Obanai Breathing Style Novels & Stories

asked Rengganis again turning the hand to the example, then ending the sword swinging from top to bottom pointing forward. Khandra smiled, the man looked at Rengganis's stance. "This leg must be firmly planted and slightly downward, so that it does not shake easily." Khandra tapped Rengganis's white pants-clad thigh with the tip of a wooden sword. "Lower your body a little." Khandra tapped the Empress on the shoulder, the woman instinctively bowing. "Do that repeatedly, ah don't forget to adjust your breathing according to Kayana's directions!" "I'm ready to do it again." Rengganis' gaze turned serious. She repeated the movement five times before Khandra guided Rengganis to memorize the next

Abijah's ◇, Tank's ♤ POV The ◇ represents Abijah's POV, as the ♤ represents Tank's POV please enjoy! ------◇------ "OMG YOU'RE WHAT!?" I shrieked and they all chuckled at me. Toya patted my right arm lightly saying, "Gurl, you'll get used to being spoiled eventually." I don't know about that but I never thought I'd meet actual billionaires one day! When we were done eating we laid down on the tables for our massages. The masseuse asks me, "Do you get nervous and tense up alot?" Umm yeah, don't we all. "Yeah I do, why?" I ask curiously. "Because your shoulders are really tight. And the space between your shoulders also has lots of stress or tension knots. You need to learn how to relax more.

“Push your weight into your stomach by taking as much air as you can.” I did as he instructed. “Good,” I felt his hands squeeze the side of my waist and the next thing I heard was bones cracking. “Ow,” I yell. What the actual fuck? “That is why I said you should take in as much as air as you could. It’s an ancient Chinese technique used to correct posture.” I was in mild pain, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. He looked pleased with my new stance. “Show me your warrior pose.”

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.

“Look straight ahead. Not at the floor and not at me. You are not prey, Ivy.” Her chin lifted. He stepped behind her, moving like a ghost. “Now breathe.” “I am breathing,” she snapped. “Not how I want you to. Deep through the nose. Hold it. Then release.” She inhaled and held it until her lungs burned, then released it. Her shoulders lowered an inch. “Again.” His voice had a rhythm to it now. It felt as if her own breath was being recalibrated by his commands. “Submission is not weakness. It is strength offered by choice. It requires restraint, precision, and devotion.”

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

My body listened like it had been waiting for someone to talk to it gently. “Where do you feel the breath now?” he asked. “In my hands,” I whispered. “Lower… in my belly.” “Good.” His tone warmed by a degree. “Keep going.” I inhaled. I exhaled. My fingers spread wider over my ribs, noticing the lift, the fall, the rise. A quiet warmth unfurled where panic usually lived. I didn’t know breathing could feel like this - slow, heavy, almost sinful. “Shoulders away from your ears,” he said. “Drop them.”

The mere thought of calling Sam already made my skin crawl, and I knew Adrian could see the annoyance etched on my face. Adrian softened his expression to one of compassion and filled his eyes with concern. "No, babe, calm down," he said in a soft voice. "Breathe in," he instructed, his hands demonstrating the motion of an inhalation. I grinned but did just that, filling my lungs with breath as I moved deeply. "Uhhhhh," I breathed, my voice hardly above a whisper. Adrian's eyes didn't waver from mine, steady and reassuring. "And breathe out," he said, his hands sweeping in a fluid manner. I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension seep from me as I let go of my breath.

“The objective is to reach a state of relaxation. We begin with slow, controlled deep breaths. Try to keep your mind clear and focused on your breathing. Thoughts will come, and that’s okay, but let them come and then let them go. It’s natural to feel a variety of emotions as well, it’s okay, but don’t let them disrupt your focus. Just like thoughts, let them come and let them go. Now you can close your eyes or focus on a specific point, that’s up to you.” “Sounds easy enough,” Dannie said, and Balric showed her the breathing technique he wanted her to use. When it was her turn, Dannie started to close my eyes but changed her mind. There was something about having her eyes closed that made h

' Monica felt conflicted at this moment, but he decided to throw that thought away since, at this moment, it was useless to think too much since he hadn't fallen in love with someone after all, and there weren't any girls that he wanted to date at this moment. While walking, Monica felt that he should use his time in a better way, so he used his time to train his "Breathing Styles" better. There are two ways to use "Breathing Styles": Total Concentration Breathing, and Total Concentration: Constant. Total Concentration Breathing, an advanced application of Breathing, is a state where a Breathing Style user inhales the maximum amount of oxygen within a specific breath pattern to raise their p