of power that it had left him with.
He looks around the dormitory, noticing the other students going about their morning routines. They don't seem to notice anything different about him, which gives him a sense of relief. He wonders if anyone else in the dormitory has experienced a similar dream, or if he's the only one chosen as a host.
He gets out of bed and starts to get dressed, feeling a little self-conscious about the dream and his newfound powers. He tries to act normal and calm, but he can't shake the feeling of unease and responsibility that the dream has left him with.
As he's getting dressed, he hears a commotion coming from outside the dormitory. Students are shouting and running, and he can hear the sounds of a scuffle and a fight. He quickly finishes getting dressed and rushes out of the dormitory to investigate.
As he exits the dormitory, he can see a scene of chaos and destruction. Several students are lying on the ground, injured and defeated. The stranger who attacked them is still standing in the center of the commotion, looking defiant and dangerous.
He can feel his anger and adrenaline rising as he takes in the scene. He's angry at the stranger for attacking the school and his classmates, and he feels a sense of responsibility to stop him. He clenches his fists, feeling the power of the fire coursing through him, waiting to be unleashed.
He steps forward, confronting the stranger. "Who are you and what do you want?" he calls out, his voice firm and steady.
The stranger turns to face him, a sneer on its face. "I am here to cause chaos and destruction," it growls. "And I will not be stopped by the likes of you."
He can feel the anger rising up within him at the stranger's words. "You will not harm these students or this school," he says firmly. "I won't allow it."
As he stands facing the stranger, he spots Takeshi lying on the ground, injured and unconscious. The sight of his classmate in pain only serves to stoke his anger further.
"You hurt my friend and Mr takeshi" he says through gritted teeth, a low growl in his voice. "You will pay for that."
The stranger sneers at him, clearly unafraid of his threat. "You think you can stop me, child?" it mocks.
He can feel the power of the fire coursing through him, the flames burning hotter and brighter within his veins. "I'm no child," he says firmly. "And I will stop you."
The stranger laughs, a cold and sinister sound. "We shall see about that," it says, launching itself towards him.
He braces himself for the attack, his mind focused and calm. He can see the stranger coming towards him, fists raised and ready to strike.  He quickly dodges the first punch, weaving to the side and countering with a kick to the stranger's side. The stranger stumbles for a moment, but quickly regains its footing and lunges at him again.
As the stranger lunges at him again, he quickly grabs a nearby spear, wielding it with ease. He swings the spear towards the stranger, aiming for its midsection.
The spear connects with its target, causing the stranger to stumble back and howl in pain. The stranger's demeanor changes, looking at him with a new sense of caution.
He feels a sudden push from behind, sending him crashing to the ground. He looks up to see the stranger standing over him, a cold smile on its face.  He can suddenly feel a sharp pain in his chest, a burning sensation that makes it hard to breathe. He gasps for air, realizing that the stranger must have grazed him with its poisonous claws. As he struggles to catch his breath, he suddenly remembers the dream he had the previous night. He feels a surge of adrenaline and power coursing through him, the fire within him burning brighter than ever before.  He can hear the voice of Cthugha from the dream in his head, echoing through his mind. "Use your power, little one. Let the flames of fire flow through you. Use them to protect yourself and your friends." He takes a deep breath and focuses on the power of the fire, feeling it surging through his body. He looks up at the stranger, who is still standing over him, grinning and confident.
With a burst of energy, he summons a giant blue sun, the size of the Sun itself. The light emitted from the blue sun is so intense that it blocks out the entire atmosphere, creating a bright and blinding display.
He can feel the power of the blue sun coursing through him, the heat and energy radiating from his body. He can see the stranger looking up at the blue sun in wonder and fear, its demeanor changing in an instant.
As he summons the blue sun, he feels a strange and powerful transformation begin to take place. His human form begins to change, his body becoming covered in a bright blue flame. He becomes a humanoid creature, his right leg and half of his body now wrapped in a fiery blue aura.
The stranger screams as the blue sun's intense heat engulfs it, turning its body to ash. The ash and rubble fall to the ground, leaving the stranger nothing more than a pile of cinders.
He looks down at the remains of the stranger, a mixture of satisfaction and shock on his face. He can't believe the power that he had unleashed, the power that had destroyed the stranger in an instant.
He looks around him, taking in the aftermath of the fight. The other students are staring at him in shock and awe, their eyes wide and mouths agape. They had never seen anything like this before, a human transforming into a fiery creature and creating a blue sun to defeat an enemy.
He feels a sense of exhaustion and weariness come over him, the toll of the transformation and the fight taking its toll on him. He looks down at himself, noticing that the blue flames around him are starting to fade.
As the flames start to die down, he feels his body begin to revert back to its original human form. The power of the fire slowly subsides, leaving him feeling weaker and more vulnerable than before.
He tries to take a step forward, but his legs buckle underneath him, the weakness overtaking his body. He can feel the fatigue and exhaustion consuming him, the transformation taking more out of him than he realized.
He falls to his knees, his breathing heavy and labored. He feels like he's about to pass out, his vision starting to swim and blur. He can hear the voices of the other students around him, their worried and concerned voices echoing in his ears.
He tries to say something, to reassure them that he's alright, but his voice comes out as a weak and hoarse whisper. He can feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, his eyes closing involuntarily.
The last thing he hears is the sound of footsteps rushing towards him and the worried voices of his classmates, their words fading away as he sinks into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Takeshi, looking worried and concerned, quickly rushes forward and scoops up Taro's unconscious body. He lifts him in his arms, supporting his weight and holding him close.
As Takeshi is holding Taro's unconscious body, a sudden blue flame appears and surrounds them for a moment before disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared. Takeshi looks around, startled and confused, not knowing what had just happened.
He holds Taro close to his chest, continuing to look around for any signs of danger or further disturbances. He can feel Taro's body in his arms, still unconscious and weakened from the transformation.
He looks down at Taro, his expression filled with worry and concern. He can see that his friend is exhausted and weak from the earlier transformation and fight. He wonders what the blue flame might have meant and if there is any danger that they should be aware of.  He begins to carry Taro back to the dorms, wanting to get him somewhere safe and warm where he can rest and recover. He can feel the weight of his friend in his arms, the tiredness and exhaustion palpable in his body.  He walks quickly but carefully, trying not to jostle Taro too much. He can hear the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silent night, the only other sound being their breathing and the occasional distant sound of night insects.
As he walks, he can't shake the feeling of unease and worry. He has so many questions swirling around in his mind, and no answers to any of them. He looks down at Taro's unconscious face, hoping that he will wake up soon and provide some kind of explanation for what had just happened.
He reaches the dorms and carefully carries Taro inside, heading towards his room. He gently lays him down on the bed, making sure he is comfortable and covered with blankets. He sits down on the edge of the bed, watching his friend sleep, the questions and worry still weighing heavily on his mind.
He continues to sit, his eyes on Taro, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He feels a pang of guilt and worry, wondering if he should have stepped in sooner to prevent this from happening. But he also knows that there's nothing he can do now except wait and hope that his friend will wake up soon.
Hours pass, and the night grows deeper. Takeshi remains by his friend's bedside, his eyes watchful and worried. The dorm is quiet, the other students asleep in their beds. He can hear the occasional sound of a door shutting or footsteps in the hall, but for the most part the night is silent.
He can see the light of the moon streaming in through the window, casting a soft and silvery glow over the room. He watches as the shadows dance and move across the walls, the silence of the room only broken by the sound of Taro's steady breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets as he shifts in his sleep.
As the hours pass, he feels his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion, but he refuses to leave Taro's bedside. He leans back against the wall, his head bobbing slightly as he struggles to stay awake.
He catches himself just before he begins to nod off, forcing himself to sit up straight and focus on his friend. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay awake and alert, but the pull of sleep is relentless.
He tries to stay awake, but the hours of worry and waiting are taking their toll on him. He can feel his eyelids drooping again, his head beginning to dip forward.
Just as he is about to give in to exhaustion, he suddenly hears a soft rustling sound coming from the bed. He looks over to see Taro stirring and mumbling, his eyes starting to flutter open.
Takeshi quickly moves closer to the bed, his eyes wide and alert. He watches as Taro's eyes finally open, looking around confused and disoriented.
"Taro, can you hear me?" Takeshi asks, his voice soft and gentle. He moves closer, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Are you alright?"  Taro nods weakly, blinking his eyes as if trying to focus. "I...I think so," he says, his voice raspy and hoarse. "What happened? Why do I feel so tired?"
"You transformed and fought against the stranger," Takeshi says gently, helping him sit up in the bed. "You were unconscious for hours. I was worried about you."
Taro looks at him, his eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. "I...transformed?" he asks, his voice filled with confusion and wonder. "I don't remember any of that. I just feel...so weak." "You must have taxed your body too much during the transformation," Takeshi says, helping him lean back against the pillow. "You need to rest and recover your strength."
Taro shakes his head, struggling to remember. "I...I don't remember anything," he says, his voice weak and tired. "It's all a blur. I just remember feeling this sudden burst of power, and then everything went black." Takeshi nods, his expression concerned. "You probably pushed yourself too hard during the transformation," he says softly. "Your body couldn't handle the strain."
Taro closes his eyes, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I feel so tired," he says, his voice faint. "I don't think I can stay awake..." Takeshi reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing. "Just rest," he says softly. "I'll stay here with you." Taro nods weakly, his eyes already closing as sleep begins to take hold of him. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. Takeshi nods, watching as his friend's breathing evens out and his body relaxes in sleep again. He sits back in his chair, his eyes on Taro's unconscious form, a mixture of concern and relief on his face.


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 5

As he sits there, watching over his friend, he can't help but wonder about what had happened. He has so many questions, but no answers. He looks down at Taro's sleeping face, hoping that he will wake up soon and be able to explain everything.
Takeshi's eyelids start to feel heavy again, but he fights against the feeling. He doesn't want to leave Taro's side, not while he's vulnerable and weak. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to stay awake, his eyes never leaving his friend's face.
He can feel the exhaustion settling in, his body begging for rest, but he refuses to give in. He knows he needs to stay awake, to be there for his friend. He lets out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair, trying to stay alert.  He can hear the sounds of the night outside the window, the occasional sound of a door closing or footsteps in the hall. He looks towards the window, the moonlight casting a silvery glow across the room.
He feels a pang of tiredness wash over him again, his eyelids drooping and his head bobbing slightly. He quickly catches himself, sitting up straight and shaking his head. He can't give in to exhaustion, not now.
He looks back at Taro, his friend's sleeping form a source of comfort and worry. He can see the steady rise and fall of his chest, a sign that he's breathing at least.
Takeshi leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. He's starting to feel a sense of helplessness and frustration. He wants to understand what had happened, what had caused Taro to transform and drain himself of all his energy.
He continues to sit, watching over his friend, his mind racing with questions and worries. He can't shake the feeling of helplessness and frustration, wishing that he could do something more to help his friend.
He takes a deep breath, trying to clear his mind and focus on the present. He can't dwell on the unanswered questions right now. All he can do is wait and hope that his friend will wake up soon.
He hears a faint sound from the bed and looks up to see Taro stirring again. His eyes flutter open, and he mumbles something incoherent.
Takeshi leans closer, his heart racing with hope and nervousness. "Taro, can you hear me?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle.
Taro nods weakly, his eyes still clouded with confusion and exhaustion. "I...I can hear you," he says, his voice hoarse and strained.
Takeshi feels a wave of relief wash over him. "How do you feel?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "Weak," Taro says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like all my energy has been sucked away."
Takeshi nods, a mix of worry and understanding in his eyes. "You transformed, remember? You must have exhausted yourself during the transformation."
Taro nods slowly, his memory starting to come back to him. "I...I remember now," he says, his voice filled with confusion and wonder. "I can remember the power coursing through me, the strength and energy. But then...everything went black."
Takeshi nods, his expression serious. "You transformed for the first time, and your body couldn't handle the strain. You exhausted yourself completely. You're lucky you're even awake right now." Taro looks up at Takeshi, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. "I...I had no idea that transformation could be so taxing," he says, his voice trembling. "I couldn't control it. It just happened, and...and I drained myself completely."
Takeshi nods, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "It's not uncommon for the first transformation to be difficult to control. You lack experience and training. But you need to be careful. If you don't learn to regulate your power, you could seriously hurt yourself."  Taro nods weakly, his eyes closing again as he processes the information. "I...I didn't know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize that transformation could be so dangerous."
Takeshi nods, his expression solemn. "This is the first time I've seen someone transform and exhaust themselves so completely," he says. "You were lucky that you passed out. If you had continued to fight, you might have seriously hurt yourself."  Takeshi's expression darkens at the mention of the stranger. "I don't know what happened to him," he says frankly. "But he was strong. Stronger than you, at least. He was able to withstand the power of your transformation."
Taro eyes narrows, his expression turning more serious. "You know him?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. Takeshi nods, his expression dark. "That's right," he says grimly. "He's a member of Anti X Faction, a dangerous organization that's dedicated to hunting down and eliminating Weak Ryounder."
Takeshi's hands clenches into fists, his grip tight and tense. "He's skilled and powerful," he continues, his voice tight with anger. "And he's not someone we should underestimate." "We need to be careful," Takeshi says, his eyes narrowed. "If Anti-X Faction knows about you, they won't stop hunting you until they neutralize your power." Takeshi pauses, his expression darkening as he continues. "We need to find out more about them and their plans," he continues, his voice low and intense. "We can't let them get their hands on you, or you'll be in serious danger."
Takeshi looks at Taro, his eyes filled with determination. "But for now, I need you to rest and regain your strength," he says earnestly. "You've been through a lot tonight, and you need to recover."
"I'll watch over you and keep you safe," Takeshi promises, his voice firm and reassuring. "But you need to focus on getting better, okay?" Taro nods weakly, his eyes closing as he drifts back to sleep. "Okay," he says, his voice faint and exhausted. "I'll rest." Takeshi watches as his friend falls asleep again, his expression a mix of worry and determination. He sits back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Taro's face, ready to watch over him throughout the night.  He looks out the window, the soft light of the moon bathing the room in a silvery glow. The night is quiet and still, the only sound being the steady breathing of his sleeping friend.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his thoughts and racing mind. He knows he needs to be vigilant and alert, but the hours of waiting and worry are taking their toll on him.  He feels the exhaustion creeping up on him again, his eyelids growing heavy and his body begging for rest. He rubs a hand over his face, trying to shake off the feeling of tiredness.
He glances at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's already past midnight. He knows he needs to stay awake, to watch over his friend and make sure he's safe, but the exhaustion is slowly taking over.
He tries to stay focused, to keep himself alert, but the hours of waiting and watching are starting to wear him down. The darkness and solitude of the night only make him feel more tired and sluggish.  He struggles to keep his eyes open, his mind starting to wander as he fights against the tiredness. He looks back at the sleeping form of Taro, his face peaceful and relaxed in sleep.


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 6 HUH!! A Yokai in human form?

The sudden appearance of the eight-headed dragon yokai in the forest of Eternal Kamikado is a surprise. The massive monster, now in human form, stands naked
Its body, now human-like, is still massive and fearsome, with eight heads crowned by horns snaking from its skull. The sight of the creature, appearing out of nowhere, is nothing short of awe-inspiring and unsettling.
The surrounding forest is eerily quiet, as if holding its breath in the presence of the intimidating being. The only sound is the rustle of the wind through the trees and the soft footfalls of the dragon yokai's human form. The creature's many-headed form casts flickering shadows in the dim light of the evening, creating an even more menacing appearance. Its many eyes gaze upon its surroundings, as if searching for something or someone.
As the first rays of sunlight begin to filter through the windows, Takeshi blinks his eyes open, feeling groggy and disoriented. He rubs his eyes and looks around, realizing that he must have dozed off at some point in the night. He looks to the bed, seeing that Taro is still asleep, his form completely still under the blankets. Takeshi gets up from the chair, his body stiff and aching from sleeping in an upright position all night.
Takeshi picks up the newspaper he had placed on the bedside table earlier, flipping through the pages until he finds an article about the incident from yesterday. He scans the article, taking in the details of the events that had transpired. Takeshi's eyes widen as he reads about the mysterious blue sun that had appeared in the earth's atmosphere. The article mentions that some humanoid figures had been seen floating near the sun before it had suddenly started to fade away.
Takeshi looks at the article again, a feeling of unease settling in his stomach. The article mentions that Taro had been seen floating at the mysterious black sun, and that he had defeated a yokai with a spear and blue flame. Takeshi knows that his friend's power is both powerful and dangerous, but he also knows that Taro is still inexperienced and unsure about how to control it.
Takeshi runs a hand through his hair, his mind racing with thoughts and concerns. He knows that Taro's power is attracting attention, and that it won't be long before others take notice. He needs to figure out how to help his friend control and manage his power, and quickly.
Takeshi is jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of a sudden thump at the window. He looks up to see a strange man standing outside, completely naked, his strange appearance making Takeshi's eyes widen in shock. The man at the window has an imposing and intimidating presence, his body covered in strange markings and tattoos. He stares at Takeshi and Taro with a cold and calculating gaze, his expression revealing nothing of his intentions.
Takeshi turns to look at Taro, noticing that his friend's expression has changed. He can see a look of fascination and something else, something he can't quite identify, in his eyes.
Taro looks at the man at the window, his expression one of awe and almost reverence. "Yamato no Orochi," he whispers, his voice filled with... affection?
Takeshi is completely bewildered by his friend's reaction. He had expected surprise, fear, or even anger, but not this... fascination. He looks back at the strange man at the window, trying to figure out what he's missing.   The naked man at the window, Yamato no Orochi, grins at them, his sharp teeth gleaming in the morning light. "Hello there," he says, his voice deep and rumbling. "I am Yamato no Orochi, a Yokai."
Takeshi gapes at the massive Yokai, still struggling to comprehend what's happening. He glances at Taro, who is still staring at Yamato no Orochi with an almost dreamy expression on his face.
"Apologies for the intrusion," Yamato no Orochi says, his tone almost casual. "But I couldn't help but notice your friend here."
He nods at Taro, who seems to shiver with pleasure at the attention.
Takeshi is even more confused and alarmed now. He turns to Yamato no Orochi, bewildered by his human-like appearance. "You...you're a Yokai," he says, his voice shaky. "But you look...human."
Yamato no Orochi chuckles at the question, seemingly amused by the confusion in Takeshi's voice. "Ah, yes," he says with a sly grin. "I suppose I should explain that."
He spreads his arms out, as if to showcase his naked body. "As a Yokai, we have the ability to shift between human and yokai form. And right now, I prefer to lounge around in my natural state I am also ryounder and dominant attribute."
Takeshi listens to Yamato no Orochi's words, his mind still reeling from the strange turn of events. He glances at Taro, noticing that his friend is hanging onto the Yokai's every word.
"A Ryounder user and a Dominant attribute?" he echoes, the terms unfamiliar to him. Yamato no Orochi grins at Takeshi's confusion. "That's right," he says, proud of his abilities. "I am a Ryounder user, which means I can channel and manipulate Ryounder, the energy source from within. And as a Dominant attribute, I am naturally gifted with a stronger and more potent energy compared to other Ryounder users."
"In short, I'm pretty damn powerful," he adds, with a smug grin. "Which leads me to your friend there."
He looks at Taro again, his gaze intense and focused. Yamato no Orochi's voice is silky and smooth as he addresses Taro, his eyes never leaving the young man's face. "You're quite the looker, aren't you, little one?" he says, his tone almost purring. "Such a pretty human."
Yamato no Orochi's eyes glow with a feral possessiveness as he speaks. "You're mine now," he says, his voice a commanding growl. "I've seen your power, and I want to claim you as my own. You're too powerful, too special, to be walking around unprotected." Takeshi is shocked by the Yokai's words, his protective instincts kicking in. "Hey!" he snaps, stepping instinctively in front of Taro. "You can't just claim him like that!"
Yamato no Orochi chuckles, his grin turning into a smirk. "Oh, but I can," he says, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm a dominant and powerful Yokai, and I can take what I want. And I want him."
Takeshi glares at the Yokai, his fists clenching in anger. "Like hell you can," he snarls. "He's not some prize to be won."
Yamato no Orochi looks amused by Takeshi's words. "Oh, he is, is he?" the Yokai drawls, his eyes studying Takeshi with a mocking expression. "And what makes this dojo so special, hm?"
Takeshi glances at Taro, noticing the flush of color on his friend's cheeks. He's suddenly aware that his words have triggered some kind of reaction in his friend.
Takeshi's jaw drops at the sudden declaration. He can't believe what he's hearing. "You....you want to join our dojo?" he stutters, confused.
Yamato no Orochi grins, his eyes glittering with mischief. "Why not?" he says, with a shrug. "It could be amusing to learn from humans for once. And besides, it'll give me a chance to get closer to your little friend here, too."
Takeshi glares at the Yokai again, not liking the sound of that at all. "There's no way we're letting you join just so you can get close to Taro," he snaps, protective of his friend.  Taro, who had been quiet until now, suddenly speaks up, his voice soft but firm. "I'm okay with it," he says, his cheeks still flushed. "He's...he's interesting."
Takeshi turns to look at his friend, bewildered by his response. "Are you serious?" he splutters. "You want HIM to join our dojo?"  Taro nods, his expression serious. "I do," he says, meeting Takeshi's gaze. "There's something about him that draws me to him. And he's powerful. It could be useful."
Takeshi glares at his friend now, feeling betrayed. "You can't be serious," he says, his voice incredulous. "He's a Yokai, Taro! A predator! You can't trust him!" Yamato no Orochi's grin widens, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Oh, I see," he says, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. "You're afraid I'll hurt your little friend here, is that it?"
"Damn right, I am!" Takeshi snaps, still standing protectively in front of Taro. "I don't trust you, not one bit." Yamato no Orochi chuckles, his amusement growing at Takeshi's protective attitude. "Don't worry, little human," he says, his tone patronizing. "I don't plan on hurting your friend. He's much more valuable to me as he is."
"What do you mean, 'valuable'?" Takeshi asks with a growl, his suspicion deepening.
Yamato no Orochi smirks at Takeshi's question, his eyes glittering with a sly look. "You haven't figured it out yet? Your friend is quite the catch," he says, gesturing at Taro. "He made me fall in love with him
Takeshi is taken aback at the Yokai's words, his mind struggling to process this new information. He glances at Taro, noticing the flush on his friend's cheeks growing darker.
"What?" he splutters. "You...you're in love with him?"
Yamato no Orochi grins, his eyes never leaving Taro. "That's right," he says, his voice low and possessive. "I've never seen anything quite like him. He's powerful, attractive, and vulnerable, handsome.It's a heady combination." Takeshi is flabbergasted by the Yokai's words. He can't believe that a Yokai would fall in love with a human. And yet, the way Yamato no Orochi is looking at Taro, the way his friend is blushing at the attention, makes him wonder if it's true.  Takeshi looks at Taro, his eyes widened by his friend's request. He can't believe what he's hearing. "Are you serious?" he asks, confused look
Taro nods, his expression determined. "Yes," he says firmly. "I want him to join the dojo." Takeshi looks between the two, feeling helpless and confused. "But...he's a Yokai," he says, trying to reason with his friend. "We don't know anything about him. We can't trust him." Yamato no Orochi chuckles at Takeshi's reluctance. "It's okay," he says, his tone reassuring. "I'll be on my best behavior, I promise. And as for what you don't know about me, well, you'll just have to find out, won't you?"
Takeshi grumbles under his breath, knowing that he's outnumbered. "Fine," he mutters, still not entirely happy about the situation. "But if you try anything funny, I'll kick your ass."
he said before you go please wear some a clothes  I don't my students look at you naked before you join!
Yamato no Orochi laughs heartily at Takeshi's request, his amusement evident. "You humans and your modesty," he teases, his eyes sparkling. "Very well, I'll put on some clothes if it'll make you feel better."
As promised, Yamato no Orochi only wears a pair of loose-fitting pants, his muscular upper body still bare. Takeshi can't help but notice the markings and tattoos on his skin, some of them glowing faintly.
Why are you in pants?
Yamato no Orochi grins at the question, clearly enjoying himself. "What, you don't think I look good like this?" he teases, gesturing to his bare chest.
Takeshi scowls at the Yokai's arrogance. " fine don't sexualized my students with your body
Yamato no Orochi feigns hurt feelings, pressing a hand to his chest. "Oh, I see," he says with a smirk. "I thought you humans valued physical beauty. I'm just trying to display mine.".
don't worry I already have mine he glaze at taro
Takeshi notices the way Yamato no Orochi looks at Taro, his gaze hungry and possessive. He feels a pang of jealousy and protectiveness, knowing that his friend is being claimed by the Yokai.
Takeshi steps in between Yamato no Orochi and his friend again, putting himself in front of Taro. "Back off," he says firmly, his voice low and dangerous. "He's not yours."
Yamato no Orochi raises an eyebrow, amused by Takeshi's protective stance. "Oh, I see," he says, his voice laced with mockery. "You're staking your claim, hm? It's cute, really."
Takeshi reluctantly steps back, letting Taro take the lead. He's still not happy about the situation, but he trusts his friend's judgment.
Yamato no Orochi smirks, his gaze shifting to Taro. "See? Your friend here is a smart one," he says, his voice sultry. "He knows when to step back."


## Wlriengder: Beast Cautious - Chapter 7 "Yokai's Lust and the Human's Dilemma"

Takeshi grumbles under his breath, not liking the way Yamato no Orochi is talking to his friend. But he doesn't say anything, knowing that it's up to Taro to handle the situation.
Now guys enough let's now!
Yamato no Orochi nods, a sly grin on his face. "Lead the way, little one," he says, gesturing for Taro to go ahead.
Takeshi follows behind, keeping a close eye on Yamato no Orochi. He still doesn't trust the Yokai, but he's resigned to the fact that he's joining their dojo for now.
The students of the dojo look up as they enter, their eyes widening as they see Yamato no Orochi's imposing figure. Some of them look scared, others curious. It's clear that they've never seen a Yokai before.
Takeshi clears his throat, addressing the students. "Listen up, everyone. This is Yamato no Orochi. He'll be joining our dojo from now on, so I expect you all to treat him respectfully."
Takeshi glances at Yamato no Orochi in surprise. "You don't want to be called Yamato no Orochi?" he asks, confused.
Yamato no Orochi shakes his head, a smirk on his face. "Nah, I think it's too formal. Let's call me something else, something a little more human-sounding."
Takeshi nods, mentally noting the Yokai's preference. "What do you want to be called, then?"
Yamato no Orochi thinks for a moment, then grins slyly. "How about Ryu? It's close enough to my true name, and it sounds strong, don't you think?"
Takeshi nods, making a mental note of the new name. "Ryu, then. I'll make sure the students call you that from now on."
Yamato no Orochi - now Ryu - grins, pleased with the new name. "Thanks, human," he says, his tone somewhat mocking. "Ryu it is." Ryu's gaze lingers on Taro, his eyes hungrily taking in the boy's slender figure. He's clearly captivated by him, his expression intense and fixated.  Takeshi notices the way Ryu is looking at his friend, his heart sinking with each passing moment. He knows that if he doesn't intervene, the Yokai will completely claim Taro as his own.
Takeshi steps forward, placing himself between Ryu and Taro again. "Hey," he says firmly, his eyes fixed on the Yokai. "eyes off him." Stay focused.
Ryu raises an eyebrow at Takeshi's command, his expression amused. "Jealous, are we?" he teases, a sly smile on his lips. "Damn right, I am," Takeshi snaps, his fists clenching. "He's not some property you can just claim." Taro intervenes again, placing a calming hand on Takeshi's arm. "It's okay," he says gently. "I can handle this."
The students of the dojo look on with confusion, baffled by the tension between the two of them . Some of them are murmuring amongst themselves, whispering about what's going on.
Takeshi glares at Ryu, his protective instincts flaring. He knows he's not as strong as the Yokai, but he'll do whatever it takes to protect his friend.
And later they come down and taro go back to his room and asleep
He was walking through the forest when he was suddenly hit by a strange energy and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in a completely different world, where spirits and yokai were real. He realized that he had been transmigrated into this new world.