The morning after was a quiet morning. The adrenaline from the battle had long since faded, leaving behind the familiar, satisfying ache of a body pushed to its limits. Kenjiro finished his grueling morning workout, his mind a quiet hum of satisfaction. He was stronger. He could feel it, a subtle but undeniable shift in the very fiber of his being. The timeline was holding, his plans were progressing, and for the first time since his abrupt return to the past, he felt a flicker of genuine, unadulterated control.