#(... - sips a caprisun - I blame the 7 Dios that torment him nknlsdngsdjgd )

[jojoingjoseph]

A breath, a breeze lifting from his lungs, it was the foundation for Hamon..

As much as it was a pain to get up, it was far better to be busying himself with something or other just to stop himself from doing nothing but lay in a depressive funk all damn day. It wasn’t in his nature to be so apathetic towards just about everything, the slow inhales and exhales filling and exiting out through his nostrils.

Inhale for ten minutes, 

                                           Exhale for Ten minutes....

Just as Machina and Logs had ruthlessly ground into his and Caesar’s heads back then. Perhaps a swim would do him well as opposed to going on a jog, it was easier on the limbs and joints but still held the challenge for how long he could hold his breath. Truly, anything just to break the drone of a stagnant mind and empty heart.

Mediation wasn’t much of his thing anyway... That was more of Caesar’s thing whenever the brunet caught him during such times of serene peace. How the Idiot could stand to be in one place for so long was beyond him, though the Notion of attaining a certain Peace was not lost on the Joestar.

Hard work... God how he Hated it but doing this was necessary in the grand scheme of things. He knew it very well within the inner workings of his mind to keep up on his training instead of letting it slip through his hands like Sand. Perhaps as a memory, perhaps just to stave off a downward turn of emotions that can’t be helped, perhaps... just to pass the time.

It was no doubt people’d call him Crazy for what he had come to know and take to heart, for all of it had yet to happen ‘in a sense’. An older version of himself, the stories heard; Slacking off on his strengths wasn’t an option anymore than it was truly more of a simple survival against the unseen obstacles that now strewn perilously over his chosen path.