It was early in the morning. Kyon chuckled gleefully, pleased with himself. His eyes were red from exhaustion. The amount of information he had received was astounding. Millions of scents and their nuances, poisons, perfumes, and medicine... Now he could determine the ingredients, their type and age, how long they'd been stored, to what extent they'd worn off, the method of their refining, and much, much more. In just ten hours, he'd obtained such knowledge that no perfumer or herbalist would ever get in their whole life, no matter what weed they'd sniff. It's all because the nose of an ordinary person has limited possibilities.
Kyon dozed off in the mall and arrived at the analytics department at eight in the morning. As soon as he took his place, he heard the expected footsteps of his eight colleagues.