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Set after Playing with Fire and Foliage...

True to their agreement (or trade) today was another training session. Akira had been over a few times prior for training with her, and while the first session had been worrisome, she'd continued their meetings--albeit scaled back. They were irregular--made whenever the both of them had the time to meet. And the day was set--a bright and sunny Saturday.

Yoko had cleaned her house top to bottom, left nothing undusted and nothing unsanitized. The lab got three passes with cleaner, and all of the cushions had been fluffed and tools checked over. She'd already taken inventory four different times on her toxicants, poisons, anti-venins, antidotes, cleaning supplies, emergency kits...literally everything. These were things she always did, but she'd taken to being especially careful with things more recently, for...reasons.

It was nearly 3 p.m. and she'd finished everything on her list. Akira would be arriving soon. She already had an array of vials picked out for their time this afternoon, each one selected based on how he'd reacted to certain mixtures in the past. Half of them were new creations, finalized in their chemical makeup only a week prior. She'd already tested them and they were mesmerizingly potent. Nothing fatal, of course. Well...not with her around.

And when Akira arrived she would practically bounce her way to the door, steps light and quick. Her greeting would come in the form of a bright smile, her hair let down with a single section at the back tied with a red bow, and a complementing pink sleeveless cheongsam dress cut high at mid-thigh. A diamond cutout etched in silken red fabric was the centerpiece upon her chest. Little red bow earrings adorned her ears, and as usual vibrant shades of red and black highlighted her eyes. She'd chosen a special lip gloss today, as well: Cherry Dream.

"Hey there, darling," she beamed sweetly. "Please, come in." And she'd step back, allowing him in the front door and closing it behind him. She was radiating a happy sort of energy--something common around Akira, but notably stronger this particular day. Not for what they'd be doing, but merely because it was him.

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Another day, and his tasks out of the window he was now going to do training. But not like by himself: but by the exchange and trade of information that he was working out with Yoko. Effectively it worked like this: get tortured, torture. Rinse and repeat: and they'd been doing that for a few weeks now.

There was possible talk of him going to Kirigakure. He'd arranged for something similar for him to go to Amegakure: and teach Mikazuki some more, who he hadn't seen in a while. But, it had been bothering him his lack of plans. They'd fallen short some in finding out about Arizo, but when Yoko had provided everything he needed to know, the only thing he needed to do next was actually get to Kirigakure.

So a little shove, and a nudge would be all he needed to get on the next ship there. But that wasn't something he was going to tell Yoko: and then the secondary purpose. He did not know of the woman's inventory checking habits, but he would need to see about this... coagulating poison. Because, it was his intention that she would find herself light a couple of vials when he did go to Kirigakure.

He pondered about the information or how to even bring it up, and had a few topics about the woman's science ambitions, but not about the topic itself. Still, he arrived quickly to Yoko's home and with a small sigh, knocked.

He was sweetly surprised by her... interesting choice of clothing: a sharp color to her lips, which he knew she saw him gazing at. "Hey," he spoke cheerfully entering her home. Her whizzing around him to shut the door. There was no cheerfulness about the idea he'd be hurting again today, and hopefully they'd be stepping far away from the mind altering drugs but he was going to have to get used to the pain and sting of poison week in week out.

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Yoko flipped the lock on the door as her guest removed his shoes. There was a short, sweet hum, and then a smile. "I've got everything laid out in the lab," she said. "I have a few plant-based mixes to try today. One of them is really fun." Fun for a masochist, anyway.

"Come." She waved him along and trotted down the hall toward the basement stairs, sliding open the door and damn near floating down the steps. The delicate air of rose water was the scent within the lab today. Everything was as it usually was--arranged, organized, immaculately clean, brightly lit.

"You shouldn't need restraints for what I have today," she told him, approaching her desk and swiveling the chair around. She took her seat, the motion light and fluid, and gestured toward the seat beside her desk with a quick motion of her foot--which she then lifted to cross one leg over the other. Her collection of injectors was already arranged on her desk in a tray--all flawlessly clean with steel glimmering in the lights above.

"Have you eaten or drank anything within the last thirty minutes?" she asked. "That affects whether you get the blue one or the green one first." She preferred that he didn't throw up on the freshly polished floor if it could be avoided. If he'd done either option, it would be the injector with the blue liquid within that she chose first. Otherwise? Green.

With the tool poised in her right hand, she held it aloft before wheeling herself closer to him. "Questions before we begin?" This was commonplace for them now but it didn't hurt to ask. It didn't hurt to be careful.

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It took some politeness first but Akira would be ready to move inside her home. "Oh...." a form of surprise coming from his voice when he heard that. Stuff that she'd not likely tried out properly on people. He was becoming a human guinea pig.

His form of fun and hers were vastly different when it came to training, and he didn't generally find his own training fun. It was work. Always working. Akira followed her down into her lab, chasing tail was it were as he watched her with some intent as she descended the stairs.

Akira nodded firstly. That was a good sign. Right? No restraints needed? But Akira would smirk, seating himself in the same chair he'd been in the first time. "Sounds fun." this wasn't fun in the slightest. Yoko had a question in the meantime, and Akira would get himself comfy as he answered the question.

"I did eat something before getting here." Akira had been chowing down on a protein bar on his way out of the house, but it didn't matter if or not because that would mean she simply had a choice of what she was to use.

"Uh. One question. Are we touching psychedelics or anything of the like today?" He wasn't so interested in repeating the issue that he'd had the first time with her however valuable it had been when it had almost cost him his life by his own doing.

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It would be the blue mixture first, then. It was easier on the digestive system and involuntary muscles along the stomach and throat--meaning it would be kinder to whatever he'd chosen for a meal before arriving. It was training, yes, but they had the luxury of being able to structure it as she wished.

Yoko gave a nod and readied the injector, eyeing a place on his arm for the needle. Akira spoke up with a question--one that didn't altogether shock her. "Psychedelics? No. I specifically chose this batch to be only physical stimuli. It won't touch your mind, I promise." She couldn't promise that it wouldn't touch his brain, because all of the chemicals would, in some way. The brain processed everything. But his thoughts and psyche would be left alone entirely.

"Despite its color, I dubbed this one Hakunetsu--Gray Fever. There are a variety of tropical plants whose chemical makeup induce feverish symptoms in humans when ingested. Combined with a few synthetics to convert those into an intravenous toxin, these chemicals make for a nightmarish obstacle in any environment." They were not limited to intravenous induction but it was easier explaining them as such as opposed to describing the way each poison was crafted to dance into nearby cells and tissue.

"Onto business, then." She paused to give him a look--during which he could voice to stop her if he wanted--but assuming he did not have some sudden objection to their meeting here, in the needle would go to his lower left bicep.

"You will feel hot shortly. And your symptoms will spiral down from there. This one ordinarily takes quite a large window of time to die out on its own. But one of its core components is a chemical you've been exposed to here in prior sessions approximately...twenty-six times? So the effects should enjoy a shorter lifespan--if only by a minute or two." It stood to reason that his immune system would fight it harder and his body would feel less fatigued by a chemical it had overcome multiple times in the past. That didn't mean it wouldn't be potent--as it definitely would be. But the point of training was progress, and he would likely experience it with this mix. Even if he couldn't actively notice the time difference. The roundabout time for the toxin to run its course was about ten minutes, give or take.

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Hakunetsu: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin synthesized with 5 various plant-based chemicals and a neuron-targeting stimulant (man-made). It does not effect the injection site itself but travels quickly through soft tissue and the bloodstream, permeating through most cells quicker than the immune response can stop. Once spread throughout the body, horrible fever sets in, with a notable raise in the body's core temperature. Disorientation and vertigo will occur. Visual clarity is lost. Balance becomes crippled. Bodily movements will suffer hindered speed and precision, and the entire body will flush a consuming hotness paired with moderate muscle pain. Worth noting: This toxin simulates powerful fever but does not affect the digestive system, the lungs, nor the heart.

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Yoko very much started by assuring him. "Alright." That was fine, then. The man was keen to not repeat what had happened last time. She would go about listing what it was, the first one: the blue toxin. So; it was basically an enhanced fever. That did not sound fun. "How is it normally applied?" Akira held out his arm for her to inject him.

Despite the man's nervousness it did not stop him from moving toward the very obstacle that had and certainly could ail him. Akira would seat himself back against the chair and close his eyes. She would explain the timeline of events, and that was fine. It was expectedly doing what she wanted it do and he trusted her to get it right.

"See you in ten minutes." He smirked. Such humour was long lasting when he already felt it, some heat coming to his pale cheeks. His mouth was growing drier, or thicker in saliva: it was certainly mimicking a fever alright. Then the aches between his back muscles from his current positioning, lining all the way down his muscles and into his thighs and calves. "I bet this stops someone from moving." If Akira was in the middle of a run, he would be able to envision himself tripping, losing speed against someone who was still untouched by the small mistakes here and there.

Then his eyes were contracting, with the world itself disassembling. It began very innocently, which was that his head felt light and his movement was shivering. Then, it slowly detached into what would seem like his eyes were moving in entirely new manners by how the world was swirling. "Glad.... I'm sitting down." Akira was trying to tense his muscles and Yoko would see it, his left arm instead spasming in trying to lift itself up to listen to Akira's words. Though - a merit better than paralysis completely taking him, any slight response or resistance was good for him to know.

And his breathing got more intense, trying to let the cool air into his lungs: with how hot he felt but it was beyond normality and in combination with the feeling of aching muscles and weakness. "Oh fuck," he said while trying to wet his own mouth. It was like eating extremely spicy food in combination with the vertigo and balance issues.

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How was this one normally applied? Normal was such a far cry from what was held within the injector. The toxin was, truly, a ghost of its initial form. She shrugged. "Berries." Simple enough. Yet the berries only affected humans. Birds and other creatures who ingested them naturally in the wild suffered no ill effects.

His humor was not lost on her. She flashed a crooked smile. As if he'd be out of commission to such an extent that he'd leave her. It was possible he'd lose consciousness at some point this afternoon. But he was in great hands. There was no safer place for him than in the lab filled with every remedy imaginable for Yoko's creations.

The toxin would hinder movement, though the extent did depend on the individual. "That's very much part of it." It was also possible for particular people to fight it better or worse. Some were weaker and saw the more rapid escalation of symptoms. Yoko's poisons were typically dosed for adults. If used on a small child, for example, the effects would feel especially crippling. The fever that Akira was experiencing now had potential to easily kill someone small from the core temp elevation alone.

Yoko wheeled herself back over to her desk, looking over the collection of other injectors--all sporting different colored mixes. There were two that looked equally black at a glance, but one held a silvery shimmer to it only really noticeable by the woman who'd stared at the liquid beneath a microscope for, in total, more than a week straight.

"If you feel overwhelmed, please voice it. We're down here for your benefit." He didn't need the reminder, really. But she felt better in giving it. He could always stop--any second, any moment, for any reason. Yet the fact he hadn't yet and was still coming back to her over and over again...there was progress being made. Chemical makeup being changed. Resistance being built. "Bit by bit, you will see a difference in how you experience these," she told him. "What you're doing, over time, is like installing a series of tiny levees in the floodplain of your body." She actually giggled at the mental imagery and began doodling it in her notes: A tiny Akira was inked on the corner of one page, surrounded by a collection of different-shaped levees. She drew a rabbit at the center as well--just because it was cute.

Though seemingly rather casual about what was going on, it was only because they'd already spent so much time together doing exactly this: sitting in her lab, dosing toxins, talking about the effects. Yoko had gotten to a point where it was simply expected that Akira would speak up if things felt awry or the described effects did not match up to his personal experience. And as things played out as planned--as they were doing right now--Yoko gave herself time to simply observe and relax. Or, relax as much as she could given the nature of her work.

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Hakunetsu: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin synthesized with 5 various plant-based chemicals and a neuron-targeting stimulant (man-made). It does not effect the injection site itself but travels quickly through soft tissue and the bloodstream, permeating through most cells quicker than the immune response can stop. Once spread throughout the body, horrible fever sets in, with a notable raise in the body's core temperature. Disorientation and vertigo will occur. Visual clarity is lost. Balance becomes crippled. Bodily movements will suffer hindered speed and precision, and the entire body will flush a consuming hotness paired with moderate muscle pain. Worth noting: This toxin simulates powerful fever but does not affect the digestive system, the lungs, nor the heart.

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SPECIAL ABILITIES ❖ Enhanced Chakra Control ❖ Medical Training ❖ Poisons ❖ Evasion ❖ Heightened Speed

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Akira's discomfort wouldn't ordinarily be called: it was because he was trying harder to break through the barrier that was his will. Beyond human: that's what he wanted. On the battlefield - the man wanted to be known as unstoppable. That didn't happen being just a Genjutsu user. He wanted to be known. Respected. Feared. Powerful.

And that didn't start by calling it quits. So he kept his mouth shut between his feelings and pain pushing. "I'd rather start with sticks than leaves." Akira would try to add on to her analogy but even so it did take him longer to get out the words with how the toxin was affecting him in other ways, between swallowing saliva and having a dry mouth and all of the other symptoms.

See, the thing was that these things were really happening in one way or another, the chemical compounds were attacking him in another way. They weren't Genjutsu: and while some level of trickery was happening, toxins were setting fire to his insides just as good as any blade. For now, Akira respected the art highly.

Much more than he'd done weeks prior. Now he was just sitting there, trying to wipe away at the clumpy, irritating lump of body he was inhabiting. His muscles weren't working: which would have been fine if it weren't for the fact that he was getting confused and the vertigo was playing with his sight to the point that he couldn't make out anything. Colors, perhaps: but it was the associating feeling of that which made him nauseous. "I tihnk I might throw up." the trickery he'd mentioned earlier: his body was still reacting in the ways that it did when getting confused, and his body was telling him that his eyes were moving in only such a fashion that could be achieved by being rolled down a hill in a tire: and his stomach was calling that bluff.

These parts would subside, and his vision would return and some power to his muscles would return, but he wouldn't regain the protein bar that came forth from his stomach.

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He'd have liked to "start" with sticks and leaves? Did that mean he found the first toxin too aggressive? But this wasn't a warm-up. And, in fact, compared to the other vials on her desk? This mix was more of a leaf than a berry of concentrated chemicals. But she didn't tell him that, instead allowing him to focus in the moment on getting through the toxin's effects since it was hindering his speech.

The fever, though it was meant to spare his stomach, didn't end up doing so. Apparently the vertigo and body fuckery was enough to make him nauseous anyway. A shame... Yoko only sighed as the man threw up. The floor was easy enough to clean, though she had been hoping it would've stayed clean just a little while longer.

By the time Akira was coming through the worst hill of the effects, Yoko had already grabbed a pair of gloves and was cleaning the floor beside where he sat. With how much she cleaned, it was a quick enough thing to do. And then, whilst humming softly, she was tossing things out into the waste bin, going to the sink, double cleaning her hands and forearms--much the same as a surgeon might--and then returning to her desk once more.

"The final stage is mostly muscle fatigue," she said. "Harder to move quickly and get the same reaction you usually do--similar to an actual fever." She tapped her pencil, watching him. It was eternally fascinating, watching her figures on paper take form in an actual person.

She formed a seal, then, and a clone appeared beside her. "Get him something," she instructed. The clone nodded and went back up the stairs to the kitchen.

When it returned, the replica set a glass of chilled water from the fridge down on the desk closest to where Akira was sitting. It also set down a glass of juice--an especially sweet berry mix. Not to be funny, but because the flavor was strong and would potentially overpower whatever grossness existed on his tongue from throwing up. "Water and juice, if you want either," the clone noted.

"I keep sweet things around to sip on when I'm feeling sick," she told him. "Helps the tastebuds as much as your body. Vitamins, and all." And it was Yoko, so Akira could trust that whatever juice she spent her money on was the best on the shelves.

SPOILER: Click to show

Hakunetsu: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin synthesized with 5 various plant-based chemicals and a neuron-targeting stimulant (man-made). It does not effect the injection site itself but travels quickly through soft tissue and the bloodstream, permeating through most cells quicker than the immune response can stop. Once spread throughout the body, horrible fever sets in, with a notable raise in the body's core temperature. Disorientation and vertigo will occur. Visual clarity is lost. Balance becomes crippled. Bodily movements will suffer hindered speed and precision, and the entire body will flush a consuming hotness paired with moderate muscle pain. Worth noting: This toxin simulates powerful fever but does not affect the digestive system, the lungs, nor the heart.

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SPECIAL ABILITIES ❖ Enhanced Chakra Control ❖ Medical Training ❖ Poisons ❖ Evasion ❖ Heightened Speed

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And soon enough clarity was coming back to the Shinobi. He would roll his muscles and stretch them as best he could (also without trying to knock anything from the desk at his side.)

He would choose the juice: the taste in his mouth wasn't something he was going to get used to. Nor wanted to. He would gargle as well, before swallowing. And a hack of a cough first, clearing everything in his airways to be ready for whatever the woman was going to inject into him next. "That tastes good. That didn't." pointing to the drink and them himself. He could feel the weakness she spoke of with fierceness, though a lot of it had passed he knew that receiving something like this mid fight would be the end of him.

If someone wanted him dead, without any resistances: without knowing how it was caused, how it was injected it would be non stop trouble. "Anything I should know about when trying to avoid this on the field?" his questions were well warranted coming from a poison specialist herself.

His other hand would come over the top of her gloved ones, though. In appreciation. "Let's go." Next one up!

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Good? That juice was great. Berry Blend Bonanza: perfection in a bottle. Yoko eyed him as he spoke, looking at the way he moved and listening to the way he formed syllables and watching the minute shifting of his eyes: all the little things that were indicators of recovery or lack of such.

"If you are introduced to a toxin in the field that makes you feverish, the first thing you should do is defend. Fevers escalate, and if I used this one on an enemy, my goal would be to strike while they're struggling. They wouldn't need to be in the thick of it, either. A single stumble or show of weakness in their throwing arm during the initial phase would be enough to give me an advantage. If you don't have the luxury of a medic nearby, just defend." Some poisons were fatal, but most were not.

Akira would signal he was prepared for the next one, and Yoko appraised him a second time before giving a nod. "Sure." She grabbed the next injector--the green one--and then looked to him again. He'd just thrown up mere minutes ago. Maybe the green one could wait...

She grabbed the pink one instead. It shimmered in the light above them like it contained tiny specks of glitter. "Hisan. Misery. I will spare you the boring details, but what this one triggers is a powerful stimulation of pain receptors paired with forced hyper-production of the same chemicals that cause pain. It's going to feel like a full-body migraine. Every movement you make will hurt. The lights will hurt. Sounds will hurt. You'll be extremely sensitized to everything for roughly...fifteen minutes? Give or take."

She wheeled over to him and injected this one into his forearm. She was trying to keep the injections in different locations to ensure he wasn't too sore later.

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Hisan: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin that induces a full-body migraine. Hyper-sensitized nerves. Whole-body pain. Extreme sensitivity to light, sound, and movement.

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Defend and wait for it to pass: if it did. Akira couldn't do much: perhaps erect a barrier before everything faded? She gave her thoughts: valuable. The poisons made up a lot for what could be achieved with huge amounts of chakra. Her viewpoint on merely striking them down during them being feeble was obvious. Very elementary.

She wondered about what to use next, Akira watched her with only both a vague interest and wondering the words rolling through her mind when she did: perhaps it was too technical? Perhaps too focused on his own well being? There wouldn't be anything to tell outside of actually asking.

"It sounds like you use this one for torture." Unless there was something that just made everything feel fresh. "I'd pair it with something actually useful. Something that heightens pain, and something that puts you in control of the reins." His own thoughts were working but drugs did exist and while he hadn't taken any himself: enough anecdotal experience was for him to roll off the tongue in his experience of dealing with people on drugs.

Her description would remind Akira to not look at the harsh lights above him. At first it was just an ache like before. This one continued to increase in height and Akira felt an ember spark in him with the pain: because his anger and his pain did run together hand in hand. And so Akira would sit back and let the pain take him, descending down into what was effectively: madness.

His own internal space of black, madness - a void. That's what he saw. Inside it, he was falling. Nope, that caused too much pain to him. This was bad, but having been stabbed: there were worse pains out there to be found if someone went looking.

A few minutes would pass by like this. But it wasn't enough. "Yoko," Akira would speak through laboured breaths. "Hit me, or cut me. I won't..... get the luxury of being sat down in the middle of a fight if this happens to me." This really did hurt.

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Could she have used the simulated migraine toxin for torture? Yes. Though, there were better mixes for that--and also ones that she'd specifically designed for use in combat. The toxins on her desk now were slower acting and specifically fashioned for situations like this one.

Akira's take on how to structure the chemicals and her tools in tandem was interesting enough, though. "Reins, hm?" she mused, watching him as she began to turn slightly left and right in her chair, spinning idly in her observation.

A few minutes passed, with Akira sat back in the chair and looking more or less withdrawn into himself. Had the pain been enough to force him still? He spoke her name and she leaned forward. "Hm?" Fully expecting, in that moment, that he was about to regale her with some strange symptom or unexpected effect or maybe even a question.

But instead?

Hit me. Cut me.

Yoko felt a surge of heat rush to her face. "Wha-" She was stunned. He wanted her to hurt him? "I--" She was stumbling, now looking rather torn on how to even address his request.

But internally the exact opposite was happening. There was no dilemma at all. He's giving you permission. He wants to train by you hurting him? Then do it.

Yoko reached over to one of her trays with clean tools and retrieved a small blade, wheeling herself over to him in the most timid way that someone could even wheel a chair. "Very well..." She raised the knife to his shoulder and then cut a diagonal line down across his chest. If that wasn't enough, she'd carved another line across his shoulder, then another across the chest again to cross over the first gash. Each was dealt with surgical precision and lacked the depth to cause real harm or dangerous bleeding. But they would definitely hurt, and that's what he'd wanted.

Meanwhile, there was a slight shaking in the woman's hand. Her thoughts were everywhere they shouldn't have been.

This is training! And training isn't supposed to be h--

"More?" she asked softly, holding the knife at the ready. She was damaging his clothes and getting blood on both Akira and the floor, but he'd wanted it, so...

If he answered yes, he would get exactly that--cuts to his chest, arms, and then onto his back, a few to his thighs. But if he chose to end it there, that would be all.

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Hisan: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin that induces a full-body migraine. Hyper-sensitized nerves. Whole-body pain. Extreme sensitivity to light, sound, and movement.

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He looked up at her but then screwed his eyes shut: she wasn't kidding about the migraines. Any light was becoming unbecoming, so short of suddenly fighting in the pitch of night, this wasn't a toxin that he wanted to be infected by in a fight.

But his senses seemed heightened, and the rolling across the floor was like clacking marbles next to his ear.

"Gah," Was the first response to her precisely sliding the blade across his chest. And he forced himself to watch, and that was bringing him pain as well: but he could do it. 'Focus,' he told himself. Exhaling a bit rhythmically to fight against the pain, causing him a headache from the stress of it.

The true power of the technique did not lie in the damage it did itself but in how it compounded the pain that he received. If he received this in the middle of a fight, even a single punch would have Akira reeling: and getting close to death? Akira could feel some of his body begging Akira for the chance to fall into the abyss he himself had created.

'No!' was his response. Fortunately, his response was getting better every time he had these sessions with her and he was getting more confident at taking such pain. Unfortunately, it meant that his extent to feel every inch of damage she caused was there too. Akira felt the skin parting and the heat that came with the air coming into contact with the new exposed flesh - and that too made Akira make noises.

"hhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrr" was the next through his gritted teeth, making unintelligible noises. So far, to Yoko was just the shell of a man taking the pain she dished out, while trying to deal with the passive effects of the toxin that she had administered to him, it would take no fool to see that he was in pain, and not having a good time.

But, they as Shinobi knew there was so much more to go. This would be intolerable to a civilian: even others, they could take it. But Akira needed to conquer it, and no less would do. When Yoko asked him if he wanted to continue, Akira didn't respond. The man wanted to, but his breathing had him reeling from what was overloading in his mind, everything was just. Painful, and more loud than any of the other noises he could hear.

"Please hurt me." Was his simple response, light in nature and breathy in voice. He didn't want this. But he needed to.

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This was not how she'd expected this to go. Not at all. But despite Akira's struggling he persisted, wanting more on top of what she'd already done. If the toxin had been one that altered the ability to make sound judgments, she would have declined. Except it wasn't, and Akira was 200% capable of deciding for himself what he was able to handle. Which was more pain. More hurt. He'd even tacked a nice "please" onto it--Please hurt me--as if it was necessary.

"S-Sure," she agreed with a small nod, willing her hand to stop trembling. This was so different for her. For them. Usually, she was the one asking for this, not him...

The blade work resumed. More cuts, more gashes. And she would bring him up to his feet to stand--even if he fought her--because he'd asked her to. His position on his feet would allow her to better reach everywhere she couldn't while he was sitting, littering cuts along his torso, lower back, legs, everywhere that was safe and could afford shallow loss of blood without actually being harmful to his health. Not that she couldn't just heal him, but she didn't want him getting too dizzy or overwhelmed.

"Say when," she told him, between one cut and the next. The man's clothes were not in good shape, but she kept telling herself over and over again in her head: He wants this. He asked you to do it.

Still, her nerves were their own entity in the room, now. She was still shaking. No amount of reassurance that "he wants this" was working in calming her fears about it. There was something else swirled into that mix, though--excitement--and it felt strangely intoxicating. And so, on she would work--until he said to stop.

While not a poison, the injuries were their own trial. If Akira was hoping to steel himself to pain, this was a direct route to doing it. And enduring this kind of treatment while suffering from one of her creations would make him more effective in fighting her personally in the future. Their next spar would prove interesting...

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Hisan: A-Rank (Injection)
A toxin that induces a full-body migraine. Hyper-sensitized nerves. Whole-body pain. Extreme sensitivity to light, sound, and movement.

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SPECIAL ABILITIES ❖ Enhanced Chakra Control ❖ Medical Training ❖ Poisons ❖ Evasion ❖ Heightened Speed

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