The morning mist still clung to the grass when Ayan stood alone behind his house, an eager grin tugging at his lips. Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer had lit a fire in him — now it was his turn to reveal his hidden card.
With a slow, steady breath, he raised his right hand.
"Doppelganger Soul… awaken."
His shadow rippled unnaturally, and with a sound like a cloth tearing in the wind, a figure stepped out of it — an exact copy of Ayan. The copy grinned with the same sly expression, stretching its limbs like it had been cramped for years.
"Not bad, eh?" the real Ayan said proudly. "This is my first doppelganger."
He focused, and another shadow peeled away, forming a second identical figure. Then a third. Soon, four Ayans stood in a half-circle around the original, all moving in sync, smirking with the same confidence.
Right now, with his current spirit power, he could summon up to seven doppelgangers — each one solid, capable of fighting, carrying weapons, and even performing basic spirit skills. They weren't as strong as the real him, but together they could overwhelm most opponents with sheer numbers.
Features of the Doppelganger Soul:
Perfect Appearance Copy: Each clone looked, sounded, and moved exactly like Ayan.
Shared Senses: Ayan could see and hear through his clones' eyes and ears.
Independent Actions: Clones could move and fight on their own for short periods before vanishing.
Deception: Enemies couldn't tell which one was real without direct hits.
Current Limit: 7 clones at once, each with around 60% of his strength.
Ayan chuckled, the sound echoed by his copies.
"Seven Ayans… seven times the charm. Imagine the trouble I can cause now."
From the trees nearby, Tang San's voice came dryly: "Or seven times the headache."
Ayan just grinned wider. "Brother, you haven't seen anything yet."