Haji could feel the blood pumping in his head. He could feel it in his eyes, his toes, his fingers. His focus was that of one who could harness his body in a way that no other in cloud could despite their efforts. Hachiashi Haji of the Hachimon. A self-proclaimed title, but one that was borne out of fact more so than conceit.
Haji had mastered many of the abilities one could muster when entering the gates. His speed went unmatched by any he had met. His strength was something out of nightmares. His very aura could peel the bark off the trees and flesh from bone.
Yet still he didn’t feel he had reached his full potential.
So he had made his way out of Kumo and headed out towards Monumentum Deo, and thus to the spine of the world. The Thunder mountains lie within a perpetual state of turmoil, assailed by storms of terrifying magnitude that were the genesis of the mountains namesake. Many had made their way to the mountains peaks, only to find their own deaths. Haji had been to the top of one such mountain only to be cast down, leaving him hospitalized for a month. Only surviving because of the watchful eye of his close friend Ketsueki who had managed to follow Haji out on a whim that he may be getting himself into trouble.
But now Ketsueki was not here to save him this time.
Despite the extreme cold of the mountainside Haji felt the blood pump through his body as he had already opened four of the eight gates. His chakra gates had been beaten down with the techniques brutality to allow for Haji’s heightened state. All six of his hands moved in rhythmic pattern at a speed that would seem impossible if anyone were around to witness it. Haji did not feel the cold, he did not feel the storm beating against his body with battering winds and harsh sleet. Instead he felt his blood.
Wherever his hand fell against the mountains face, the snow would vanish into vapor, and thus he left a great trail, and dark streak upon the face of the mountain, proof of his ascension.
There is no longer a mountain that I cannot climb Haji’s mind raced as quickly as his body did.
There is no man or beast in this world that can chain me Haji’s pace quickened further as he opened a fifth gate.
There is no one who can catch me. Another gate opened: the gate of view so that Haji might still see his way up the mountain.
I am free of any bindings, of any force. Still his pace quickened as the gate of Wonder opened to him, his seventh gate crushed by the massive flow of his chakra.
“Raiden himself could not stand in my way!” Haji roared. But as he bellowed out his challenge, it would almost seem Raiden answered. A great bolt of lightning arced across the sky and struck the face of the mountain, Haji’s increased reflexes barely moving himself out of the way in time. But the lightning was not what concerned Haji. He turned his enhanced gaze upward, a great blanket of snow already descending upon him.
He held on with all of his might. But the might of the mountain was greater still.
Haji awoke. Buried alive, and with no chakra left to him.
[WC: 565]
Haji had mastered many of the abilities one could muster when entering the gates. His speed went unmatched by any he had met. His strength was something out of nightmares. His very aura could peel the bark off the trees and flesh from bone.
Yet still he didn’t feel he had reached his full potential.
So he had made his way out of Kumo and headed out towards Monumentum Deo, and thus to the spine of the world. The Thunder mountains lie within a perpetual state of turmoil, assailed by storms of terrifying magnitude that were the genesis of the mountains namesake. Many had made their way to the mountains peaks, only to find their own deaths. Haji had been to the top of one such mountain only to be cast down, leaving him hospitalized for a month. Only surviving because of the watchful eye of his close friend Ketsueki who had managed to follow Haji out on a whim that he may be getting himself into trouble.
But now Ketsueki was not here to save him this time.
Despite the extreme cold of the mountainside Haji felt the blood pump through his body as he had already opened four of the eight gates. His chakra gates had been beaten down with the techniques brutality to allow for Haji’s heightened state. All six of his hands moved in rhythmic pattern at a speed that would seem impossible if anyone were around to witness it. Haji did not feel the cold, he did not feel the storm beating against his body with battering winds and harsh sleet. Instead he felt his blood.
Wherever his hand fell against the mountains face, the snow would vanish into vapor, and thus he left a great trail, and dark streak upon the face of the mountain, proof of his ascension.
There is no longer a mountain that I cannot climb Haji’s mind raced as quickly as his body did.
There is no man or beast in this world that can chain me Haji’s pace quickened further as he opened a fifth gate.
There is no one who can catch me. Another gate opened: the gate of view so that Haji might still see his way up the mountain.
I am free of any bindings, of any force. Still his pace quickened as the gate of Wonder opened to him, his seventh gate crushed by the massive flow of his chakra.
“Raiden himself could not stand in my way!” Haji roared. But as he bellowed out his challenge, it would almost seem Raiden answered. A great bolt of lightning arced across the sky and struck the face of the mountain, Haji’s increased reflexes barely moving himself out of the way in time. But the lightning was not what concerned Haji. He turned his enhanced gaze upward, a great blanket of snow already descending upon him.
He held on with all of his might. But the might of the mountain was greater still.
Haji awoke. Buried alive, and with no chakra left to him.
[WC: 565]
