Obanai Breathing Style Novels & Stories

« Your explanation cramps my conversation with you; you should take a formation in teaching. There are two possibilities here, you are joking, or you are trying to joke because I don’t see any other alternative. » « Hahahaha, you are funny. Alright, I don’t want to make you worse, first, try to control your breathing style. Breathe until you don’t have any place for the air then exhale everything. Do it while training, because I want you to be more endurant in a battle, you have great abilities for a human, you are like an unpolished gem that I am trying to work on. » « I knew it, you were joking. So all I need to do is to breathe correctly, right ? »

he says, his voice rougher now. I lower myself onto the mat, lying back and trying to steady my breathing. He kneels down beside me, taking my right ankle in one hand and pushing my leg up toward my chest with controlled force. His other hand presses my thigh flat against the mat, keeping my hips aligned. He leans in, his body hovering over mine, one forearm braced beside my head for leverage. His face is inches away, close enough that I can see the faint stubble on his jaw. His breath fans across my knee, then higher as he adjusts. "Relax," he murmurs. "Breathe through it."

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

he murmured from over my flesh. As soon as the sensations had swelled up, I ’d started frantic panting again. But now I made myself inhale as slowly as I could, pushing down against the mattress with my feet. Then I exhaled, feeling a sudden, intense surge of pleasure as some of my muscles relaxed. Suddenly understanding the purpose of the breathing, I focused on it even more, allowing the growing sensations from Oyin’s ministrations to take care of themselves. I breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale the pleasure leapt forward.

Kael stood in the center. “Stand straight,” he said. Ariana adjusted her posture. “Breathe.” She followed his instructions. Slow in. Hold. Slow out. Again. Again. **** At first, it felt useless. Just breathing. But slowly her body calmed. Her heart slowed. The pain became less sharp. *** “Close your eyes,” Kael said. She obeyed. “Listen.” She focused. The wind. Leaves. Her heartbeat. **** “Now feel,” Kael said.

Slowly, Busaba inhaled it. “Stop.” She halted her breath. “Hu~~” Anubis released it, slowly. Nothing urgent about that body language. Busaba was released the same way. “Hu~~” “Again…” Anubis guided her yet again, without stopping. She did exactly what was taught by him. She inhaled the air, halted it for two seconds, and released it at ease. After the third try, the smile on Anubis’s lips began to appear. His eyes were easing up as well and his locked body became languid.

Leia instructed and I didn’t hesitate to halt in my tracks, leaning forward with my hands on my knees as I struggled to catch my breath. “To be able to control one’s breathing is just as important as strength, Emily,” Leia said, walking over to me. “If you don’t learn to control your breathing you’d burn out before you even have a chance to fight your opponent.” I nodded weakly as I dabbled on all the air I could. “Stand up straight,” she instructed. “Breathing becomes difficult when you slouch.” I obeyed, and forced myself upright. Leia placed a hand on my shoulder and another on my stomach. “Now, inhale deeply through your nose. Expand your lungs fully…feel your belly rise.”

"Follow along with my breathing. Take in a breath for five seconds, and then breathe out for five seconds. I'll count it out. Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Just like that." Lila watched the man, lying down beneath her, struggling along to breathe as she counted out the rhythm and beat for him to follow along, keeping time with the count and the chant. Slowly but steadily, she heard the patterns of his wheezing flatten out and stabilise into something

His hair fluttered and the air he inhaled also became much fresher, not as dull as before. "Very good. Listen up, then act quickly three steps forward, seven cuns for each step, then six steps backward, 10 cuns for each step. The movement should be consistent and must be completed in one breath without any stagnation." The Sword Master's voice sounded more dignified. Ding Hao took a deep breath, recalled it in his mind, and then resolutely took three steps forward and six steps backward. His every step was as long as what he was told and they were completed in one breath.

This was also what he has been doing for the past twelve days. As Chen began practicing the second stage of Gentle Palms which only included the method of refining his hand to increase the destructive capabilities of the 32 stances, he felt his meager spirit energy depleting. The moment it depleted, Chen's breathing would refine more spirit energy in the surroundings and fill his light spirit capacity. 'Just focus on the breathing... until you no longer need to focus on it,' Chen kept repeating the phrase. He had tried to hypnotize himself like the memory skill of his but the result was barely adequate. Instead, that day, he almost lost his left nipple to Lone Bone's assault.