Episode 39: Clone Sync – Dual Sensory Training
The sound of rubber soles scraping against the sparring mat echoed with crisp clarity inside the high-ceilinged training hall. Clone Number Two’s arms were already raised to his sides, a subtle bounce in his heels betraying the rhythm of anticipation coursing through his entire posture. His sparring partner was no joke—an older martial artist with a thick jawline, streaks of silver in his eyebrows, and a sharp gaze that moved like a hawk zeroing in on prey. Muscles coiled under his sleeves as he stepped forward with deadly patience, his staff low and tilted, ready to strike.
anwhile, across the facility, through a reinforced corridor lined with bulletproof glass and steel acoustic foam, Clone Number One stood beneath the harsh overheads of the Agency’s advanced shooting range. The lights had shifted to orange as the instructor pressed a handheld controller. With a chanical hiss, a small aerial drone launched into the air, releasing a thin white disc that zipped across the field with terrifying speed—an airborne target that twisted mid-flight like a feather caught in a storm.
Clone One barely flinched. His arm moved like a whisper of thought. The sleek matte-black handgun jerked once. A single sharp report cracked through the air. The disc exploded mid-spin. Dust and fragnts rained down like digital snow. He didn’t even watch it fall. The pistol was already back at his side, held loose like a freefire cowboy waiting for the next challenge.
The silence afterward was thick. The instructor blinked. One of the range assistants actually dropped his clipboard.
Clone Two didn’t react. Clone One didn’t smirk. They simply stood at ease, eyes forward, waiting for the next command. Just like they were programd to. Or rather—trained to.
[Scene Shift – Observation Lounge]
Inside the glass lounge that overlooked both training wings, Han Jin-woo (한진우) leaned against the ledge, eyes squinting down through the polarized glass. His can of soda had long gone warm in his palm, untouched. Beside him, Kim Do-hyun (김도현) watched the exact sa thing, but his stare held a different weight—not surprise, not pride, but curiosity, like he was learning sothing about himself through their movent.
"They’re sharp," Han muttered finally, tapping the can with a lazy finger. "Almost too sharp. What the hell are they made of, really? But you still haven’t told ... why a Familiar Skill? Why would you waste a rare class slot on that? I an, shared vision with those walking troublemakers? That’s it?"
Do-hyun didn’t speak right away. He folded his arms, letting his eyes drift between the two training sessions as if syncing his thoughts with their motions. He waited for Han’s words to settle into the air like dust before finally responding.
"It’s not just vision," he said softly. "It’s all five senses. Vision, yes, but also sound, touch, sll, pain, muscle fatigue. Everything they feel, I feel."
Han turned to face him, eyes narrowing. "Wait. All of it? Like... every damn signal their brain gets, you get it too?"
Do-hyun nodded, slowly now, as if each movent of his head was synced with so greater chanism just now spinning to life. He stepped away from the window.
"Now," he began, and as he spoke, the world began to shift.
[Scene Transition – Flash Forward Overlay Begins]
Do-hyun was still explaining his logic, still standing beside Han in that quiet room. But as his voice stretched forward, ti jumped ahead. Sowhere in another mont, in another version of the sa hour, the Familiar Skill activated.
Do-hyun’s eyes glowed faintly for the briefest mont—pupils dilating as his consciousness synchronized with his two clones in perfect clarity.
The weight of Clone Two’s stance suddenly beca his own. His shoulders adjusted to the defensive posture Number Two had taken in response to the old fighter’s staff advancing low and wide. A shiver passed up Do-hyun’s arms as the sharp whoosh of the staff sliced past the clone’s ribs, felt through the air pressure alone, grazing him by less than a hair’s width.
At the sa ti, a second sensation—one belonging to Clone One—washed over him.
The heat of the gun barrel against his palm. The tightness of the trigger just before the shot fired. The faint punch of recoil biting into the wrist, transferred up through elbow to shoulder. The distant sll of burning powder. The ringing of the shot echoing slightly too long. The balance correction in his knees as the gun lowered naturally back to firing stance. All of it entered Do-hyun’s brain like a second mory—but sharper. More vivid. More real than any practice he’d ever done on his own.
[Back to Han Jin-woo, listening]
"I’m not just watching them," Do-hyun continued. "I’m experiencing them."
Han’s expression had gone still. He didn’t interrupt this ti.
"If I can feel how Number One adjusts his breathing before a shot... I can do it. If I can feel how Number Two rotates his hip to dodge a horizontal strike without overcommitting... then I’ll know how to do that, too. The difference is that they learn it the hard way—and I get to absorb the knowledge without bruises."
Han blinked slowly. "That’s... actually genius."
"It’s more than genius," Do-hyun said, his voice colder now, more focused. "It’s evolution. I’ve been inside both their bodies today. I felt the sll of sweat and oil in the gun range. I felt the force of that spinning staff nearly hit my throat. Their fatigue? It cos to too. And the most important part... these are my clones. Sa muscles. Sa height. Sa bones. No guesswork. The way they move can be directly applied to my own body without any wasted translation."
[Scene Shift – Internal Perspective of Do-hyun, Inside Clone Two’s Combat]
The staff whirled forward again. Clone Two dropped low, shifting his balance to one leg. The entire movent transferred into Do-hyun’s muscles as if he was doing it himself. The spring-loaded weight transfer in the ankle, the tensed quadriceps, the twisting oblique that powered the ducking motion—it was all his now. A textbook-perfect dodge, better than any manual could ever teach.
He saw through the clone’s eyes as the staff ca around again for a downward strike. The clone didn’t flinch. He stepped inside the radius, closing space, neutralizing the strike with positioning. Not brute force. Just perfect timing and control.
Back in his own mind, Do-hyun could feel the aftershocks in his calves and knees. He could taste the sweat in the clone’s mouth. He could feel the rapid heartbeat calming after each exchange.
[Scene Shift – Inside Clone One at the Firing Stall]
There was another disc in the air. Another rotation. Another opportunity.
Do-hyun felt the clone’s arm rise again, this ti a fraction faster, elbow alignnt cleaner. He could see where the last shot missed by three centiters and feel the pressure of the next squeeze. His breathing synced with the clone’s. Inhale, slow exhale, tighten grip, ease forward.
Bang.
The disc shattered again. Not a flicker of excitent in the clone’s face. Just smooth transition to reload.
[Overlay Ends – Return to Lounge]
Do-hyun blinked once, slowly coming back into his body. He lifted one hand before him, turning the palm toward the light. Flexed the fingers. Observed the motion like soone seeing their body differently for the first ti.
"I can already feel it," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "The improvent. Like it’s flowing back into in real-ti."
A soft chi rang in his head.
[System Notification: Your Strength has increased by 1]
[Reaction Speed has increased by 2]
Han stared at him with widened eyes.
"Wait. You’re telling you just—leveled up stats from experiencing a spar through your clone?"
Do-hyun smiled.
"Today’s not about victory or missions," he said. "It’s about training. Combat for Number Two. Shooting for Number One. And for ? It’s about learning what they learn, faster than anyone else alive."
Outside the window, both clones were still moving. Still dodging. Still firing.
And Do-hyun could feel all of it.
He stepped away from the lounge window, cracking his knuckles, joints popping faintly.
His plan was working.
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Author’s Note:
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