Once upon a time with the sand. [Closed]

Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing and only had assumptions, along with that little things she has seen or witnessed. With word of mouth, it was ideal to attempt the two together, because they were hand in hand in every sense of the the words. Guess that was her start, she never found it to be a big deal to learn and for some reason, she was second guessing that decision. So. Here she was. In a wasteland, where at any point, a hollow could pop out of the sand for all she knew and attack her. But, that made this all the more dire in her situation. So. She had to open the gate for improvement, it couldn’t been that difficult. Considering, Nadežda and Khlōros were keeping the area safe for the moment, but it did weigh in her mind the difficulties and weakness she presented to them.

Pushing all this to the side, she would have to began with a simple exertion of her reiatsu and when she exerted her reiatsu, it was not refined, it simply released itself all at once, as potent and strong as possible, which was horrible, because it caused difficulty in hiding, masking and when she felt a way, she couldn’t help but release reiatsu in one way or another. So. This was a no good. She needed to correct this before doing anything else.

Placing her hands together, rather, her palms together. She closed her eyes and with a sharp exhaling breath, she focused on herself, forgetting about her surroundings, as foolish as that was and with a clear mind, the lack of emotion or thought to it. She slowly, and surely, released a gentler amount of reiatsu compared to whatever amount she could as a given time. As her first attempt, there was quite a bit fluctuation in volume, it wanted to explode with all its might like a bomb, but with a lot of strain, like grinding her teeth and internal swearing with the passage of time to manage a reasonable volume. It was annoying, taking a decent amount of time.

For the most part, it was a little straining considering her situation and what she was trying to do, but oh well. Naturally, when she released her reiatsu, there was thousands of vivid fiery petals that often signaled her horrible mood, but there was far fewer and with this straining step done. It was not perfect in the slightest, but it was not perfection she was looking for, she was looking for function. The few minutes she attempted this, turned into almost half an hour of fluctuation between the volume she put out and attempting to find herself using this molding of energy known as reiryoku. Everytime she came close, where something like a thin sheet of energy was made between her palms, it disappeared into a vapor. [487 words]

Unbeknownst to breaking girl, who sat curled with the thoughts inside of her head, the tension within her throat was the first step into something close to forming a technique. A bend of energy that was as natural as breathing, it was all about committing to it. Within this void of her own emotions, where she was her worst enemy, it could’ve been called an epiphany or a reach within the darkness. Just as her nails dug into the gentle flesh upon her temples, a voice rung true.

‘Try screaming’, the gentleness of the tone was familiar.
‘When i feel worthless, scared or invalid. I scream’ the voice justified.
‘Hey. I am here. I exist. If helps you feel valid. There is nothing wrong with it’ it reasoned
‘Try it with me. It is like singing your heart out. Come on.’ It cheered.

Denying it back in that time, she refused to believe she was anything other than what she was suppose to be and thus, fall into what they said with lack of individuality, going as far as the down medications. It seemed denial was her issue. As these words weighed themselves as suggestions from a peaceful time. She paused within herself-depressive reflection. Call it an epiphany, or the ability to make a change from seeing an error. In spite of the lock in her throat, this lock that stopped her from crying aloud with its tension. She ignored it. So. What did she do? Just as the voice said, the suggestion within her memory. It was never late than never.[265 words]

Moving to her knees with her palms falling to the sand, she ceased herself into a crawl as her hues lifted lowered and scanned her distance. ‘Well. Shit.’ She thought to herself, she laid around for too long and thus, had the pleasure of dealing with what she attracted to her location. Peeking over the sandy hill, beyond her in a vast bit of meters was a hollow held to that of a lion in shape. Something that she did not wish to mess with as this moment, so with a bit of fright or wish for her own survival and to keep living. She did the best thing she could. Much like holding her breath, she collected her reiatsu within her body and tried to her best ability hide herself, while inching away slowly and with this attempt. Her hands dug gently into and across the sand, if she could hid herself in the sand until it passed, or until one of her two allies returned. She’ll be fine.

Or rather, she could just hide under the sand and dig herself away. Nonetheless, with each inch she motioned away, the creature got closer to her. It the sandy hillside that kept her from its view, but with each step, she sunk slower and slower into the sand. Soul communication was her stronger point, so, it was like moving through slightly melted jello, the issues was trying to keep herself calm enough or lowered enough in reiatsu to avoid this issue all together. Which was fine for the moment. Until, the hollow for a bit too close for comfort and it was with this comfort that sayuri had already been consumed by the sand, hidden completely in a thin sheet. Tensing up within her chest, it was actually like limiting her breathing, or climbing a mountain with thin levels of oxygen, it was uneasy and difficult, but she had to manage. Moving to the harder part of her situation.

It was not like swimming through water or jello, it was like swimming through quicksand, but under her own control, while trying not to choke on the fact she couldn’t breath or she’ll have lungs full of sand. As her hands extended out in a direction with her remembering which way was up, she began to dig her way through her struggle as she fled her situation and with luck on herself, the hollow losing interest or being unable to find her. Her movement wasn’t anything amazing outside of physically forcing herself through loss sand that she controlled. It was after a minute, a solid minute of holding her breath, moving and hiding her reiatsu. That she believed enough was enough. [455 words]