The room went from "international crisis" to "supernatural slapstick" in the blink of an eye.
Dia had just stepped forward, her hands poised for the most disciplined lecture in the history of the Kurosawa bloodline, when a plush, white pillow materialized out of thin air with a soft *poof*. It didn't just fall; it flew with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile, smack into the center of Dia's face.
*Thump.*
Dia stood frozen, the pillow falling limply to the tatami mats. The rest of the girls stared, their jaws dropping. They looked at the floor, then at the pillow, then at Agung—who was still clearly clutching his *own* pillow under the covers.
"Did he just... create a projectile?" Nico whispered, poking the new pillow with her toe to see if it was real.
Nozomi was the first to break the stunned silence. She didn't look angry; she looked fascinated, her fingers dancing over a tarot card she had pulled from her sleeve. She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with that mischievous, spiritual energy.
"Hold on, let's review the 'Package' he mentioned on the rooftop," Nozomi said, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. "He said he was sent here by a 'brat operator' with a very specific starter kit, didn't he?"
She began ticking them off on her fingers as the girls crowded closer, momentarily forgetting their rage in favor of the sheer absurdity of the situation.
"One: **Creation Magic**," Nozomi counted, gesturing to the pillow that had just assaulted Dia. "Clearly, it works even when he's being a lazy panda."
"Two: **A non-lessening balance of one quadrillion USD**," she continued, making Maki's eyes widen slightly at the sheer economic impossibility of such a number.
"And Three..." Nozomi paused, a dangerous, playful smirk tugging at her lips as she looked at the lump under the blankets. "The bonus: **Infinite Stamina**."
"He's using magic to avoid a lecture!" Dia finally exploded, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she brushed a stray feather off her nose. "Agung! Get out from under those covers this instant! You can't just manifest household items to silence your wives!"
"Maybe he can manifest a bridge back to the right timeline," Riko muttered, though she looked like she wanted to touch the magical pillow just to see if it felt different.
Lanzhu stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest. "If he has a quadrillion dollars, then why is he staying in a standard room at a ryokan? He should have bought the whole mountain by now!"
The lump under the blankets shifted. A muffled, smug voice drifted out from the darkness of the futon.
"Because the Takami family has excellent hospitality," Agung's voice replied, followed by a soft, magical *ting*. Suddenly, a small, perfectly wrapped golden chocolate appeared on each of the seventeen girls' shoulders. "And because I'm trying to sleep. Take your 'bribe' and the number system stands. Umi is number one, tomorrow at 9 PM. Door is locked until then."
"He's bribing us with chocolate!" Chika cried out from the hallway, catching hers before it fell. "And it's... it's the really expensive Swiss kind!"
"Don't fall for it!" Umi barked, though she was looking at the chocolate on her shoulder with a conflicted expression. "We are here for a serious discussion about the children and the last thirteen years!"
"Thirteen years for you," the muffled voice yawned. "Yesterday for me. My brain is buffering. Please come back when the 'Panda' has finished his software update."