Poliro had listened to Yoma’s request and story. He felt bad as he thought about his own zanpakuto but his heart remained striving for the chance of hope that could come from this. Yoma felt horrible that his blade had lost all traces of itself being a shell of the great weapon it once was. Knowing this was all his own fault. He had to at least accept his own flaws and failures. Poliro told yoma to come over and sit down, then informed him how he still had a lot to learn and then to listen. He explained to Yoma was a zanpakuto was, It was Yoma, The Zanpakuto was him, It contained her very soul. Poliro then informed Yoma that he would provide him the guidance to restore this power to him as poliro once did and needed as he suffered similar.
Poliro informed the young Shinigami to close his eyes and focus, Focus on himself, focus on the zanpakuto. The blade was part of him and it was him, there would be no way be could truly forget it. Keep thinking and push out all distractions, focus on what this blade was and who it was. These were the words Poliro told Yoma to follow as he focused. His sword was not a normal blade but a blade that represent him and nothing else.
Yoma was lost inside his own mind. He attempted to recall a moment where he used his zanpakuto. He recalled the fight he had in this desert but he couldn’t recall having his zanpakuto with him, It was as he never had it. Yoma pushed the memory aside and began hunting for another. He couldn't remember other events. His mind felt empty. He began shaking in sorrow he couldn't find anything. He heard something, something faint, he heard it call from within, a voice he heard once before but had no idea where it came from. A memory returned to him, he could hardly make it out but remembered his blade always held a warm feeling as he held it, he felt as the design of his blade was also different but always left an impression on him. This was all he could gather, he felt as he was being drained he felt tried. Sound rang in his ears, this was a sound he remembered hearing often. The clank of metal, his blade made this noise.
Yoma was exhausted, he opened his eyes and felt a small but faint warmth from his blade, he could also see a very faint glow on it too. Yet, he was unable to confirm if anything else had changed it was all the same to him.
“Poliro did we fail? Nothing is different or has changed. I tried to remember my Zanpakuto and my connection but i couldn’t remember much yet, i felt as if i heard something and remember a bit but my zanpakuto hasn’t changed. Did i fail?”
Yoma felt as he failed, he was now feeling more drained and exhausted than before for some strange reason but he wanted to continue learning from poliro and see what else he could obtain.