With a thump, the clone climbed onto the bed. Wearing a sly smile, he wrapped Kintaro tightly in his arms from behind.
"Stop! You're not the old man!"
"Hiya!" Kintaro pushed with all his strength, but the other man did not budge an inch.
"How is that possible?!"
He pushed harder again, putting everything he had into it, but the man still did not react.
Instead, his embrace tightened.
"Ugh..."
"I told you to stop! Whoever you are, you're finished if you dare impersonate the old man!"
Constantly changing...
Kintaro grew flustered, his body twisting nonstop.
He warned sternly, "I'm telling the old man! Do you know who he is? He's someone you can't afford to offend!"
The clone ignored him.
Angrily, Kintaro drove his elbow backward!
Thud! A dull, heavy impact sounded behind him.
The blow landed squarely on the other man's chest.
Yet the man still did not react. He neither moved an inch nor made a sound, and his hands began to move.
"What?!"
Every inch of skin...
"What are you trying to do?!"
Every bit of flesh and bone...
"Keep your hands still! I'm warning you!"
Every patch...
He struck backward repeatedly with his elbow, producing a series of thuds.
Feet...
Kintaro was frightened. Choking back sobs, he said, "Please, stop doing that."
The other man still did not stop...
"Don't do this! I'll scream!" With his voice on the verge of tears, Kintaro desperately delivered his final ultimatum.
"Somebody..."
Before he could finish, fingers were shoved into his mouth, silencing him.
"Mmph?! Mmph, mmph..."
Kintaro's head buzzed, and his mind went blank. He did not know why the old man was doing this.
Perhaps this really was not the old man, but then who was he?
How could someone impersonate him so perfectly? What exactly