Tanjiro Sun Breathing Novels & Stories

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

Maybe morning. It really doesn’t matter. My head is spinning and I walk out to the patio that over looks a tree line lit by the moon and just look for gravity in any space that I can find it. The cold air is sobering. Chilling my skin and hardening my nipples to remind them what it’s like to not be caged in by the restraints of clothing that binds the females anatomy. I take a deep breath in, forcing out my exhale as fast as possible. A meditation technique to help center me. Deep natural breath in, forced fast breath out. Also known as Fire Breathing.

The mountain seemed to hold its breath. “Rowan” Azeriel said with a rough gasp. “What are you doing” She moved closer until her forehead almost touched his. “Breathing with you. So breathe with me.” He shook as if fighting something inside him. “I cannot match you. The rhythm is broken.” “Then let me match yours.”

Control the current, Baraka mentally commanded himself, closing his eyes. He didn't pull on the Star-Code’s volatile, explosive power. He relied on the foundational breathing techniques of martial arts—Ibuki breathing. He inhaled sharply through his nose, drawing oxygen deep into his diaphragm, and exhaled with a short, controlled hiss. He visualized the faint, baseline violet energy in his blood not as a fire, but as a gentle, soothing stream, directing it explicitly to the damaged nerve endings in his legs. His boot lifted two inches off the stone floor.

He couldn't just stand by and let Melody be taken advantage of by someone like Trent. But that would be the last time. Tonight, he would make everything clear to Sylvia. He would even move out of the house if necessary. "I'm about to attain complete mastery of the transcendent realm. Now that I've achieved a state of inner fulfillment, it's a lot easier for me to surpass the thresholds that once felt impossible to break through." Using the Cosmic Breathing Technique, which he'd practiced since he was a kid, he took deep, calculated breaths to hone the inner energy within his body.

“Breathe with me, okay? Just focus on me. In and out. You’re safe. I’m right here.” I tried to concentrate on his words, but it felt like I was trapped in my own head, my thoughts spiraling out of control. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I struggled to match his breathing. He pressed his forehead against mine, his thumbs brushing away my tears. “You’re okay,” he whispered, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve got you. Just breathe. Slow, like this.” I focused on the warmth of his hands, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and slowly, gradually, I felt the tightness in my chest ease. I matched his breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. My trembling lessened, and my heart s

His palms were warm and grounding. “Breathe,” he said softly. “You need to breathe, Ash.” I tried, but my lungs locked. “I can’t.” I gasped. He moved closer and gently pressed his forehead against mine. His voice dropped even lower, steadily, trying to anchor me. "Yes, you can.” He whispered. “Take a breath with me. In through your nose. Just once.” He inhaled slowly, waiting until I mirrored him. “Good,” he whispered. “Now out.”

Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus. "Hey, mio tesoro," I murmured, getting Aryana's attention again. "I need you to do me a favor. Can you follow my breathing, okay?" I asked with my tone low and soothing to Aryana's ears, like a lullaby. "You're doing so well, il mio bel tesoro. I'm here. It is okay."

'This should be the best that I can hope for with my current experience.' Sara thought, analyzing the "Breath" in her sea of consciousness. 'Let's try to forge with this.' Another bone of Sun tiger appeared in her hand. Lucinda carefully manipulated a small part of the "Breath" in her mental sphere and slowly inserted it in the bone. It immediately started cracking, the piece of the beast was opposing that foreign substance. However, Lucinda controlled the "Breath" to force the item to stay still, using her mental energy and "Breath" in the dantian to envelop the bone.