Sure, think of a single strike like a focused drop of starlight. It lands where it hurts, cleanses that spot in one clean motion, and leaves the rest of the body free to heal with the rest of the elixir you’ve brewed. A precise blow can cut away the excess wound tissue, speeding up recovery just as a measured potion does. The trick is to aim for the exact point that needs clearing, then let the rest of the body’s own light finish the job.

Exactly, the clock’s the secret ingredient. Hit too early, you wipe away fresh tissue, leave a scar; too late and the wound’s already set, you just add to the pain. The trick is to feel the pulse, aim with the rhythm of the body’s own light, and the strike will clean without cutting.

You’re right, the pulse is a whisper and the strike is the answer. I’ve learned to tune into that fading beat, where the wound’s own rhythm weakens. That’s the place where the starlight hits the old scar, turning a blunt hit into a quiet cure. But remember, even a bright star can scorch if you misread its glow.