He wanted the class to consider the precepts and what more they might mean and what else they could explain or resolve. How could they be combined or broken down to apply to most aspects of one's life? It'd take years, but the smartest among them could figure out the universiality of Kori no Tate. But the next day, he'd test their physical capabilities to the max.

It started out with laps around the large building, outside, in the rain. During these laps, they'd have to drop to do ten push-ups and ten sit-ups and then continue running. They had to keep single-file for the sake of discipline and any who stepped out of line for any reason was punished with an extra lap and sets of push-ups and sit-ups. He'd have them jog inside for some jumping jacks and then back outside for more laps and sets. Their drinking water was the rain. For two hours they ran, sat, and flexed their way around the large building. He was one leading the line and notifying when to drop and perform the sets.

Once he pushed everyone the furthest he could, to the verge of vomiting, he rushed them inside to have them being sparring. The air was filled with heavy gasps and wheezing. He showed them defensive stances they'd have to keep for ten full minutes when their lungs were working to knock them over. His shihan walked through the students, analyzing and critiquing their instability or improper technique. An hour of standing passed of the students standing in the least comfortable of stances he had developed.

Though there was no rain within the building, they all remained just as wet. Some began to fall over, passed out, at the end of the hour. Dead asleep, neither the shihan nor Akimoto-sensei would bother their slumber. "Don't knock yourselves out, this isn't that hard!" some of them would shout. It was a tactic to hit their pride and make them push beyond their assumed limits. He was performing the same exercises while keeping a steady breath.

Another hour passed of moving stances. The students remaining were enough that each could be paired with an individual shihan that would perform strikes against these stances, intentionally trying to knock them down and even hurt them, only to make them return to the stance and continue to be beat. "Keep oneself centered," Akimoto-sensei would shout out to those remaining. They, too, began to stay down when they dropped. "Mind your body!" He was now being assaulted by one of his own shihan, but he remained stoic in his stances, unmoving and persistent. 

Grunts and short shouts began to sound as the remaining few had a mind stronger than their bodies. Only five in this class, it seemed. What was the Yukihiro House sending him? When the last one dropped, he waited until they all returned to consciousness so he could address them before sending them off. 

"Now take all these precepts and relate them to the exercise we performed today. That's going to be the warm-up from now on. You may leave," he said, departing them even though some of them still couldn't walk considering their legs were bruised and exhausted. Surprisingly, he was still sparring and exercising with his shihan, which would actually go late into the evening.