Ten Tailed Puppet Master (from fanfic.net)

Chapter 2

Naruto had returned to Konohagakure after his four-month stay in Suna, and he brought home quite the repertoire, moderate mastery at Puppet techniques, at the age of 8, and his own puppet, as well as a few days of training in his Ichibi powers. Given how it made sense, he managed to inject a chakra system into the puppet of the One Tail, with a special modified Magnet Release to suit the sand demon. It worked like the normal Kekkei Genkai, but the puppet could manipulate sand, not just metal, like Gaara could. Speaking of the former Ichibi container, Naruto felt he was obligated to explain to the red-head that he needn't worry about mental trauma, insomnia, or any other problems he might face had he thought he still contained the crazed demon. When Naruto told him he no longer held the Ichibi, Gaara, and by proxy Temari and Kankurou, thought he was bat-shit nuts, and suspicious on how he became privy to such knowledge. When he explained he held the Juubi, the Ten-Tailed beast, and that at his birth and sealing, all other bijuu were removed and sealed within him, all three children were extremely skeptical to believe him.

To prove it to them, Naruto showcased his Sand Release to Gaara, showing he had the same power as the red head, but it was much more potent, and even showed them the seal on his stomach that held the demon within him, a fact that made him blush if only because Temari was there. With some more convincing, as well as a rather impromptu nap time for Gaara courtesy of Naruto knocking him out, showing he didn't go into a berserk rage in his sleep, they grew to believe him, and he felt a real connection to them since he told them his biggest secret.

He trained with Gaara in his control over the Sand Release, and helped Kankurou when he began his training in puppetry; he enjoyed the face the brunette made when he showed him his Ichibi puppet. All three children were terrified when they first saw it, thinking he had somehow unleashed the demon in the world, only to find it was a puppet, wood and mechanisms, no flesh, blood, or evil.

He immediately pledged to begin in his yokai training, though he didn't know how he would go about doing such a thing without alerting half of Konoha in the first second. Until he thought of that, he began on his second puppet and trained more in his Ichibi powers, finding he now had a strong Fuuton affinity; probably due to the modicum of Wind Release techniques the demon was known for. He also trained in the Sand Release both as himself and with his puppet; he found he could make weapons out of the numerous grains, from the normal shield that was almost free of his will, to a wicked halberd modeled after the Ichibi's hand.

He also began in his training for the first sub-element the Juubi mentioned: Wood Release. The possibility of ready lumber for his puppets was too tempting to put off, and he began in training of the Kekkei Genkai of the Shodaime. He could already form a small sprout in the palm of his hand due to the chakra control he attained through training for puppetry. He concentrated his chakra in the sapling, watching it grow ever so slightly over the span of minutes. In the beginning, it was rather thin and spindly, about three leaves on it as a whole. After about 3 hours of concentrating, he now held a healthy and hearty bonsai tree in the palm of his hands. He decided to pot the small plant and tend to it in his apartment.

He soon began creating the tiny tree in each hand. It, of course, took twice as long, but the results were there. He then began growing trees outside of his body, since he planned to grow the special tree that would provide him with the chakra-conductive wood necessary for puppets. At first, all he could muster was the tiny bonsai. Sweat dropping at the tiny tree, he continued his concentration, watching as the small foliage grew into the size of a moderate shrub within an hour.

Even though he spent only ten hours on training, he was exhausted, physically and spiritually. He fell on his ass next to the shrub of his work, eyeing it with a smile that soon grew into a frown as he thought things over. "I'm not making enough progress." He muttered.