The sauna had been found.
Eventually.
After Takeru accidentally discovered:
A yoga room.
A smoothie bar.
Two supply closets.
A room containing exactly one chair.
And somehow the gym manager's office.
But at last—
the sauna.
Takeru stepped inside.
The door closed behind him.
Warm air filled the room.
Heat radiated from every surface.
The quiet hiss of steam echoed softly.
For once—
there were no cursed spirits.
No timelines.
No colonies.
No villains.
No Mahoraga variants.
Just heat.
Silence.
And relaxation.
Takeru leaned back.
"…Nice."
Outside—
everyone else was waiting.
Yuji checked the time.
"…How long has he been in there?"
Hakari shrugged.
"No clue."
Ryu crossed his arms.
"He might live there now."
Megumi nodded.
"That sounds possible."
Meanwhile—
inside the sauna—
Takeru looked like he'd finally achieved inner peace.
Several minutes later—
the door opened.
A cloud of warm steam rolled out.
Takeru stepped outside.
"…That was great."
He stretched.
Rolled his shoulders.
Cracked his neck.
Then headed back toward the locker room.
A few minutes later—
he emerged fully dressed again.
The familiar outfit had returned.
The tight, long-sleeved black shirt.
Baggy white nikka-pokka training pants.
Black martial arts slippers.
The long white haori fastened with its decorative cord.
Yuji pointed.
"…Back to normal."
Hakari nodded.
"Sauna arc completed."
Nanami adjusted his glasses.
"…Good."
Takeru looked around at everyone.
"…So."
A pause.
"…Food?"
Silence.
Then the entire group answered immediately.
"YES."