Time seemed to slip away as Kyoji poured his focus into his work. Two weeks had vanished like smoke. For fourteen days and nights, he secluded himself in his room, tirelessly experimenting with the potential of his unique talent. But despite his efforts, the true nature of his talent, [Time], remained an enigma.
Two weeks was a significant period to dedicate to exploration, highlighting the complexity of his task. He attempted to peer into the veiled corridors of the future, to manipulate time's flow, even if just for a fleeting moment. He explored every avenue his mind could conjure that even remotely connected to [Time], but his efforts proved futile.
While others might find this lack of progress discouraging, Kyoji remained unfazed. Having spent a decade of his previous life engrossed in a single, unwavering experiment, this was merely a minor hurdle. Patience, he knew, was the most potent tool in an experimenter's arsenal.
