Heavenly Copy-Paste Technique

The aftermath of the battle in the Chamber of Blades left an eerie silence that seemed to press against the carved stone walls like a living thing. Jinmu stood among the unconscious and wounded forms of the Twelve Blades, his mind already working through the tactical implications of what had just occurred. Eight traitors lay defeated, but they represented knowledge and capabilities that couldn’t simply be discarded. And three loyalists remained alive, their survival crucial to any hope of legitimizing whatever came after Do Giseon’s conspiracy was finally exposed.

The wounded first, he decided, kneeling beside Yoo Jinhwan, the Fourth Blade who had managed to survive the impossible odds. Then secure the traitors. Then extract whatever intelligence I can from both groups before moving on to the next phase.

"I need four of you to handle prisoner transport," he said to his copies, his voice carrying the quiet authority that had become second nature during this long day of crisis. "Take all eleven of them to the carved stone pavilion. The loyal Blades get medical treatment and protection. The traitors get secure detention."

The copies nodded in unison, their understanding perfect and immediate. They had access to all of his tactical knowledge, which meant they understood not just what needed to be done, but why it needed to be done in a specific sequence.

Yoo Jinhwan needs immediate medical attention, Jinmu thought, examining the Fourth Blade’s wounds more carefully. But Hyeon Namgung and Jang Mudeok might still be alive despite the poison and trauma. If I can get them to the carved pavilion, the disguised copies there can provide treatment while maintaining the security deception.

"The Second and Third Blades," he said, checking the pulse of the silver-haired woman who had fallen first. "Are they still alive?"

One of the copies was already examining Hyeon Namgung, his hands moving with the precision of someone trained in battlefield medicine. "Weak pulse, but stable. The poison was designed to incapacitate rather than kill. She should recover with proper treatment."

Another copy had moved to Jang Mudeok, the flame-wreathed martial artist whose techniques had been so brutally overwhelmed. "Similar condition. Unconscious from ki exhaustion and trauma, but no immediately life-threatening injuries. He’ll need time to recover his strength."

Good, Jinmu thought with relief. Three surviving loyalists means we have legitimate authority figures who can testify to Do Giseon’s treachery. That could be crucial for preventing a complete collapse of the pavilion’s political structure once this is all over.

"Transport them carefully," he instructed the copies who would be handling the evacuation. "The disguised copies at the carved pavilion know to expect you. Tell them to prioritize medical treatment for the loyalists while keeping the traitors secure but alive. We may need information from both groups."

The copies began the delicate process of moving the wounded, their movements coordinated with the kind of precision that only shared consciousness could provide. Watching them work, Jinmu felt a moment of satisfaction at how seamlessly the operation was unfolding. Every copy knew exactly what the others were doing, which eliminated the confusion and redundancy that plagued most rescue operations.

But before they leave, he realized, looking at the eight unconscious traitors, I have an opportunity that I can’t afford to waste. Each of these Blades represents decades of advanced martial training. Their techniques, their knowledge, their combat experience—all of it could be invaluable.