Chalk lines formed three distinct concentric stations across the subterranean training court beneath the garrison barracks.
In the center of the illuminated ring stood Hajin and his exact spiritual duplicate, facing each other with folded arms.
Aria floated between the chalk boundaries, her crystalline wings shedding soft starlight as she projected complex neural diagrams.
"The issue is not physical mana transfer," the divine fairy explained, tapping a glowing node in her floating projection.
"Your single clone possesses your complete sword technique, your physical parameters, and your tactical reflexes."
"Then why did the synchronization collapse during the second simulation?" he asked, scratching his chin in thoughtful contemplation.
"You attempted to steer its footwork manually while parrying simulated arrows yourself," she answered with a stern, analytical glare.
"A clone cannot operate as a remote-controlled puppet when split across two separate tactical hubs."
