The silence that followed Hanamaru's observation was heavy enough to sink a ship. Everyone turned their heads in slow motion toward the wall clock.
3:30 AM.
The realization hit them like a cold splash of seawater. They had been so caught up in the drama, the magic, the "Panda" revelations, and the high-energy roasting of Umi's "Love Arrow Shoot" that they had completely forgotten they were sitting in a dining hall in the middle of the night, dressed in pajamas and yukatas, eating a full-course breakfast.
Chika blinked, her chopstick halfway to her mouth. "Wait... she's right. It's... it's basically the middle of the night, zura."
As the girls froze, their existential clocks finally catching up to them, Agung didn't miss a beat. He shoveled a large portion of rice and miso-glazed potato into his mouth, chewing with the desperate intensity of a man who hadn't seen a carb in forty-eight hours.
"Dia-chan," Agung mumbled through a mouthful of food, waving a hand dismissively toward the stunned student council president. "Give me a second. Just... one second of peace."
He swallowed hard and let out a long, shaky breath, leaning back in his chair while still clutching his bowl like a lifeline.
"You guys have to understand," he said, his voice dropping into a tone of pure, exhausted survival. "I haven't had a proper meal since yesterday afternoon in my old world. Think about my 'schedule' for the last twenty-four hours."
He began ticking off the chaotic events on his fingers.
"I got **teleported** out of nowhere into the middle of Tokyo. I landed right in front of the Kanda Shrine, confused and smelling like street dust. Then, I immediately got **encircled and interrogated** by the legendary \mu's until the sun went down. My brain was still trying to figure out why the skyline changed while Eli was asking me about my life choices!"
He took a frantic sip of tea.
"Then I'm dragged to **Odaiba**, where I'm forced into a confrontation on a rooftop and **almost killed by Ayumu**! Seriously, I saw the 'Yandere' light in her eyes! I had to manifest a tactical retreat just to keep my skin intact!"
He gestured to the steam rising from the table.
"And then I ran all the way here to Numazu. So, yes, it's 3:30 in the morning. Yes, we are eating breakfast in the dead of night. But as a man who was a street sweeper yesterday and a 'Deadbeat' suspect today, I am claiming **Reincarnation Hunger**. I don't care if the sun isn't up—this Panda is running on fumes!"
Dia, who had been about to deliver a lecture on the proper scheduling of meals and the importance of a healthy sleep cycle, slowly closed her mouth. She looked at the dark circles under Agung's eyes—the genuine exhaustion that even "infinite stamina" couldn't quite mask.
"I... I suppose a 'reincarnation exception' can be made for one night," Dia sighed, finally picking up her own chopsticks. "But only because the miso soup is actually quite excellent."
"It's a midnight feast!" Chika cheered, her energy bouncing back instantly. "The 'Panda's First Midnight Miso Festival'!"
"Eat up, everyone," Kanata said, her eyes drooping but her hand firmly gripping her new credit card. "If we're going to handle fourteen kids tomorrow... we're going to need the calories."