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Mei learned to feel the connection between her own lower belly—her dantian, old maps called it—and every movement of her limbs. On the surface, the "belly punch" was paradoxically soft: a quick palm, a focused exhale, a stance that dissolved into the toes. Underneath, it was strict as law: a reorientation of intent that redirected force rather than created it. Master Han taught her to listen to the sound a body made when surprised—not the cry, but the hitch of breath, the tiny gap in the ribcage where confidence leaks out.