All Sun Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

She watched it focus — the terrible, effortful way his attention had to travel back across some tremendous distance to arrive in the present moment. "Breathe with me," she said. She made it audible — exaggerated the inhale, made the exhale long and visible. In. Hold. Out slow. She did this five times and watched his chest begin to synchronize with hers, the way one pendulum eventually matches another through simple proximity.

Xasha had a bright grin, "theirs more, I knew that old man was being stingy." Mylyn let go of another pearl of laughter, "he's already generous enough to give you such a breathing technique. Without it, your progress would not even be half as fast. Anyway, let's begin. You will activate your breathing technique, actively form a connection with the mana, then circulate the mana inside your body."

Kenji’s POV I seat myself at Luna Aiyana’s desk and wait for Jamari to make her way to me. Ren is pacing in my head making my human half anxious. Getting up, I turn to look out the window behind the Luna’s desk. Maybe some breathing exercises can help calm me and Ren. Slowly, I take a deep breath in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, release for four seconds, hold for four more seconds. By the end I can feel myself loosening up.

She looked in the direction of Ruth Eeggi and nodded in approval. "There is one main school regarding the process of inscriptions which is called "Attunement with the "Breath"". It consists in becoming able to read the fluctuation of the "Breath" and then copying it in a material form. For example, I specialize in space runes, which means that every time I create any one of them, I need to inscribe the behavior that the "Breath" would have during the action that I want to reproduce." She opened her hand and a small golden rune came out of it.

“Breath. Body. Boundary. Tonight we practice until you can hold yourself steady when the pull comes.” “What pull?” “You already know,” he said. We kept walking until the house lights were gone. The woods felt bigger than they had yesterday — not darker, just closer, like they’d leaned in. “Breath first,” Kai said. “In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Longer on the out.” The first breath caught halfway. The second scraped. By the sixth, my chest loosened and the hum softened. “Good,” he said. “Body next. Touch wrist, collarbone, sternum. Name what you feel.”

Blake pointed at his lips which she stared at next, noticing the stubble that grew around them. “Good, Luna, can you hear me at all now?” Cassia nodded, finally sucking in some air. “Let it out slowly, Luna. Don’t go too fast now. That’s it. Feel Cole’s arms around you now, and take in another deep breath.” Cassia did as she was told, noticing how warm and firm yet gentle Cole’s grip on her was. “Good, now let it out.” For the next few minutes, Dr. Blake had her notice things around the room whilst breathing in a rhythmic pattern. Deep breath, hold, release, hold - and repeat.

I heard James' distant voice screaming out to me. He carried me in his arms and gently set me down to rest my back up against the wall. “Aurelia, I'm here for you. I just need you to breathe” I gasped for air, no air was going in and out of my lungs “Look at me, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth.” He took my hand in his, rubbing them gently “follow my move, breathe with me please” I inhaled after he did and followed his breathing, we breath together slowly till I was able to breath on my own like a normal human.

Those contractions transmitted to his ears like a low-frequency vibration. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, with shorter intervals between each breath. Air flowed in and out of her nostrils and lips simultaneously, creating a rhythmic “ha—ha—ha—” sound. With each “ha,” a stream of hot air was expelled onto her chest, causing a strand of hair at the edge of her silk shirt collar to flutter.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

“Fire needs air. Air carries heat. If you cannot feel the way air moves, you will never truly control fire. You will only react.” Her tone was firm but not harsh. She held out her hand. “Sit.” We sat cross-legged on the warm stone. The sun touched the tops of the walls. A soft breeze moved through the courtyard. “Close your eyes,” Sloane instructed. I obeyed. “Breathe in,” she said. “Slowly. Count to four.” “Hold,” she said. I held. “Now breathe out. Count to six.” I let the air go. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.