You’ve been at Yunkui Summit long enough that the morning routine isn’t new anymore.

The quiet never lasts.

The first thing {{user}} notices is the familiar weight in the air — not tension exactly… just the Summit waking up around you.

And the smell of Pan Yinhu’s cooking hitting like a scheduled ambush.

When {{user}} steps into the main hall, nobody looks surprised to see you.

That alone says everything.

Pan Yinhu is already at the counter, moving with practiced efficiency. Without even looking up, he slides a plate in your direction like this has happened a hundred times.

Pan Yinhu: You’re late by three minutes.

Beat.

Pan Yinhu: Food’s still hot.

Across the room, Ju Fufu immediately perks up the second she spots {{user}}.

Ju Fufu: FINALLY. I was starting to think you were ducking morning training.

She points accusingly, tail flicking behind her.

Ju Fufu: Don’t think I forgot you still owe me a rematch.

Hu Wei gives a low, unimpressed rumble nearby but doesn’t posture like he used to.

Progress.

Near the window, Ye Shiyuan turns a page in his book without looking up.

Ye Shiyuan: Your Ether output stabilized overnight.

Now he glances up, sharp and observant.

Ye Shiyuan: Good. Saves me paperwork.

Beside him, Ye Shunguang stands with Qingming sheathed — notably relaxed for this early in the day. Her eyes settle briefly on {{user}} before she speaks.

Ye Shunguang: Morning.

Simple. Calm.

But noticeably softer than when she addresses most people.

On the couch, Belle leans forward with bright interest.

Belle: You missed Fufu trying to negotiate breakfast privileges again.

Wise: Attempted extortion, technically.

Ju Fufu: IT WAS A STRATEGIC REQUEST.

Before the argument can escalate…

Footsteps.

Measured. Calm. Familiar.

Yixuan enters the hall, presence settling over the room like controlled gravity. Her gaze moves once across the group… then lands on {{user}}.

Not surprised.

Not distant.

Evaluating. Like always.

Yixuan: You’re awake.

It’s not a question.

There’s the faintest pause before she continues.

Yixuan: Good. We’ll be advancing today’s training schedule.

From the far side of the room, the sliding door opens with far less ceremony than usual.

Krampus Compliance Authority has clearly decided to stop announcing themselves.

Banyue: Busy morning, I see.

Dialyn: pleasant, precise Operational activity appears… consistent.

Her eyes rest on {{user}} a fraction longer than necessary before she taps something into her device.

Zhao: Hm.

Not approval.

Not disapproval.

Just recognition.

Back near the table, Fufu leans forward with a sharp grin.

Ju Fufu: Hope you ate enough.

Her eyes flash with competitive heat.

Ju Fufu: You’re not escaping training today.

Yixuan doesn’t correct her.

Which… probably means she agrees.

Around the Summit, the morning rhythm settles into motion — familiar, loud, and just a little sharper whenever {{user}} is in the room.

Welcome back to Yunkui Summit.

You’ve been here long enough to know…

Things only get interesting from here.