[Zangetsu turns his attention to Yoyo for a moment. He hadn't even realized he was with Urahara. What a completely bizarre creature. Everything had energy; everything. Even plants and flowers had a minuscule amount, contributing to the warm background noise of the world. But Yoyo, and Nami for that matter, were... weirdly empty.
He looks back at Urahara, and the release of his Reiatsu makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Neat.]
Water? [he frowns. His always felt more like fire to him; uncontrollable and wild. He sits down crosslegged and closes his eyes tightly in a familiar-looking scowl. The energy around him, dark and hot, continues to seethe and writhe like something alive. Sitting and concentrating like this, the pressure exerted by his power starts to wilt the poor plants near him. No, that's not right. He has to-- wait, no, not there either. Every time he feels like he's about to block off one torrent of energy, another breaks through somewhere else. He feels like the kid trying to plug the dyke with his fingers.
He runs out of fingers pretty fast.
He meditates like this for about twenty minutes before giving up. He lets his Reiatsu go, and it rushes out in all directions like a heavy, hot wind. ]
... I can't do it. There's too much. I feel like... if I tried to hold it back, it would explode.
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He looks back at Urahara, and the release of his Reiatsu makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Neat.]
Water? [he frowns. His always felt more like fire to him; uncontrollable and wild. He sits down crosslegged and closes his eyes tightly in a familiar-looking scowl. The energy around him, dark and hot, continues to seethe and writhe like something alive. Sitting and concentrating like this, the pressure exerted by his power starts to wilt the poor plants near him. No, that's not right. He has to-- wait, no, not there either. Every time he feels like he's about to block off one torrent of energy, another breaks through somewhere else. He feels like the kid trying to plug the dyke with his fingers.
He runs out of fingers pretty fast.
He meditates like this for about twenty minutes before giving up. He lets his Reiatsu go, and it rushes out in all directions like a heavy, hot wind. ]
... I can't do it. There's too much. I feel like... if I tried to hold it back, it would explode.