𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 - 𝒯. 𝓘𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝓍 𝓈𝑒𝒸!𝓂𝓊𝓉𝑒!𝓡𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Third-person point of view:

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In a club room where 4 people. To be more precise. three second years and one first year.

Among the four were none other than Yuji Itadori and (y/n) (l/n). 

(y/n) was watching the three do their little summoning thing or whatever it was called. They forgot what it was anyway. They had been more tired than usual and that did not go unnoticed by their pink-haired friend.

The reason? Well...

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Flashback

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In the household of (l/n), there was a (h/l), (h/c) personal training. Training for what? The answer was simple. Even if they lived by themselves now. They still practised their swordsmanship and forms.

Forms? So many questions. They were called Breathing techniques. It was passed down from generation to but stopped at their parents, parents. And for that, their clan was shamed. 

Their parents wanted to stop the shame, but it was mostly their father. He has been shamed his whole life for not being able to master any breathing techniques, so he made sure that his heir would. The rigorous training that nobody should even go through.

Even (y/n) couldn't master any of the breathing techniques that were made by their ancestors, but they did the unspeakable. They made their own breathing style.

Dream Breathing.

Now years later. They still did the training, but maybe less intense. sword swing, constant-total consideration breathing, and much more. But what took everything out of the poor (y/n) was performing the forms. 

It wasn't as bad as when they started, but it still drained them. 

When performing Dream Breathing. It makes the user or in this case (y/n), more tired. Drained out of energy more fastly.

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Flashback End

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