Pain of Two? Zetsurin

Yoma and his other half had both set out on their journey to find an answer they had burning inside of them. Yoma went towards the gotei in search of other shinigami to find guidance to lead him to a new future other then one of just lazing about. While his other half went off in search of a source of power to push his growth. Yet both quests have now met an intersection. The desire to evolve had connected the two. The two had found themselves with in the hot and humid desert where his fate had changed and met the key that lead him to the monsuta. With nothing surrounding him but the golden colored sand and the many cactuses split around the area Yoma began a new and special training for himself.

His hopes to evolve, his dream to touch the powers he had encountered from others, and to share his joys with his new friends yoma felt much happier than he ever was with the gotei. Yoma used this joy to fuel his energy and affect his control of his strength. He had one goal at the current moment. To develop the technique engraved into his memory, Yoma had used his time in the Monsuta to spy on the Former leader when they were still around and grew in awe of his power leaving an impression on yoma. Both sides knew they wanted to take what they had experienced and use it to form a new power and new level of growth.

Dripping in sweat Yoma held a cheap sword he found in the monsuta armory. It had been worn down and forgotten and this resonated with yoma. It reminded him of the zanpakuto he no longer felt he was worthy to hold. To make up for this he began training and learned to understand a sword. Mimicking what he had seen from the missing leader. Yoma practiced constant movement and sword control moving in to strike the unwilling and unmoving targets. Another cactus has fallen cleanly cut in two making a mess it is splattered insides everywhere. Yoma had been out for hours practicing learning to control his breathing as he moved. It sounded easy but it was simple to forget to exhale or inhale as one moved their body. Yet Yoma felt as his power hasn't changed just that he had tired out his body.

Yoma closed his eyes and gathered his focus, He knew his inability to keep truly focus was hurting him and he needed way to create and an absolute control over himself. Immediately Yoma began launching himself towards his new cactus target they as he made it in front of it he controlled his body just as he was about to swing he suddenly stopped. But Yoma couldn’t control his forward momentum and crashed into the cactus yelling out in agonizing pain. He could feel the sharp pain enter his body as he moved but created distance once more continued repeating this over and over. Yoma would then continue crashing into the cactus eventually causing it to bend over and break and crash down with him. Yoma was pushing himself to create control but continually get hurt he was in so much pain but he knew that he had to use this as a form of punishment to become stronger.

The parched land seemingly barren of life yet she could feel it all around her. Small animals for the most part… but that was useless to her … she did not crave the companionship from such beings.. ‘Such bad luck’ she thought to herself … she could not feel any large groups of people anywhere. How far was she from a town or even a small village…? Worrying about that though would not solve anything as there was no way for her to tell. Kinu taking a step back mentally refocused not on finding a group but only one, only one person. If she could do that maybe they would be able to fulfill her hearts wishes or point her in the direction of life. “YeS”… there was some one here and with that she set out.

Kinu stopped barely 20 feet from the man’s back. Kinu still portraying herself as a Shinigami. Her footsteps quiet on the sand along with her seemingly low spiritual energy the man most likely would not notice her due to focusing on his… well kinu did not know what to call it.. He was thrashing about and running in to cacti.. Yes she had heard of the term tree huggers… people that love trees … but this was not the same. This was more of a cactus tackler. Was this really a think? As kinu thought about it this did make more sense to her. Love is painful and the cacti could return the guys feelings with each and every touch. Yes … and looking around at the previously broken ones they must be old lovers that could not handle his feelings.. Kinu found herself feeling envious of the plant.. And she did not like it. As the last cacti snapped she felt joy over his fallen lover. A soft smile taking form on her face and a tingle flowing straight through her spine. Kinu letting out a small but audible giggle over the deserts silence. It he did not notice her before he would now.

The girl not standing far from him was wearing attire similar to that of a Shinigami. The waistline clung to her form as other parts where loose and reviling. Her top was one such loos piece, hanging off her shoulders yet staying up gust barely protecting her full cleavage from the wandering eye, but hid more than it showed, her thin white skirt wrapping around her pale legs in away one could not be sure if they could or could not see her thighs through it, yet her gripping black leggings with red leather straps for guarders… her body's form was made up of the lustful thoughts that brought her to life so it could make the hearts of most men seemed to skip a beat. "Looks as tho another has giveaway under you. quite literally this time."

Yoma was on the ground pushing himself to keep going he wanted to perfect his control to obtain a power that seemly was out of his reach. His body ached in pain he could do nothing about it. He could feel blood oozing out and dripping down his body. Yoma wanted to perfect his movement control, he wanted to obtain this without his zanpakuto but felt as if he wasn’t reaching that point anytime soon. Yoma got up struggling to keep going but grew surprised to hear a voice that was seemly directed towards him. The voice sounded sweet and delicate which caused yoma to get curious.

“Ummm hello there. Who are you? And how long have you been standing there? Yea you are right that another one of these cactuses have fallen it's quite painful. Im hoping to get stronger and improve my control but so far i haven't done much. So what are you doing in this barren desert? Not many people randomly decide to stroll here. My bad let me introduce myself its Yoma Yazaki a shinigami of the Monsuta.”

Yoma did not expect such a beautiful girl in a place like this, he was in awe. Yoma stumbled and grew confused when speaking. He wasn’t sure what was right to say nor what to talk about. He was happy to at least have someone other than himself to talk to. Being in the desert was quite lonely and at this point painful. Yoma continued gathering himself and readied to continue his training. Even as he readied himself he couldn’t get her out of his head he didn’t know why. Yoma began getting ready to push his legs before stopping feeling the shocking agonizing pain from his injuries. Pain was normal for Yoma he would always continue pushing himself no matter the pain he was in but part of him was afraid. He constantly questioned himself and his strength. Could he do this? Does he have the power to obtain that he desires?

Yoma couldn’t stop constantly turning his head to see if the woman was there. He didn’t understand why she was here to begin with. The entire time Yoma had a smile on his face he didn’t realize he had brought on by having someone else there with him.

“Excuse me im sorry if this is incorrect of me to ask but i am curious if you could help me train? I want to improve but right now i keep reaching a point and failing. And i thought that maybe you could help”

Yoma didn’t know why but he wanted the woman around and he didn’t know what else to ask. would she get mad or would she agree? Yoma hoped that he could keep her around for a bit to talk even if he had no idea how to express himself.