Eastern action-comedy style, 15 seconds, one continuous take. Inside a simple wooden padepokan (traditional martial arts hall) in West Java with a strong Javanese mysticism (kejawen) atmosphere, an elderly inner-power master stands calmly at the center, wearing traditional black attire. His expression is humble and composed, as if he’s only about to demonstrate a light breathing technique. Four students step forward one by one with curiosity. The first student approaches—the master gently taps his shoulder with a single finger, and suddenly the student is blasted backward, rolling across the floor. The second student steps in; with a light touch on the wrist, he spins dramatically through the air and crashes to the side. The third student braces himself, but a soft tap on the forehead sends him flying far, sliding across the floor. The fourth student walks in confidently, yet with the slightest touch, he is thrown backward in an exaggerated arc, flipping past the wooden props of the hall. Each time it happens, the master pulls his hand back with mild surprise and slight embarrassment, as if he didn’t expect such powerful results. The camera shifts quickly between wide and medium shots, capturing fluid yet exaggerated action. The entire hall falls into stunned silence, everyone frozen in disbelief.