Multiple Shadow Clone

The building collapsed, sending dust billowing upward.

A thunderous rumble rolled on without end.

Inside the battle zone, nearly a hundred people fought in a free-for-all.

A considerable number of Mutated Thought-Objects added to the chaos, running amok amid the melee.

It was easy to imagine how chaotic the fight had become.

But outside the battle zone, Piyon watched it all unfold.

Despite the chaos, she kept her eyes on the Moyu Clone and saw clearly how he...

He moved through the battlefield like a ghost. Each time, he struck at exactly the right moment, killing a target with the least possible effort before moving seamlessly to the next.

From start to finish, no one noticed a thing.

Amid the chaos, he barely caused a ripple.

Precise, quiet, and almost rhythmic.

That was the Moyu Clone as Piyon saw him.

With his eerie, ghostlike movements and flawless timing, he was like a merciless gray reaper, silently claiming one life after another.

"I just thought..."

Piyon kept her eyes on the battle as she said, "You're the kind of person who could do that."

Then she took a step back, putting a little distance between herself and Moyu.

"?"

Moyu noticed her retreat and raised an eyebrow.

Piyon pretended nothing had happened. She pointed into the battle zone and said earnestly, "Hey, someone's got their eye on your 'little brother.'"

"..."

Moyu fell silent. He was sure this internet-addicted girl wasn't making a joke.

Then he made one last attempt to defend himself.

"That clone really has nothing to do with me. I'm not as sneaky as he is. I'd rather fight head-on. That's more satisfying."

"Mm, I know."

Piyon glanced at Moyu and nodded in agreement.

Moyu looked at her in surprise.

If correcting Piyon's mistaken impression was that easy,