While the young Nara was unaware of how much the deceased dragon weighed, he didn't have to really worry about lifting it. While that was his first thought, he had kept the fortifications in his mind. Smoothly, he had dropped to a crouch, his tattooed hand (right) gently sweeping itself against the swelteringly hot soil. "If dear old Ignitus knew you had built a structure atop his remains, he would be most unpleased at the disrespect... well, I know I would be." He added after a while. He gathered a bit of the dirt into his hand and familiarized himself with the texture and finding it rather similar to the soil of their home realm. This, ultimately, didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but it was still good to know.
But, having good ideas must be a Nara trait, because Jay had been thinking of doing the same thing, but in a single trip. But, the dragon was surely massive, more so than he could have imagined. Did dragons really get this gigantic? So humungous that the Hokage Mountain could snuggle up in one of it's eye sockets? Talk about, bigger than life. "Let me handle it, Stry... just hold onto my cloak." As if by that voice command, a white thin line began to run down the front of his Manji Cloak, the Triskelion symbol on the back of the garment glowing a slightly brighter white as it did so. The pretend Demigod stood back to his full height, his hand reaching up to separate the, now, two sections of his cloak so that he could take it off.
Once it was open, the chakra that was being held back rushed out like a wave. Luckily, he had reined in the brunt of it so that it wouldn't disrupt the Natural Energy below them. Slowly, but surely, he too was losing interest in keeping his chakra actively suppressed, hence the reason why he was constantly wearing his cloak nowadays, so them and generally any and every dragon in the area would be able to sense his and Matatabi's large pool of chakra broiling inside of him. Though, after the initial wave, any further outward influences wouldn't occur.
His attire beneath the cloak was that of the white karate styled Gi he'd been seen wearing for the past few times he's been seen in public, most notably the Iwa trip. Usually, he would be like his sensei and be without the top portion of the attire, but he was feeling like stepping out of that shadow and being his own man, like before his integration into the Uzumaki Clan those precious two years ago... or near two years... he wasn't even sure anymore.. it felt like forever really. Where was I, he forgot his train of thought. Well, anyway, he would of course hand off the cloak to his Grandmaster, forgetting about the whole 500 pound seal that he had on it at all times. Though, with his Sage Mode active, it wouldn't be a problem to him, so, it was a good thing.
[You really plan on eating the entire thing with just your shadow? You know it's going to be impossible by yourself right?] Matatabi returned with a mental bonk on the Nara's head. 'Not with that attitude. With all this Natural Energy and your power, I can.' The Nekomata grumbled in her own mind, finding that it he was in the right position, it could surely be possible. [Picking it out of the ground would be easier, in my opinion.]
Jay cracked his neck for a moment, shaking his head in the negative to Matatabi's words while loosening himself up at the same time. 'Not with those souls in there. One wrong move and they could either end up ascending to the Pure Land or flying off to possess another dragon and we do not need more Sereans... Plus, these two horns are going to be all the assistance I need.' Of course, the shadows cast by the 200 feet tall horns would more than lengthen his natural shadow's length and provide it with more than enough yield to cover the entirety of the dragon. "Commander Reibi, did Ignitus eat anybody before he perished? I'm sensing another lingering soul mixed in with his."