Agung's voice cut through the aftermath of Umi's tirade like a shard of ice. The emotional storm that had just leveled the Nijigasaki girls didn't seem to shake him; instead, it seemed to solidify his exhaustion into a cold, pragmatic resolve.
He didn't look at Ayumu on the floor. He didn't look at Setsuna or Karin. He kept his eyes fixed on Umi, acknowledging her authority with a stiff, formal nod.
"Umi," Agung said, his voice flat, stripped entirely of the theatrical weight from moments before. "I'll leave Kanata to you. Out of everyone here, you're the only one who looks capable of keeping this roof from collapsing under the weight of its own drama."
Kanata's hand slipped off his sleeve, her fingers curling into an empty fist as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with a quiet, desperate panic. "Agung... wait..."
"I must take a train toward Numazu," Agung continued, completely ignoring Kanata's plea, fulfilling the brutal promise of indifference he had made just minutes earlier. "There are still a few people there I need to mend. As I think about it now, staying here is just a waste of time."
The word *waste* stung the remaining Nijigasaki members like a physical lash. He was dismissing their three years of agony, their confrontation, and their tears as a bureaucratic delay.
"And seeing that Lanzhu isn't here," Agung added, his eyes scanning the rooftop one last time, noting the absence of the golden-haired girl, "I'll go to Hong Kong after dealing with Numazu. I have a long itinerary, and I've wasted enough daylight on a jury that prefers weapons to words."
He turned on his heel, his coat flaring slightly in the Odaiba wind, and began walking toward the rooftop exit. He passed right by Ayumu, who was still kneeling on the concrete, without so much as a glance downward.
"Wait! You can't just leave after saying all that!" Setsuna yelled, taking a frantic step forward, her hands clenched. "You can't just walk away to Aqours—to Hong Kong—like we're just items on a checklist!"
Agung didn't stop. He didn't even slow his pace. He reached the heavy metal door, his hand gripping the handle.
"I can," Agung said over his shoulder, his voice echoing back to them one last time. "Because while you were all practicing how to hold a grudge, the rest of the world kept moving. Take care of Kanata, Umi. She's the only one here who earned it."
With a heavy, metallic thud, the rooftop door clicked shut behind him, leaving the Nijigasaki High School Idol Club standing in the freezing Odaiba twilight, completely abandoned by the man they had spent three years hating—and completely hollowed out by the realization of what they had lost.