Tanjiro Sun Breathing Novels & Stories

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.

“What comes after firing the blade in the forge?” First, Aki made the hand seal of Zai, which was the Ring of the Sun and gave her control of the sky and the elements. “I am conscious of and manifest the laws of nature,” she chanted. From the ground beneath her, a circle of light appeared and radiated upwards. Next, she unleashed Teikiatsujutsu – the Cyclone Technique – which gathered the stormy winds in that barren place and all the snow and ice that came with them. What she had failed to do while they were plunging to their death, she would now deliver with a vengeance.

The phoenix shadow soared across the sky and attacked everything on the ground. You Tianyi's hands were also moving. Instead of forming a magic signet, he was executing a martial skill. "Tsunami Slash!" He pressed his palms together and his energy grew to a terrifying level. With Internal Breath surging in his body, he pushed forward with great strength. Giant ripples were unleashed like a tsunami that could engulf everything on the shore. It charged toward the fire phoenix, making terrifying explosions along its path.

His heart is beating even slower. I tilt his head back to give me more access, and I blow more air into his mouth. I don’t stop, I keep breathing into his mouth. Come on! Breathe! You goddamn omega!. Fucking breathe Sorahiko!. He’s not breathing. I don’t let up. Inhale. Exhale. Push. Not until he takes in that first shaky breath. Not until he starts breathing by himself, albeit shakily. At least he’s breathing. I pick him up gently, cradling the back of his head in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sorahiko so silent. It’s unnerving.

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.

“Control your breathing. Don’t let it pull you back there. Just stay with your mind.” Aidan clenched his jaw as he forced himself to follow the rhythm he had drilled into his body over the years. Inhale, exhale, then count. The technique he had learned through countless hours of Aikido training became his anchor, pulling him back from the edge of that suffocating darkness. “One… two… three…” he counted silently, each breath gradually loosening the tight grip around his chest until the world stopped spinning. It took a few moments, but eventually, his breathing steadied, and the tension in his shoulders eased, though the shadow of what he had just experienced lingered in his eyes.

" I tried, but it hurt so much; my chest continued heaving heavily. I focused on his warm amber eyes staring into mine, and I tried to match my breathing to his. In through my nose. Hold. Out through my mouth. Again. His thumbs stroked my cheeks, wiping away the tears as they kept falling, and I kept trying to breathe slowly; the crushing feeling in my chest started to ease just barely. "There you go," Jude murmured, and his voice was so tender it made my heart ache. "That's it, sweetheart. Just breathe for me. I've got you, sweetheart." I sniffled while hiccuping sobs, yet Jude held me tighter; his soothing pheromone engulfed me.

Too afraid to take what I wanted. I sucked in a deep breath, held it for as long as I could. Pushed it out in a slow, controlled stream. "Cricket?" Turo pushed me from his arms slightly. Looked down at me. Holding his gaze, I took another deep breath to a slow count of five. Held it for another five before exhaling to the same count. His dark eyes searched my face. "You're exhausted." I snarled as I breathed in through my nose. Hold. Pushed it out through my mouth. "Don't tell me what I am, Turo. It pisses me off." I pushed myself back into his arms. Slid mine around his back.

It surpassed his former understanding of martial arts. The so-called Heaven and Earth Art was a breathing method. It was important for one to breathe in the fresh morning air. Air could be said to be Spiritual Energy. It was heaven and earth’s Spiritual Energy. Fresh air was most abundant in the morning. James began to breathe according to the Heaven and Earth Art’s breathing method. Swoosh. With the fresh air entering his body, heaven and earth’s energy also permeated his body. His body felt an indescribable comfort, and his bones cracked.

AZALEA’S POV “Keep breathing and focus on your breathing.” It’s breathing, something you do effortlessly every day, without even thinking twice about it – and yet it was apparently kicking my ass. Without getting this part right, I couldn’t get any other part right. “We’ve been at this for an hour,” I whined. My uncle chuckled. “If you don’t get your breathing right, your powers will not align with your core. It would be dangerous for you to use them without that balance.”