THE INVISIBLE CRACKS
Artist: Tokyo Ghoul - Song: Glassy Sky
Koyo's gaze shifted as he knew what was coming. "Let's try it again, Koyo; you are getting the hang of it."
Koyo wasn't lazy, but he felt uncomfortable doing this. His wielded power within his Zanpakuto was creating the effects of a Sauna or Onsen around him. The range from what he gathered moved with him. It was a ten-meter radius of influence, and people could withstand it. Or at least he was reasonably sure they could.
It was taxing to him because he was raising his body temperature upwards. Performing the true nature of his Zanpakuto was tiring and dangerous. Slowly sweat glistened on his frame as steam began to emerge. The air around him became hotter as though one had stepped into the Hot Springs. It was a thick air and heat that came from it. The humidity spiking as he closed his own eyes. Sweat glistening on his forehead and dripping down.
Would mother approve of such an unsightly technique? He believed she wouldn't in any sense of it. So a hesitancy followed this technique of his very frequently. While Koyo was able to use it freely, he felt it was exhausting to put on people. Scadding hot water was bad enough and could result in injuries. "Mmm."
He made the noise as he began decreasing the temperature slowly. Accelerating too low could cause internal problems. Fainting or passing out a large bit of the danger. Raising it too fast or too low would be difficult on a good day. He had to train like this to get a constant handle on the technique itself. He meditated on his Zanpakuto and the Hakuda he'd been learning with Asami.
It was a welcome comfort though he was careful. Showing too much attachment could cause trouble. His mother's voice went through his ears, causing his skin to crawl and blood to become cold. Though his imagination alone, it was enough to shake the Kuchiki. He swallowed and bit his lower lip softly; he sheathed Asashio and decided training was finished. His emotions had gone into panic, and Asashio had begun calming him. Koyo went to his bed and laid upon it, his head facing away from the door. Pulling blankets up to his ears, he laid there frightened.
The trembling went to his hands; he could hide his fear in public. But behind this closed door, it was evident. His mother ruled his emotions and his being; Koyo understood this. It was her home, and if he did poorly, she'd kick him out. As images of his childhood training flashed before his eyes again. Slowly he clutched himself under the blanket. Rocking back and forth, as closed his eyes tighter. Trying to press these memories further back. Burying his emotions if he could and getting through it.
Bury them deep enough so as not to have the nightmares anymore. Train so the demons don't happen; move forward.