The morning dawned cold and crisp in the Mongolian village, a soft mist hanging low over the fields, slowly dispersing as the first rays of the sun broke through the horizon.
Seung, his face set in a neutral expression, led his three clones into the woods. Each step he took was accompanied by the crunch of dry leaves underfoot, the sound echoing in the quiet forest. Despite the serene surroundings, his mind was far from at ease.
The clones followed closely behind, their faces mirroring Seung's stoic demeanor. Yet, beneath the surface, Seung's thoughts churned with uncertainty.
'If they don't change...' The thought lingered, bringing with it a wave of frustration. 'Will I stop using them? Or just let them become whatever they're destined to be?'
He sighed lightly, the weight of the decision pressing on him.
As they walked deeper into the woods, First broke the silence. "Master, why are we here so early?"