Yoma traveled searching for his quest of self improvement, lost in a desert he knew he had to better understand everything. This world, The other planes of existence, and yet himself, he was far too ignorant to be called a true warrior. He focused closing his eyes and continued walking. Using only the senses he had begun to develop he attempted to avoid obstacles in his path and continued walking clearing his mind in the process. As he cleared his head he let the reasoning he traveled flow into him.
He had left the gotei as he felt that he didn’t belong something felt wrong to him, something wrong with him, limitations. This powerful feeling drove him to leave and search for something more. He had met someone he couldn’t remember who but someone who challenged him and drove him to understand his own weaknesses. Within this conflict he lost his zanpakuto shattered and left with nothing yoma continued to carry it with him for a while longer as he joined the monsuta. Within the monsuta he found a place to call home and belong but not before long trouble ensured. His new home was challenge which caused yoma to stand up to opponents he knew he had no chance against. In the end he knew he had to leave in failure. Shortly, after this the monsuta changed becoming less of a home but he encountered someone by the name of poliro who trained him in the basics of combat, true combat, while also showing him how to repair his zanpakuto. Yet, yoma couldn’t repair it he couldn’t feel the connection to it as he had never truly understood it. He had chosen the task to abandon it hidden from the world somewhere where no one could find it. He vowed to return to it once he gained the knowledge and power he seeked to someday return for it, to become someone who is truly worthy of wielding the blade.
This thought traveled and left yoma’s mind further motivating him to grow and become more true to his role in the world. He opened his eyes he somehow felt the presences of others around him. He could feel them but it was strange he didn't know what this power was. He didn’t know how but once his eyes opened this feeling disappeared. Yoma laughed it off. While investigating the village he was in. he spoke to the people of the village learning of the wealth that lies inside. They had major mines used to gather materials that were in very high demand. Yoma held no interest in them but still wanted to use this as a learning experience. Grabbing several books yoma studied and researched the mines and history of the town a little, speaking to people and growing much more knowledgeable. Yoma heads into the mines and travels deep within. He grows in awe of the sights, many gemstones glimmered, puddles of waters dipped leaving behind a wet and moist feeling in the mine. Yoma’s had read about the experience of the mine not too long now and yet seeing it in person he could feel a sense of happiness and exploration from this place.
As he traveled further his worries were washed away by the beauty of the place, many gemstones were resistant to heat, pressure, breakage, and even the rock around the gemstones gave of a nice guiding light. Yoma looked around surprised how big the space in this mine was.
“Hello anyone out there?”
Yoma couldn’t help but shout out, he felt as he was the only one is this mysterious glowing world. A new experience for him to obtain. Yet, his soul felt lacking for a moment and gave him the feeling that something was missing. Yoma had a sorrow hit him for a moment which casted aside ready to shout some more.
“Hello, anyone alive in here? It's kinda lonely alone in here. Anyone want to join me?”