Everyone participating in the morning practice at the village sqare would wait their turn to walk up to the sleepy-looking martial artist and get punched in the stomach after telling him their roughly estimated mastery of the law of Taurus and whether or not they dabbled in law or Aries.
The punched people would return to their spots and sit down cross-legged, contemplating the energy that passed through their bodies.
That was supposed to go for an hour and then would be followed by physical training before everyone went off to their duties.
In Zoemi's opinion, it was a rather crude method – the getting punched part, that is – especially since he himself began to be able to channel the spiritual energy within his body and was quite sure it was possible to pass it to another person without actually attacking them. Still, no one from the crowd of people seemed to find it troublesome.
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