Third Course -- Tank Burger
Toriko is emitting some beastly bad mojo right about now. His trailer-circle camp failed him -- Baiken's rice balls were tasty, but unfortunately, not infinite. It was fun making them while it lasted, but once Toriko realized how close he was to turning, he left Baiken in the shelter of his makeshift fortress in search of real sustenance -- the further away from him, the safer she'd be.
Welcome to Gourmet World Science Corner!
Before explaining any further, you've got to understand that Toriko's biology is kind of...different. After years of intense training, his body requires a higher daily caloric intake -- this is why he's always snacking on full course meals whenever you've seen him about. Because he's just that damn huge and big and mighty, he needs to eat a proportional amount of food to sustain his high-energy lifestyle. However, his biological changes -- his "evolutions" beyond normal human beings -- also occur because he has dined on rare and unbelievably delicious foods containing "gourmet cells." These facilitate his rapid muscle growth, stabilize his energy reserves, and generally allow him to be the huge hulking behemoth he is today. These cells demand absurdly high nutritional values to remain stable. If Toriko doesn't stay well-fed and maintain that stability, his body will literally try to eat itself. This causes Toriko to fly into a BERSERKER RAGE, one you would do best to stay behind, and definitely shouldn't get in the way of.
So, on that happy note, Toriko is stomping through the zombie infestation, a whole torso, head and shoulders taller than most all of them. Every muscle in his body save for his head has expanded to ridiculous proportions. He's breathing what looks like smoke -- yes, it's perspiration and saliva vaporizing as he breathes. His eyes, buried beneath an intensely furrowed brow, look almost glazed-over and white, and his clothes are ripped and torn. His skin is an unnatural shade of red -- Toriko's animal-like metabolism has kicked in, and his body temperature is currently way higher than anyone's should be. A few lucky zombies have bitten him, but his unstable gourmet cells on top of his absurdly high body heat has allowed him to filter the zombie-makin' mutagens from his system or simply burn them off, like the extra calories from that chocolate bar you wish you had.
"NNNUUOOOOOOHHHHH!! KNIIIIIFE!!!"
With a roar and one massive swipe of his left hand, Toriko's trademark cutting move relieves a couple dozen zombies of their heads as if he were swatting at flies. The others that had the misfortune of stumbling to the ground before him suffer only a few seconds longer before the beastly figure flattens their heads under his flippy-floppies. One jumps him from behind and latches to his back, but Toriko grabs the unwanted guest by its torso, wraps his other palm around its head and simply pulls. He tosses the limp once-again-dead corpse aside and stomps along, unphased by the pile of zombies before him and the bloody, rotting wake of very thoroughly dead corpses behind him. It may not look it, but he's still on your side. Thank God.
It looks like Toriko's headed for the Wall Market, presumably to look for any remaining food reserves. Do you dare follow this newly-blazed trail in hopes of finding food?
Welcome to Gourmet World Science Corner!
Before explaining any further, you've got to understand that Toriko's biology is kind of...different. After years of intense training, his body requires a higher daily caloric intake -- this is why he's always snacking on full course meals whenever you've seen him about. Because he's just that damn huge and big and mighty, he needs to eat a proportional amount of food to sustain his high-energy lifestyle. However, his biological changes -- his "evolutions" beyond normal human beings -- also occur because he has dined on rare and unbelievably delicious foods containing "gourmet cells." These facilitate his rapid muscle growth, stabilize his energy reserves, and generally allow him to be the huge hulking behemoth he is today. These cells demand absurdly high nutritional values to remain stable. If Toriko doesn't stay well-fed and maintain that stability, his body will literally try to eat itself. This causes Toriko to fly into a BERSERKER RAGE, one you would do best to stay behind, and definitely shouldn't get in the way of.
So, on that happy note, Toriko is stomping through the zombie infestation, a whole torso, head and shoulders taller than most all of them. Every muscle in his body save for his head has expanded to ridiculous proportions. He's breathing what looks like smoke -- yes, it's perspiration and saliva vaporizing as he breathes. His eyes, buried beneath an intensely furrowed brow, look almost glazed-over and white, and his clothes are ripped and torn. His skin is an unnatural shade of red -- Toriko's animal-like metabolism has kicked in, and his body temperature is currently way higher than anyone's should be. A few lucky zombies have bitten him, but his unstable gourmet cells on top of his absurdly high body heat has allowed him to filter the zombie-makin' mutagens from his system or simply burn them off, like the extra calories from that chocolate bar you wish you had.
"NNNUUOOOOOOHHHHH!! KNIIIIIFE!!!"
With a roar and one massive swipe of his left hand, Toriko's trademark cutting move relieves a couple dozen zombies of their heads as if he were swatting at flies. The others that had the misfortune of stumbling to the ground before him suffer only a few seconds longer before the beastly figure flattens their heads under his flippy-floppies. One jumps him from behind and latches to his back, but Toriko grabs the unwanted guest by its torso, wraps his other palm around its head and simply pulls. He tosses the limp once-again-dead corpse aside and stomps along, unphased by the pile of zombies before him and the bloody, rotting wake of very thoroughly dead corpses behind him. It may not look it, but he's still on your side. Thank God.
It looks like Toriko's headed for the Wall Market, presumably to look for any remaining food reserves. Do you dare follow this newly-blazed trail in hopes of finding food?