Why Can't Genya Use Breathing Techniques Novels & Stories

“Rosalee, try to breathe with me, okay?” I shake my head violently, my hands gripping the fabric of my shirt as if that will somehow help me pull in air. My lungs feel like they’re collapsing. “Big breath in,” Jensen instructs, his voice calm but unwavering. He takes a deep inhale, exaggerating the movement so I can see. “And out.” I try, but my body refuses to listen. “Again,” he coaxes. “In… and out.” I shake my head again, panic still gripping me like a vice. I can’t do it. I can’t breathe.

Every victory, even if it was just a successful move, was a conquest that strengthened our confidence. “Can you see your flaws?” Jordan said when sweat dripped through my fur. My breathing was at its limit and my chest moved irregularly. “You need to learn to breathe so you last longer in a fight. Exhaustion comes from lack of oxygen to the muscles.” I looked at Elowen, who was as breathless as I was. “We’ll work on your cardio until breathing correctly becomes natural.” “Is there more for today?” I asked, horrified, while he laughed at my desperate expression.

So the only thing that could make me push myself to finish those training is none other than my willpower. However, since this is a gravity field cast by magic— it's ineffective against me, but not for the surrounding air and the Black Sword. The difference in atmospheric pressure and my body is giving me a hard time. I had to breathe in normal air by sticking my head out from the gravity field and holding my breath. Preparing myself in a good posture, I placed my hands onto the hilt of the Black Sword. Nothing happened so far. "(Mpmh…!)" What the… this is really heavy.

He crouched, then pulled out a gun from her pocket. "Tsk… A gun especially made against martial arts warriors. Even a True Warrior won't have an easy time if he takes this point blank, right? This is the culmination of Country A's genetic research. The power it possesses is no weaker than the so-called martial arts lethal weapons from your country. "Oh, you want to kill me using this? I'm so scared! What should we do if we're afraid? We should, of course, face our fear directly in the eye…" Shingen immediately broke Yvonne's wrist by exerting his weight on his foot.

“Hmm…” “Hmm...” Genesis mumbled into my mouth, while hitting her hand on my shoulder. At first, I was too deep to understand what she was saying or doing but when she continued to hit at me, I suddenly realized and pulled away. she gasped immediately for breath and started to take in a lot of oxygen. Only then did I realize that she was running out of breath.

I tried to take deep breaths over and over again, many times, but I couldn't get any air. My heart rate is increasing. I can not breathe! "Yena?" Kudo said and I heard him move restlessly around the room. “Enough here, Agent Kudo. I'll talk to your superiors." David reached over and tried to help me up. I don't like his hands touching me. I can not breathe! He is suffocating me. I need to think. I need to breathe. "Shut up! All shut up!” Kudo and David were speechless, I ignored them as I placed my hands on the table in front of me and tried to catch my breath.

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.

His breathing became raspy, and it sounded as if there was fluid somehow trapped in his throat, trying to escape. Genève wordlessly willed him to cough. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand, noticing that his skin had grown cold to the touch and his face had grown disturbingly pale. With a smile, she stared him in the eyes and only half-joked, “Does my gallant knight need to stop and rest?” He looked at her. Unable to hide his fear, he simply nodded. His legs buckled, and he hit the ground. Within seconds, Genève noticed his chest was sinking in, and his ribs protruded a little more as he struggled to breathe.

I watched Aryana try her best to follow my chest movements, trying to get into the same rhythm she felt underneath her palm. However, the air still seemed to be made of water, invading her throat and lungs because she ended up coughing violently as she attempted to slow her panicked breaths, choking on every strangled gasp.

Even though only several seconds had passed, she could already see the flaws of Ye Zhihao’s cultivation. As she said mentioned earlier, breathing in itself was a form of cultivation, and from what she could see, this so-called Basic Meditation Technique was nothing more but an enhanced version of breathing, where a person takes in turbid air through their nose, isolates a miniscule amount of qi contained in it and uses it to refine the body before releasing the air through their mouth. It was only slightly better than a human’s inborn ability to breathe, but it was basically the tackiest most inefficient technique she had ever seen.