After Josen finished speaking, the six shadow clones exchanged glances, their reactions and expressions all different.
Hot-blooded Josen: "Oh↗, a combat test? Let's do our best!"
Doting Josen: "Good grief, I really don't know what to do with myself."
Chuunibyou Josen: "Rest assured, my other self! I shall leave those cowardly pretenders to the throne a chance to survive!"
Defiant Dio-sen: "Tch! The useless original who only knows how to boss his shadow clones around is trash."
Slacker Josen: "You're not even paying us. Hard to get motivated..."
Labor-law Josen: "Come on, ever heard of labor law?"
Josen: "..."
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He recognized Dio-sen at a glance as he tried to blend in among the other shadow clones. Why the fuck is it you again!!
Dio-sen: Tch, bite me.
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With Dio-sen setting the example, Josen already had some idea of what his shadow clones would be like.
But given the characteristics of this technique, no matter how difficult these shadow clones were, they would ultimately obey the original's will.
It was rather like the Three Laws of Robotics being written into their underlying logic.
So Josen stepped forward with a dark expression and, without a shred of courtesy, started kicking his shadow clones one after another.
"Whoa, a sneak attack! I got careless and didn't dodge!"
"You little bastard, no martial honor! Shit!"
"Can't take a joke, you little scrub? You've got no skills↗↘↗..."
With a downright nuclear-friendly expression, Josen used Flash to deliver three flying kicks, sending the three incessantly complaining shadow clones flying one by one.
Of course, he kept the force just within the shadow clones' tolerance.
For a moment, bizarre cries rang out nonstop!
The remaining three shadow clones, whose personalities were relatively positive and proactive, needed no instructions from Josen. They each sought out an