On the wooden sailboat, Kyosuke leisurely ate grilled fish.
One Shadow Clone beside him was responsible for fishing, while the other handled the grilling. They had a very clear division of labor.
It was no wonder Kyosuke's Shadow Clone Jutsu had improved so quickly in just one year.
"Bastard, be careful not to get a fish bone stuck in your throat," the fishing Kyosuke complained.
As a clone, he couldn't enjoy the grilled fish. By the time he dispelled the jutsu and returned to the original, the fish would be long gone.
Anyone would have felt like complaining.
"Don't be so fierce." Kyosuke spat out a fish bone and chuckled. "Someone might see us and think I'm crazy, arguing with my own clone."
"Heh." The grilling Kyosuke sneered. "Don't give me that. If you've got the guts, let's switch places. You grill, and I eat."
"What difference would that make?"
"Hmph. It's like the difference between watching porn and doing it yourself. The memories afterward are pretty much the same, but the experience along the way is completely different, okay?"
"You're just a clone. Why so much damn chatter? If I tell you to work, you work. Keep it up, and I'll make you do overtime by yourself later."
At that, the grilling Kyosuke instantly bristled. "You little punk, you really think I can't deal with you?!"
As he spoke, he stepped beside the fire and looked ready to sit right on it.
"The clone's pain gets transmitted to the original. I'm throwing caution to the wind today—I'll roast your balls over the coals!"
"Don't, don't." The original Kyosuke backed down. He couldn't be sure the clone wouldn't go too far.
Dispelling him immediately wouldn't help, either. The memories would carry over to a new clone, so the situation wouldn't