Hoshiro could not sleep for the next night. He laid on his bed, thinking of all the things that happened since he came to Sorhalon. He turned to his side and listened to some music from his phone. The music was soothing, but Hoshiro was troubled at heart.
If my clone were to best me, then I would have failed all those who put their trust into me.
Thought Hoshiro. He sighed, then he turned to the other side of the bed.
He desperately wanted to conjure something strong with his mental animation ability. He had a huge advantage over the clone as the real Hoshiro can just summon units, while the clone had to draw them and animate them with his blood.
Hoshiro turned, then looked at the ceiling and wondered what is it all for. Day in and day out, practice, level up, routine training……. What was the use of it all if one can just die on the battlefield.