The feeling of a shadow clone dying was, honestly, still quite unpleasant. But he felt like he could still tough it out.
After all, this thing hadn't been killed by a single slash—it had been taken out by the spatial severing of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
There hadn't been even the slightest bit of pain throughout the process; there had barely even been any fear.
Summoning Yuki Number Three again, Yuki Yuichi patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. "You did very well. From now on, you're Yuki Yuji."
As he spoke, Yuki Number Two, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes resentfully. "Didn't you say last time that I was Yuki Yuji?"
"Did I?" Yuki Yuichi choked up at once. His eyes then wandered. "Then you can be Yuki Yuzo."
As he spoke, Yuki Yuichi urged, "Hurry up and train!"
"No!" Yuki Yuzo retorted. "I'm Yuki Yuji!"
"Hurry up and train! If you won't train, there are plenty of shadow clones who will!"
Yuki Yuichi had turned into a ruthless capitalist, exploiting his own shadow clones.
"That's right, that's right. A guy like you isn't worthy of being Yuki Yuji. Just obediently be Yuki Yuzo." Yuki Yuji stood nearby with his hands on his hips, looking immensely proud.
Watching Yuki Yuichi interact with his shadow clones, the others all looked at him speechlessly.
Yuki Yuzo snorted. "Yuichi, you'll definitely regret this!"
"I'm the original, Yuzo!"
Yuki Yuichi snorted as well, then continued training.
Under his control, three shadow clones—no, two shadow clones—reluctantly began suicidal training with Yuki Yuji.
Yuki Yuichi himself was responsible for using the Shadow Clone Technique.
And so, a strange scene unfolded.
Yuki Yuichi sat cross-legged on the ground while three shadow clones repeatedly used the Flying Thunder God Technique. Either their