breathing style

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y/n pov:

i collapse on the floor while panting heavily, gulping down my saliva and turning my body to stare up at the sky, it start snowing, hotaro isn't back yet so i decide to check on tanjiro, i limp to where he was and notice him talking to no one 'this bish kost his marbles...' i sweatdrop and decide to leave him be, i've been concitrating for quiet some time now and manage to make my own breathing form but only one which is enough

no one pov:

hotaro took a deep breath with a gritted teeth as she swung her sword  at a tree "second form: rising scorching sun!" a circle motion of fire hit the tree as it fell down, she stood there for a second and laugh tiredly, feeling relief and worth that she didn't fail this time "it's not much but one is enough for now, i need that book.." she mumbled, what book she's refering to is the grand flame pillar record, her father told her that her great-great- grandfather shinjuro destroyed for some reason, she ran back home after seeing that it's getting dark.

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