The real Hoshiro was disturbed. He awoke in the night, waking from a dream where he ruled with cruelty and power. None dared to oppose him.
He sat up and shed a tear. The stub of his arm tingled and he went to massage it.
“God damn. The clone is going to be the death of me.” Said Hoshiro.
He cringed at the thought of being a tyrant. But waved the thought away as it was not his character. He was afraid that if the clone Hoshiro became the ruler of the world that his dream would become real.
“Not on my watch.” Vowed Hoshiro.
He got up and went to get some water.
It was late at night, but he couldn’t go back to sleep.
He turned to his phone and laid on his bed. He checked out youtube videoes of tactics of war, but after a couple of hours, he felt tired and fell asleep.
The next day came, but he was still troubled.
Wondering how he would defeat the army of his clone, he thought long and hard.
“What if….. “ Said Hoshiro.