Kokushibo Breathing Style の小説・ストーリー

He'd removed most of the equipment, leaving only soft mats covering the floor and a few cushions arranged in a circle. "We'll start with breathing," Alexander explained to Felix, helping him settle comfortably on one of the cushions. "Proper breath control is the foundation of all combat skills. It gives you focus, endurance, and power." I stood at the edge of the room, watching as Alexander knelt beside my son, demonstrating the deep, controlled breathing technique. Felix copied him diligently, his small chest rising and falling in measured movements. "Good," Alexander praised. "Now, let's work on your center. Feel the core of your strength here—" he gently tapped Felix's midsection. "This

“You have to calm down. Kassian… Kassian doesn’t even care about romance like that. He’s not… he’s not that type of guy.” But the words feel hollow, fragile. The fear doesn’t loosen its grip on me. I focus on my breathing, forcing the air in and out, slow and steady, though each inhale feels like dragging glass through my lungs. The pounding in my head softens, just a little. My body still trembles, but the suffocating weight on my chest begins to ease.

“Cole, I know you just met me so there is no trust but I need you to follow my directions exactly. I’m going to coach you through a breathing technique that will help you to relax. As you relax you will feel me easing up on your arms.” I nod my head, agreeing to his offer as I’m completely lost and out of control. “First I want you to take a quick but deep breath in then just as quickly push it out. Just throw it away. I want three of these. Then I’ll move to three much slower ones. Ready.” I nod to show I understand his instructions. “All right, in quick, now throw it away.” I follow his lead and take a quick sharp breath before letting it out almost as quickly. It’s as I’m breathing in on

one of the instructors commented. "That form, could it be... The Earth-Crushing Technique?!!!" Another instructor shouted in surprise. "Hoy, hoy, hoy... wasn't that skill supposed to be hard to execute. Did he learn it in advance?" An instructor wearing a robe and a straw hat plus a piece of a tree branch in his mouth said in surprise upon seeing Kiko's stance. "Fufufu, that kid is quite amusing," the female instructor said. "Mina, look, look at that guy using a powerful skill. And he's quite handsome too," Kesha said to her best friend.

Nanako subconsciously said, “I saw it on television before. It seems that one can speak with one’s abdomen, right?” Rosalie said, “It’s similar. In fact, it is a special pronunciation technique, but this technique is very different from the way ordinary people speak. You have to adjust your breathing through your abdomen, which is similar to martial arts training. Ordinary people feel that it’s strange when they see ventriloquism because they don’t understand how people can make sounds using their abdomen. Moreover, if there is no one to teach the technique and you have to rely on yourself to figure it out, perhaps not even one out of ten thousand people may be able to figure out the true se

Coupled with the fact that he was extremely nice and kind, it was no wonder he was a target of bullying in the outer sect. It seemed like the Boss had figured out it would be good to have him follow Qing Wu You around so that a bit of his wisdom would rub off on him. Even if not, at the very least, Ye Zhihao would not be mistreated with Qing Wu You and Xiao Ku around to support him. Ye Zhihao suddenly straightened his back and started circulating qi inside his body. “Uhh, the deacon simply called this technique the Basic Meditation Technique which is a special breathing exercise where you gather qi and compress it inside your body like this…”

Control the current, Baraka mentally commanded himself, closing his eyes. He didn't pull on the Star-Code’s volatile, explosive power. He relied on the foundational breathing techniques of martial arts—Ibuki breathing. He inhaled sharply through his nose, drawing oxygen deep into his diaphragm, and exhaled with a short, controlled hiss. He visualized the faint, baseline violet energy in his blood not as a fire, but as a gentle, soothing stream, directing it explicitly to the damaged nerve endings in his legs. His boot lifted two inches off the stone floor.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

I climb up, not a graceful act given that half my body still remembers what last week's flogging felt like, and stretch out on my front. The cotton sheet is cool against my chest. My cheek settles into the pillow. My arms fold under it. The next thing I feel is Kir's palm, flat and warm, between my shoulder blades. "Breathe," he says. "I am breathing. If I wasn’t I’d be blue." "Breathe properly." A slow breath in. Hold it. Let it out. "Better. Keep doing that." He peels my waistband down just enough to expose the small of my back, no more.

As a true Master, he prioritized her comfort, guiding with expertise born of experience. "We'll start with trust-building," he said, his tone deep and instructive, delving into the essence of the exercise. "Breathing first. Inhale slowly through your nose for a count of four. Hold for four. Exhale through your mouth for four. Follow my lead." He demonstrated, his breaths even and audible, a rhythmic guide. Kyra mirrored him, her chest rising and falling in sync. It was cute, the way her head tilted slightly as she concentrated, her lips parting just a bit with each exhale.