he goes on for a good while; by the end of it, he's panting and sweating, though he clearly isn't fatigued, or even roughed up all that much. he wipes some blood off the side of his mouth (it's hard to tell if it's his own or that of the simulated thugs)...
and only then does he realize there's someone else with him. it's almost like a switch is flipped as his demeanor shifts to the much more familiar friendly, somewhat doofy ichiban. though... you know. still bloodied and standing over smashed up thugs. ]
Well, I think you're just kind of you no matter what timeline you're in. I'm not sure how much I'm like the one you know, though, so... you know, it might be better to think of us as different people.
[ but then tomorrow he will literally be that other version of himself, thanks au week ]