Amaimon didn't know what Vex was sensing, but certainly weren't the Genki. What other ghostly natures or spiritual energies out there touching the poor kid, Amaimon wouldn't know of. U_U....
Anywho, as the participators took position, closed their eyes, legs folded and their arms spread slightly to each their side, Amaimon pushed off the rock and walked amongst them. Of course unnoticed, now that his students were so absorbed into meditating, trying to uncover something that they truly didn't grasp yet. This was a hard task indeed, and they wouldn't possible by able to manage it without the help of Amaimon, he knew this.
Humming for himself, he extracted a belt of tiny vials from his sleeve. Each vial contained blood samples, from each of the current participators, gathered from ages past. Perhaps their first encounter? That must have been it. Biting his thumb followed by forming a special sequence of hand signs Amaimon finished by putting his palm against the surface.
Unlike any other summoning technique, the kanjis were replaced. An omni-directional burst of runic-and celtic carvings alike spread outwards intangling with one another creating a perfect line and circle beneath each member. With a fizzling sound, the runes scorched themselves a few centimeters into the ground whereafter they vanished completely from existence.
''Gisei, Satori, Nakama no.... Katsuryoku." Mumbling he opened one vial after another spilling it into the center of the scorch marks left behind, allowing them to flood out to their respective owners. Despite the small amount contained with the vials, the blood seemed endlessly as it's crimson red colour started to rush the chutes.
Once complete, Amaimon formed a lone hand sign ''Kai.'' and with that the blood turned to steam, and a small implusive wave emerged in its wake. A sudden bursts of life signs emerged, for each and every student, their senses had been unlocked, their 'third eye' came capable of percieving the Genki. Yet, should they open their eyes, all they would see was Amidamaru, Amaimon's guardian spirit. A small sphere with a blue hue carrying a sword by its side, of the size of a toothstick.
Amaimon eyed each and all of you, expecting a reaction.