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.