"Damn it..." Jiu Ming cursed under his breath, then continued staring morosely at the bookshelves around him. He rolled his neck. If that was the case, then!!
As he spoke, he pulled out a grand teacher's chair and a table. After piling the table high with snacks, he promptly plopped down in the chair and waved at the large number of Shadow Clones he had created. "I'll leave the rest to you!"
Calling that tone a request would be less accurate than calling it an order. In any case, the Shadow Clones all looked at Jiu Ming, lounging there in comfort, with agonized expressions. "Original... forget it, you're a clone too, but since your consciousness belongs to the original, we'll call you that for now. Anyway, show some restraint, Original. All those clones at the academy are exhausting enough already, right? And now you've made a whole bunch of us. Aren't you afraid of working yourself to death?"
The several dozen Shadow Clones all put on concerned expressions, as though they were truly thinking of Jiu Ming's welfare. Jiu Ming gave a cold laugh. Of course, he could see what they were really thinking. To put it bluntly, they just found this troublesome!
There were millions, perhaps tens of millions, of books stored here... finding what they actually needed among them was an enormous undertaking, to say nothing of searching like headless flies. That was even more troublesome!
"Well said, but completely meaningless. Hurry up and find them for me!!!!" Jiu Ming slammed his hand down on the table. "Every time I split you off to do something, you drag your feet forever. Enough already!"
"Tsk tsk, maybe look at what you're asking us to do." These Shadow Clones weren't afraid of Jiu Ming either. "If it were chopping people