"Mu Yue-sensei, I think I can feel a slight swelling in my abdomen. Could it be that my posture has become perfectly standard, and the airflow is circulating through the meridians and acupoints inside?" Obito asked excitedly.
"I think you just ate too much for dinner." Mu Yue took one look and noticed that Obito's posture had gone wrong again as he gradually settled into his breathing, so that was his answer.
"Uh, I guess I did eat a little too much." Obito's face reddened slightly. He touched his faintly bulging belly and gave an awkward smile.
Hearing that absurd exchange, Shisui could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing, throwing his breathing rhythm into disarray.
"You need to guide the air you inhale into your body, rather than letting that air affect your posture." Mu Yue personally corrected Obito's posture as he spoke.
"Shisui has done quite well in that regard." Mu Yue pointed at Shisui, who had recovered and resumed his posture.
Overall, Shisui's progress was slower than Obito's, but he was advancing faster than Obito in this part of the training.
"How about you tie me up and keep me fixed in place, Mu Yue-sensei? Wouldn't that let me guide the air I inhale much better?" A flash of inspiration struck Obito, and he came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea.
Each strengthening movement in the Breathing Technique was harder than the last. Not only did the airflow interfere, but holding those difficult postures for too long also exhausted the body.
For a moment, Mu Yue could not tell whether Obito was simply desperate to improve or had awakened some strange fetish. He actually wanted to be physically restrained.
Mu Yue had considered this method as well. Whether physical restraint would be