Somewhere away from the first year's campus, two identical figures were clashing repeatedly in a flurry of afterimages, sparks and steel.
Clang!
Fwoooom!
Their swords met again sending a pressurized pocket of wind that fluttered both their clothes.
As you must have guessed, those figures were me. After lunch, I didn't go back to my dorm. Instead I went quite the distance away from the campus, and found a small clearing, to test my theory.
As I didn't want to make a reflection with 90 percent of my aether off the bat, I instead opted to make one with 50 percent.
The result? The reflection had the full one hundred percent of my stats, not to mention, he also had fifty percent of my aether.
All in all, the reflection was a perfect replica that could pass for me. To truly discernable eyes, my regular reflections wouldn't pass for me, because their strength was a laughable mimic of mine.
