After completing all of that, he slowly bent down again and returned to the front of his own room where he sat on a stool, lit his dry pipe, and began to wait patiently. If the timeline hadn't gone awry, his past self would still be doing a sweep of the village at this time.
He would have to wait a few more hours before venturing inside the house to check for any special circumstances.
But with this unexpected twist of his own making, the course of events was bound to change; he had destroyed all traces that could arouse suspicion. Now there should be no more problems.
He mused to himself.
The clean hoe.
The human flesh in the big pot.
The eerie memorial photos in the house.
And that diary with the recorded information.
These should be all the crucial clues. Next, if all went well and his past self didn't come across these clues, he would start to doubt the Secret Realm's introduction as trying to mislead him, thus choosing to hold his ground until 12 hours had passed.
