[Tokuzō Jiro]

As he entered his office, Jiro felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, his body weary from the day's exertions. With a sense of gratitude, he sank into his chair, the plush cushions enveloping him in a cocoon of comfort.

With a flick of his wrist, Jiro activated the privacy seals on his office, ensuring that he would not be disturbed. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into a peaceful slumber before his shift at the hospital, the stresses of the day melting away with each passing moment.

In the quiet stillness of his office, Jiro's mind drifted into a world of dreams, where he was free to roam the vast expanse of his imagination without restraint. As he slept, he found himself surrounded by familiar faces and comforting memories, a reminder of the bonds that anchored him to the world outside his laboratory.

Hours passed in blissful silence, the only sound the gentle rhythm of Jiro's breathing as he slept. And when he finally awoke, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to face whatever challenges the day ahead might bring. Despite having completely new appendages and lost a considerable amount of blood, it was honestly just another day in Jiro's life.