Fatherly Asura

The how became swiftly unimportant as energy tore through Fu’s [Dantian]. The force, some hostile, foreign thing, was a flood. So too was it unsubtle.

His first thought beyond surviving the ordeal of rampant energy within him was to move, and thus he pushed from his seat with Hushi upon him. He staggered to the nearest stack, clutching at the bandages beneath his ruqun and clamping tight his lips.

A stack of scrolls fell about him as what seemed like the Blight itself gushed from his every orifice. Immersing his corner of the Scroll Hall in fog for several paces at each side.

Cheng Rao will… find me for…

Fu could not finish his thoughts before he was cast to the ground in pain. Heedless of the sound his clatter might have made.

The [Hundred Immunities Fruit] had been fully swallowed, and now its power reverberated through his body. He could do naught but feel it, turning to his internal eye to see the havoc he had wrought.

Where [Air Qi] was gentle in its behaviour, a slumbersome force. This saw it much changed. The center of his [Dantian] was writhing, and… expanding. Edges that he had not yet fathomed or gleaned were eroding, and the chamber that normally held his slowly circulating energy was saturated in weight and moisture.

Fu muffled out a cry as he was stretched internally. As something new came into being around his [Dantian]. A moulded gouging, as though his organs were but clay to be formed into the energy’s desired shape.

Both he and his Qi changed then. The moisture, or effect on his insides suddenly shifting to create more fog. Not quite his soft, pliable [Air], no. Instead, a clotted thing, and a tear he felt wrench free the lining of his lower organs.

Yet this was bearable, in all regards. Or treading towards that.

Why, Fu could not say, but each breath returned control to him. Each frantic heave spread the fruit’s power through the affected area.

And it settled to leave a full view.