Sanemi Wind Breathing Novels & Stories

The wind had died completely, leaving behind an eerie, suffocating pressure that made every breath feel heavy. "The frequency is getting louder," Soren murmured, his voice a low, smooth cadence as they began their rapid ascent up the rocky crags toward the highest vantage point overlooking the eastern sea cliffs. He pulled a silver hunting horn from his belt, its surface carved with the ancient runes of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

Sebastian still felt a bit confused, but he didn’t want to prolong the questions, so he simply nodded and looked at Dinda, who appeared uncertain. “So, Dinda has to blow into this for breathing exercises, right?” The nurse nodded. “Exactly, sir. This will help open the airways and improve airflow in her lungs.” Dinda sat there, still feeling weak, gazing at the blowing device with doubt. Sebastian sat beside her, trying to encourage her. “Dinda, sweetheart. Try blowing into it, okay? I believe you can do it.”

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.

Jeremy was so excited. "That's very good, we're making progress. Now I want you to focus both your breathing and your motion, let them flow in sync with each other. If that doesn't get you to control air in any direction, then I don't know what will." Dr Ashton said and Jeremy so enthusiastically complied. He pointed his hands towards a small table and focused both his energy and his breathing as he moved his hands rhythmically in an attempt to move it,nothing happened.

The earth under him gave a light tremor as a column of air runs down his body to his sword. "Way of air!" A force of the wind picks up and hits him on the back. "Fifth wind!" He closes his eyes and opens up his lungs taking in all the air around him causing his chest to pump up with air. He lets the air flow into his veins and muscles, his heart rate sped up drastically. Now for the final move... "Air...knot!" He exhales and lets his hand fly in the air. What in hell? Eithne yelled at herself.

It was only after a few hours of consolidating his strength at that stage, that Mane finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to exhale a breath of air. The gust of wind that escaped his mouth was as white as mist, and full of power. Mane had so thoroughly baptized his spirit with Chaos that even his breath was infused with it. The small gust of wind flew across the horizon, travelling at speed comparable to a comet as it whizzed past several planets in orbit and finally crashed into a stray meteor, boring a small, almost indiscernible hole in the large rock. Yet the small wind Mane had exhaled so simply was still travelling, and its power remained undiminished.

The man appropriately opened his eyes, even if the movement was sluggish and his irises were not quite in the right place yet, his pupils large and unfocused. "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

Thomas infused the 'breath' in his own body into the woman's body through the silver needles, opening up the disorganized air in her body and leaking it out again along with the silver needles. He kept repeating these steps, little by little, to help the woman 'change her breath'. At the same time, Thomas asked Fox Wolf to boil the freshly picked herbs and give the woman a little to drink every now and then to keep her body warm and comfortable. "It's going to hurt a little bit next, but hang in there." Thomas twisted a damp towel into a ball and stuffed it in the woman's mouth before using silver needles to help her correct the position of eight extra meridians in her body and stabilize her

“You can’t call me that.” “I just did.” He leaned over me. “Hands on your ribs.” I lifted my hands awkwardly to my sides. “No,” he murmured, and his fingers brushed mine, positioning them lower. “Here. Feel what moves.” I tried to breathe, but it came out shallow. He noticed. “Exhale slowly through your mouth.” I obeyed, lips parting. The sound left me soft, shaky. “Again. In through the nose. Fill the ribs. Feel them expand into your palms. Slower.” He paused. “Good. And exhale.”

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."