The small light gold dust indicates the use of his arms band, as well as the package now in his left hand, sat in both for a second as he turns it in his hands, pulls on the zipper and pulls out ...a clock.

If one wants to call what they see, that. But he holds it out for Senku to take, the pointer currently settled between what looks like sports equipment and food.

"I tried for another clock." Obviously. "I don't know if it's gonna be any better than the other one, but you said you can track time, right?"

He sighs, doesn't even wait to admit: "I think it's gonna be a bust."