Why Can't Genya Use Breathing Techniques Novels & Stories

It never even happened! "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I scream. My fingers pinch her nose and I lean my head lower, still breathing in her. She's not breathing back out and screaming won't change that. "Please..." My voice breaks. My hands are pounding into her chest, not so hard to break a rib but hard enough to activate her heart. I gasp in air then lean my head lower. I'm doing this technique right. I laid her on the ground right..... and her body assumes the right posture.... A lump forces its way down my throat and I hurriedly gasp in air.... I'm breathing into her correctly too then why.... why isn't it working?!

In fact, he wouldn’t have left her behind even if she was a complete stranger. With the poison gas now slowly resembling a thickening, greenish poisonous fog, Gerald turned to look at the teary-eyed Yume—whose face was already flushed by this point—before saying, “…Since you haven’t used it yet, I’m assuming you’re not familiar with the breath-holding technique?” After watching her nod slowly, Gerald then added, “I apologize in advance then. Please don’t hold it against me. Understand that my primary objective is to get you out of this place alive!”

With a flick of wind from her fingertips, she knocked Shirley out. “Darling, when you say breathing technique, is it one that could train your organs?” Seeing how Zendaya was acting, Alex turned serious, asking if she knew something about this. Zendaya said, “From the memories of my awakening, I learned about something. This breathing technique surpasses many training techniques of the Holy Land. This technique doesn’t belong to this universe.” Alex was shocked. ‘If it didn’t belong to this universe, then what was this?’

Trying to put substance into organs that couldn't regulate them would help no one. She was more into the traditional way of healing that she had learnt from her mother than the orthodox way. Still, she started with the breath-inducing herbs that almost work like a life support machine. She placed this beneath Zaya's nose. Normally, this would automatically help stabilise anyone who was fast losing their breath. Zaya did not stir at all. She put a feather beneath Zaya's nose with prayers and hope in her heart, but she felt nothing at all. No sign of breathing.

My chest feels heavy, and this feeling makes breathing a chore for me. All of a sudden, his hands grab my head, and he puts his lips to mine and breathes down my mouth, only stopping to inhale and then do it again. This helps me start to breathe again, and when everything becomes steady again, he picks me up and moves me to his bed. "Gemma? Are you listening?" I nod weakly, still struggling to breathe even though it feels easier than before. "You're going to be fine. I think you have bled all of his venom out. Your wound has stopped bleeding..."

Lana’s POV “Focus your breathing with his,” Maeve instructed. “Slow yours down. Guide his rhythm. With that thread in your possession, you are in full control.” I inhaled deeply, feeling the thread expand with my breath. Then, I exhaled. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Gradually, his breathing began to follow mine; his chest rising and falling in even motions, and his life force felt a little stronger, though not by much.

"You okay?" "Dizzy," Yuna managed. "She needs air," Camille said, appearing at Yuna's other side. "Come on." Together, they helped Yuna out of the hall and into the empty corridor beyond. The moment they were out of sight, Yuna doubled over, gasping for air. "It's not working," she choked out. "Noah, it's not working. I can feel it burning." "The modified charm is fighting it," Noah said, his hand on her back. "You just need to adjust."

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.

Yuna complained, “How do I absorb it?” Fifi explained, “Try to imagine that you’re a fish and you’re breathing in liquid.” Yuna complained, “How am I supposed to know how to do that? I’m not a fish!” Fifi sighed, “Just do it.” Yuna imagined herself as a fish with gills. The ball of energy broke apart and gradually began to flow into her core.

Falling to the ground, gasping for air Although the transparent world allows Jessica to dodge many attacks, the physical strength here, the high-intensity movement, and the squeezing of the body's strength by the breathing method make Jessica's body stronger than other black steel operators. To put it bluntly, the physical burden, which is not very strong, is full.