Agung paused, doing the quick mental math that only a man who had survived on a tight budget could manage. He looked at Kanata, Ai, and Lanzhu.
"Wait, so if Kureha-chan was a year old when the 'glitch' happened, she's about four now," Agung deduced, his brow furrowing in concentration. "That means she isn't the youngest. The youngest are Ai's twins and Lanzhu's daughter, who must be turning three soon."
He pulled a small, worn notebook out of his apron pocket—a habit from his street-sweeping days—and a pen. He looked at the mothers with absolute seriousness.
"Tell me their names. All of them," Agung requested, his voice steady. "Ai, Lanzhu. And Mari, Dia, and Yohane, I know yours are at home, but I want their names right now. I refuse to be the father who doesn't even know what to call his own children."
The girls exchanged soft glances. The "Ghost" really was gone; the man standing in front of them was frantically trying to build a bridge over a three-year gap.
Ai smiled, her eyes crinkling, though a hint of the earlier sadness still lingered. "Mine are Taiyou and Sora. Two boys. Taiyou is my little 'Sun,' and Sora is my endless 'Sky.' They're bright, they're loud, and they never stop moving."
"Taiyou and Sora," Agung muttered, carefully writing it down. "Got it. Sun and Sky. And yours, Lanzhu?"
Lanzhu lifted her chin proudly, a genuine, radiant smile breaking through her haughty facade. "Lanzhu named her Reina. Because she is the Queen of Lanzhu's heart, naturally. She already has better taste in fashion than you do, Panda."
Agung chuckled, jotting it down. "Reina. The little Queen. Perfect."
He then turned to the three Aqours mothers who had dropped the bombshell earlier. "Alright, Chaos Trio. Hit me. Mari?"
Mari struck a dramatic pose, her blonde hair swishing. "Oh, my little angels are the shiniest stars in the galaxy! I gave them names fit for the world stage: **Stella**, **Luna**, and **Marina**! Two identical, one fraternal. They sing in three-part harmony when they want extra dessert!"
"Stella, Luna, Marina," Agung wrote, his hand cramping slightly. "Triplets who sing for sweets. I'm going to go bankrupt buying chocolate." He looked at the student council president. "Dia-chan?"
Dia folded her hands neatly in front of her, her regal composure fully restored. "Since they are part of the Kurosawa lineage, I chose names that reflect traditional elegance and the sea that connects us. **Shinju** and **Sango**. Pearl and Coral."
"Shinju and Sango," Agung repeated softly, picturing two tiny, strict girls who probably already knew how to scold him. "Beautiful."
Finally, he looked at Yoshiko, who had dramatically covered half her face with her hand.
"Heh heh heh," Yoshiko giggled darkly. "The blood of the fallen angel flows through their veins! They are the mixed twins of the abyss! The boy who commands the shadows, **Yoru**! And the girl who controls the tides of the crimson moon, **Tsuki**!"
Agung blinked. "Yoru and Tsuki. Night and Moon. Actually... those are really nice, normal names, Yohane."
"S-Silence, mortal!" Yoshiko stammered, her face turning bright red as she dropped her chuunibyou pose. "I-It's 'Dark Knight Yoru' and 'Fallen Princess Tsuki' when we are in the demonic realm!"
Agung closed the notebook and slipped it back into his pocket, his heart feeling ten times heavier but infinitely warmer.
The Full Panda Dynasty Roster:
* **Umi's Son:** Aoi (The Disciplined Swordsman)
* **Kotori's Daughter:** Yuki (The Gentle Bird)
* **Maki's Daughter:** Hime (The Little Princess)
* **Kanata's Daughter:** Kureha (The Sleepy Dreamer)
* **Ai's Twin Boys:** Taiyou & Sora (The Energetic Sun & Sky)
* **Lanzhu's Daughter:** Reina (The Little Queen)
* **Dia's Twin Girls:** Shinju & Sango (The Kurosawa Gems)
* **Mari's Triplet Girls:** Stella, Luna, & Marina (The Shiny Chorus)
* **Yohane's Mixed Twins:** Yoru (Boy) & Tsuki (Girl) (The Little Demons)
"Fourteen," Agung whispered to himself, tapping his chest where the notebook rested. "I've got it. I have them all."
Before he could say another word, the sound of tiny, excited gasps filled the hallway.
"Woah! A grand piano!" a boy's voice echoed.
"It smells like chicken!" a little girl cheered.
Five sleepy, pajama-clad children tumbled into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes and staring in awe at the massive pot of *Bubur Ayam* bubbling on the stove, the crystal rose in Hime's hand, and the round, unfamiliar man wearing the Mikan apron.
The Panda's kitchen was officially open for business.