Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Flame Breathing

Hiss~~~ Wisps of white mist are constantly spitting out from the teeth, a large amount of oxygen is sucked into the lungs, the blood flow speed is accelerated, and the heart beating frequency increases. Concentrate on breathing~~ Roger controlled Jessica's body, and rootless fire spewed out from the corners of Jessica's mouth with her breathing. Moreover, the blades of the training swords in her hands were covered with a layer of blazing fire at some point. Burning flame. [Breath of the Sun·One round dance! ] The long sword was raised high above his head, and the flame-wrapped blade directly turned into an arc and slashed down quickly.

Andrew said evenly, "If you can quit acting slutty, I might consider sparing you a slap." Cordelia's face darkened, and she did not dare continue. Eric had already beaten her so badly before that the shadow of it lingered in her mind. Once again, Andrew pressed his hand against the seal on her back. The burning sting hit him instantly. The Flamebinding carried a fiery force similar to his Inferno Strike, but there was a difference. His Inferno Strike was pure, explosive heat, while the Flamebinding was fire mixed with poison, heat laced with venom.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

Still they don’t speak, but the one in the center lifts a hand. A wave of pressure slams into me, flattening the air around my ears. There’s suddenly no wind, no sound, no breath. They’re trying to mute me again. Make me smaller by taking away my voice. Contain my fire in the void. But I am not a candle. I’m the whole goddamn pyre. I draw in magic the way wolves draw breath. Greedy, full-lunged, and without apology. Heat rushes up through my limbs, settling behind my teeth. Flame flickers across my fingers, gold and orange and searing white.

She repeated it, clumsy at first but Drake repeated it till she got it right. “It means breath of fire, as you know the strongest part of a dragon is the flame produced from their core. There are different grades of fire breathing ranging from weaker dragon having little or low flame and royalty have fierce heat that can send an entire village down in flames. Breath of fire is an intense training technique where the dragon has to channel their energy into their lungs for an extended time till they breathe out fire as air. It is quite vigorous and painful to the lungs, it took me a year to learn” he explained. Elaina listened with rapt attention, intrigued to know more about dragons.

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

I licked my lips, waiting patiently even though my breathing was unsteady. A jolt coursed through me as his hands slid down to rest over mine. I could feel the heat beneath his palm, and his low, commanding voice was all I could hear aside from my heartbeat. “Don’t think of fear. Or pain. Find the blaze inside you. Feed it your will. Your hunger. Your defiance.” As he spoke, I concentrated. My chest tightened as I felt something spark deep inside me. The moment my palm tingled, I unfurled my eyes to see pale-blue flames dancing weakly above my skin. It was flickering.

I shout and he takes a step back from me. My powers are coursing beneath my skin. My hands begin to tingle as little bursts of flames burst from my fingertips. I raise my hand and flip it in the air letting the flames bounce across knuckles and then back into the palm of my hand. I hear the snow crunch behind me. I can't tell if they are moving closer to me or farther away but it doesn't matter. I have Jarek in my sights. The smirk leaves Jarek's face as I toss one of my balls of flame at his feet. The snow melts around his feet instantly and he jumps out of the way.

Aji moved her hands to cultivate her breath. With one breath, she drew lightning from the sky and aimed it with her other hand at her own heart. The temple stone shattered into two pieces. Aji Sangkala, who was able to control the fire with his breathing technique, swung his right hand. Quickly, the enormous flames devoured the tree beside the temple until it was charred. "My strength has returned completely. If you want, I can attack Nuswapala alone and bring back five demon heads." Aji Sangkala turned to Ki Janggan Nayantaka.