All Breathing Styles 소설 & 이야기

He shows her how to do it, putting his hand over his stomach and making a point of forcing his stomach to distend so she can see where to draw the air. “You try.” He says and watches as she mimics his position of having a hand on her stomach and lifting her head slightly to take a deep breath. Both of us see her chest expand. A common mistake to take in air through your lungs and not to your stomach. Avani works with her and has her practice it several more times until she finally gets it. “There you go!” I say, watching as her stomach distends. “Do you feel the difference?” “I do!” Kenna says excitedly.

“Use your stomach muscles and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

We did not stop until I could not breathe, he pulled away "Breath Zee" urh, how does one do that again? I forgot how to breath… "Urh how do I do that again?" I ask him Niklaus laughs "Inhale count till three... one... two... three... And exhale" I follow he is instructions and I start breathing again I blush, I look down at my hands and stutter out "Thank you... For that" "Don't worry about it" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

Even though only several seconds had passed, she could already see the flaws of Ye Zhihao’s cultivation. As she said mentioned earlier, breathing in itself was a form of cultivation, and from what she could see, this so-called Basic Meditation Technique was nothing more but an enhanced version of breathing, where a person takes in turbid air through their nose, isolates a miniscule amount of qi contained in it and uses it to refine the body before releasing the air through their mouth. It was only slightly better than a human’s inborn ability to breathe, but it was basically the tackiest most inefficient technique she had ever seen.

The posture felt obscene—offered, displayed—but I held it rigidly, muscles trembling. His heat pressed against my back, inches away. “Breathe.” I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. Air rushed in, shaky. “Slower. Deeper. Count it—four in, hold four, four out.” I forced the rhythm, chest expanding until fabric pulled taut, nipples aching. He completed the circle, stopping so close the toes of his boots nearly touched my bare feet. His scent drowned me.

she stuttered with sobs, once again trying to reach out to me. Almost immediately after her last attempt, I quickly moved one of my hands to meet Aryana's shaking fingers, holding on tightly. With gentle movements, I brought her hand to my chest, palm resting over the fabric draped over my body. I let her feel the steady rhythm of my breaths, the distinguishable up and down of my thorax, and the muscles all moving to show Aryana that she could breathe successfully. Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus.

He looked calm and steady. "Your breathing is way too fast," Axel noted. He took a slow, deep breath in through his nose to demonstrate. "You are working yourself into a panic attack. I need you to match my breathing. We are going to inhale for four seconds, and we are going to exhale for four seconds." I wanted to argue because my mind was racing with terrible scenarios, but Axel maintained his steady eye contact. He inhaled again. I forced myself to follow his lead. I drew a shaky breath into my tight lungs.

Balin followed behind him. “Close your eyes, young Rave. Begin the breathing. Balin placed his fingers lightly on Rave’s cheek. Leesa watched as Rave began a series of long, slow breaths through his nose. With each breath, the inhale and exhale grew slightly longer. When each seemed to Leesa to last an impossibly long time, Rave began to shorten his breaths, just as gradually as he had lengthened them. The breathing exercise lasted for several minutes. Finally, Balin removed his fingers from Rave’s cheek. He motioned for Leesa to join them.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?