Haji breathed in the air deep into his nostrils, it had been so long since he had breathed the air of his country. His face calm and serene as he took in his breath and then released it gently back into the breeze. Some say that any power that would be manifested, begins with the breath, it represents the cyclical nature of life itself. Breathing in positive energies, and breathing out the negative, leaving the body in a state of neutral balance.
Haji began and ended every one of his training's with breathing exercises regardless of what that training was. But it just so happened that today was a special training day.
It had been three years since Haji had access to his collection of poisons and venoms, and it was an extensive collection at that. Every day he would imbibe a different toxin of one nature or another to increase his tolerance to the point that it became like taking a daily vitamin. But after three years of being hidden away and unable to access these routine self-inflicted poisons, he had no idea what his tolerance was now. If he had to take a guess, it wasn’t as high as it used to be, but being a Hachiashi his body already naturally produced anti bodies for both mycotoxins and cytotoxins.
So now here he was, amid the plains of Lightning country, kneeling in a serene field, breathing in, and out, preparing for what was about to come. He had diluted each of the four vials on the blanket in front of him a considerable amount from what he used to do.
Each poison affected different aspects of the body. The first would attempt to congeal his blood within his veins. The second would begin to eat away at the proteins in his flesh. Both would be injected to emulate the bite of the animal it was drawn from. The third was to be ingested and would attempt to stop his kidneys from operating. The fourth and final vial was the deadliest of them all as it would use his own chakra to break down his body at a cellular level.
Opening his eyes Haji stared straight ahead and took one last meaningful breath before taking a vial in four of his six hands. He injected himself in opposite thighs with the first two, he winced but proceeded onward. He injected the third into a bean bun and quickly wolfed it down, cringing with the bitter taste. Finally, he exhaled as much as he could and then broke the final vial in front of his mouth releasing a deadly mist which he then breathed deeply.
The last one stung his throat and nostrils, he hacked and coughed as he rubbed his eyes. His fingers came away with blood and his vision began to swim. He blindly turned toward his bag that contained antidotes, but found that it was gone, or that he just couldn’t find it. He began to panic and could feel his heart rate rise, but then he stopped, blood streaming down his cheeks.
He folded his legs together and took in a deep breath.
Re-balance the cycle.
[Not searching for anything specific, will accept whatever may be found]
[Wc 540]
[MFT]
Haji began and ended every one of his training's with breathing exercises regardless of what that training was. But it just so happened that today was a special training day.
It had been three years since Haji had access to his collection of poisons and venoms, and it was an extensive collection at that. Every day he would imbibe a different toxin of one nature or another to increase his tolerance to the point that it became like taking a daily vitamin. But after three years of being hidden away and unable to access these routine self-inflicted poisons, he had no idea what his tolerance was now. If he had to take a guess, it wasn’t as high as it used to be, but being a Hachiashi his body already naturally produced anti bodies for both mycotoxins and cytotoxins.
So now here he was, amid the plains of Lightning country, kneeling in a serene field, breathing in, and out, preparing for what was about to come. He had diluted each of the four vials on the blanket in front of him a considerable amount from what he used to do.
Each poison affected different aspects of the body. The first would attempt to congeal his blood within his veins. The second would begin to eat away at the proteins in his flesh. Both would be injected to emulate the bite of the animal it was drawn from. The third was to be ingested and would attempt to stop his kidneys from operating. The fourth and final vial was the deadliest of them all as it would use his own chakra to break down his body at a cellular level.
Opening his eyes Haji stared straight ahead and took one last meaningful breath before taking a vial in four of his six hands. He injected himself in opposite thighs with the first two, he winced but proceeded onward. He injected the third into a bean bun and quickly wolfed it down, cringing with the bitter taste. Finally, he exhaled as much as he could and then broke the final vial in front of his mouth releasing a deadly mist which he then breathed deeply.
The last one stung his throat and nostrils, he hacked and coughed as he rubbed his eyes. His fingers came away with blood and his vision began to swim. He blindly turned toward his bag that contained antidotes, but found that it was gone, or that he just couldn’t find it. He began to panic and could feel his heart rate rise, but then he stopped, blood streaming down his cheeks.
He folded his legs together and took in a deep breath.
Re-balance the cycle.
[Not searching for anything specific, will accept whatever may be found]
[Wc 540]
[MFT]
A jump, skip and a hop later and Berozu had managed to close the distance between themselves. Upon closer inspection, the little toad was able to fully deduct what the human was doing. Twas not food, but strange liquids that he imposed upon himself. A foul and malicious odor exuded from the vials causing Berozu to croak in disgust. 
The man was quick to respond, to Berozu's astonishment. Almost immediately Haji's attention was grasped at the mere audible notion of a toad. To his dismay, Berozu was taken aback slightly as the tall. weathered man stood and revealed his hidden prowess. The little toad trembled in fear and nearly fell over backwards in surprise. 
As the little guy took a bite of his comparatively oversized bean bun, Haji would continue. Haji introduced himself, he seemed nice enough. Even went so far as to inquire about his new green friend as well. Haji leaned a little further for inspection, something that would put Berozu on edge. 
Haji's reassurance towards the little toad that he wasn't going to be used in his next bean bun recipe was heartening to say the least. Berozu calmed down and loaned Haji a listening ear to the rest of his story. Seems this man was on a sort of personal quest to kill himself, or boost his resistances, same thing really. 
Drama is conflict, and how people deal with drama will show everyone just what kind of person they are. Though one could say that Berozu may have taken this whole hunger thing a little too far, but thankfully Haji was just the type to respond well enough to it and played the part perfectly. This little drama toad was holding nothing back with his little fit, turning it up a notch as Haji returned. With his eyes rolled back and his long sticky tongue dangling out of his mouth, surely it looked like all hope was lost for Berozu. But Haji wasn't having any of this, he was determined to save his life! Lifting his fragile head up off the ground, Haji's gentle caress would sooth his hunger pains for just a moment, long enough for him to gaze into those beautiful spider eyes of his. Down the hatch they went, all of the bugs Haji had captured for him. And as he waited for the end result, it grew ever still and silent. What was seconds turned into minutes, why wasn't it working?! And then a lowly audible noise could be heard coming from the toad. If Haji leaned in close enough he would hear the calm, hushed noise of... 
It would be some time, not nearly as long as the first portion of their trip had taken mind you, but the pair arrived at what Berozu would mark as their destination.