Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 403 - 401 Everything is Dio’s Doing_1

Early in the morning, a hint of coolness permeated the air inside the villa.

Aozawa spat out the toothpaste, pulled a towel off the rack, washed his face, and then wiped his black buzz cut with the damp towel.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw a spirited young man. The solid muscles on his chest and arms made him strike a pose, as if he were in a bodybuilding competition.

Clasping his hands, there was no obvious explosive muscle bulge, just a feeling that his already firm muscles had become even more solid in that moment.

It was like donning Iron-Clad Armor. He somewhat understood why some people enjoy working out—the feeling of a powerful body was intoxicating.

Aozawa released his grip and turned to leave the bathroom.

Before even entering the living room, he called out, "Chitose, what’s for breakfast today?"

Stepping into the living room, he found Morimoto Chiyoda wasn’t there; only the serving hatch from the kitchen was open.

"Steak sandwich."

The sizzle of cooking sounded, and a familiar figure bent down at the hatch. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone, making her look particularly charming as she leaned over.

Aozawa walked over and said with surprise, "Chitose, you’re getting lazier. You’re not even doing yoga in the living room anymore, and now breakfast isn’t even ready before I wake up."

"You’re so fussy! I’ve been really busy with work lately. Even when I’m off duty, people are still messaging me."

Morimoto Chiyoda handed his sandwich out through the hatch.

Aozawa pulled out a Thousand Yen Banknote, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her unbuttoned shirt, saying, "Thanks for your hard work. Here’s a tip for you."

The touch of his fingertips on her chest made Morimoto Chiyoda shoot him a look. "Using my money to give me a tip, and taking advantage of me on top of that. Are you expecting me to thank you for the tip next?"

"No need for thanks."

Aozawa smiled, taking his sandwich as he walked to the table. "Have you really been that busy lately?"

To him, he hadn’t really done much yesterday, having spent the whole day at Tokyo Disneyland with Mitsui Arashi, Amat, and the others. And he hadn’t killed that many people this week either.

"Of course! Forget the summit meeting; there are tons of other things! I’m swamped! Just end this damn meeting already!" Morimoto Chiyoda grumbled about her workload. Protecting the summit leaders alone consumed most of her time, demanding constant vigilance without a moment’s respite. On top of that, there was the special investigation unit’s work.

Her perspective was completely different from Aozawa’s.

From Aozawa’s point of view, he had only done a few things, so this week should have been quite relaxing.

But Morimoto Chiyoda’s perspective encompassed Tokyo, and indeed, all of Japan.

All sorts of cases were constantly being presented to her.

Setting aside more distant matters, just yesterday there were over a dozen cases involving Superpower-related crimes.

For instance, in Ikebukuro, a middle-aged woman abruptly called the police, claiming a monster was trying to kill her. She said the monster appeared at her door, and then she fell from her own balcony, dying instantly.

After a preliminary investigation, the special investigation unit concluded that it was highly probable the woman suffered from a mental illness due to extreme work stress.

Still, the unit had to thoroughly investigate the woman’s past.

This was because, for those unfamiliar with Superpowers, the special investigation unit’s statements alone could be enough for a doctor to diagnose mental illness.

The result of the further investigation was that the woman indeed had a mental illness.

Then there was the teacher in Bunkyo District who frequently heard various voices while sleeping. He believed gods were whispering revelations into his ear.

Investigations revealed his wife was behind it. She often gave him sleeping pills, though not in large doses, and the ’various voices’ he heard were actually his wife conversing with different men.

Cases like these were constantly being dumped on the special investigation unit.

Sometimes, being too close to upper management wasn’t such a great thing. Jack truly didn’t treat the special investigation unit as separate. He’d allocate funds to them, which Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t mind. However, any CIA case that even remotely hinted at Dio was invariably passed on to their unit.

Morimoto Chiyoda believed she needed to remind that person not to dump CIA work on the special investigation unit.

Surely, there couldn’t be that many new Angel Envoys, people from Different Worlds, or Monsters in the world. Suspected cases could be investigated by the CIA. The special investigation unit only needed to deal with cases clearly related to Dio or a particular Angel Envoy.

「...」

After breakfast, Aozawa walked to school and passed through the school gate. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He headed straight for the Kendo club.

Kenji Kojima and the others had already gathered.

Although they had a habit of leaving practice early, they never arrived late.

"Aozawa, good morning."

"Good morning."

"The Jade Dragon Flag tournament is coming up. Are you prepared?" Kenji Kojima’s tone was a bit tense.

The Jade Dragon Flag was still eleven days away, but from his expression, it seemed like the tournament was starting tomorrow.

Aozawa laughed. "Don’t worry, everything’s ready. We’ll definitely win the championship at this year’s Jade Dragon Flag tournament!"

"HAHA!" Kenji Kojima rubbed his hands together, the excitement on his face still palpable.

This was the first significant honor of his life. Although his contribution wasn’t the main reason, whenever it came up, he could proudly tell people he was the Kendo club president in high school when they won the Jade Dragon Flag championship.

"How should we set the match order? I don’t think putting you as the vanguard is a good idea. Let us at least feel like we’re participating. How about you take the anchor position? Anyway, the Jade Dragon Flag is different from other competitions; it’s a knockout format. As long as one person remains, we haven’t lost."

"Alright, I’ll be the anchor." Aozawa didn’t mind letting them go first.

"Great." Kenji Kojima confirmed Aozawa’s position and then started discussing the order for the first four contenders with the others.

As the club president, he naturally had to compete. The question of who would fill the remaining three slots needed discussion.

After some boisterous discussion, everyone began their Sword Dao training.

Perhaps because the Jade Dragon Flag competition was approaching, their training intensity was higher than usual.

Aozawa wished they would leave as usual, but the reality was they stayed with him until the end. This meant Ayatsuki Ayaka had to hide nearby, never finding a chance to appear.

Aozawa could only head to the classroom building with Kenji Kojima and the others, matching the boys’ pumped-up excitement.

He entered the classroom alone.

Phoenix Academy Maggie spotted this and chuckled teasingly, "You didn’t come to class with Ayatsuki today. Did you two have a fight last night?"

Aozawa, hearing her gloating tone, shrugged. "Not at all. The captain and the others were just too enthusiastic and stayed until the very end, so Iroha didn’t get a chance to show up."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, smiling. "Does that disappoint you?"

"Not at all." Phoenix Academy Maggie crossed her arms lightly, making her sailor uniform seem even tighter; the collar looked as if it might be torn open by her snowy-white skin.

This change caught Aozawa’s attention.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she asked, "What are you staring at?"

"Your chest," Aozawa answered honestly.

Phoenix Academy Maggie hadn’t expected him to be so direct. She kicked him under the desk with her right foot and pouted, "You’re such a perv! Don’t look."

Aozawa stated confidently, "A hero appreciates beauty."

Phoenix Academy Maggie snorted but made no move to change her posture; she maintained the taut stance.

"Strange things have been happening in Shibuya lately. Apparently, people are just walking along when their pants are mysteriously pulled down. Many are posting online, describing some ’creepy entity’ at work. Do you think this might be related to Dio?"

"Not sure, but I don’t think we can blame everything on Dio." Aozawa felt somewhat wronged; he hadn’t even been to Shibuya yesterday. Besides, how could Dio possibly be pantsing people? He wasn’t some kind of pervert. A sense of curiosity arose in him; he’d check out which pervert was responsible when he had free time. With summer vacation approaching, he’d have plenty of free time.

「...」

"Alright, we’re going to hand out the report cards now. When your name is called, please come up and get your report card," the homeroom teacher announced from the podium.

Down in the classroom, Ayatsuki Ayaka clasped her hands together, praying silently. My grades... I just need to pass one subject. Japanese History, please pull through! That was the only exam where she felt as if her pen was divinely guided as she wrote.

She prayed inwardly as she heard the teacher call out, "Ayatsuki Ayaka."

"Yes!" she responded, quickly walking to the podium. She carefully took the report card, praying silently once more, I have to pass, I have to pass!

Ayatsuki Ayaka returned to her seat and swallowed hard. She unfolded the report card.

Amidst a sea of scores in the teens and twenties, her 83 in Japanese History stood out conspicuously.

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s mouth fell slightly agape in astonishment. It was the highest score she had ever received in her life!

"Maru! Look, quick! I got an 83 in Japanese History! Eighty-three!"

Tama Chan, wincing as Ayaka patted her shoulder, turned her head. Surprise showed on her face. "Hey, so your last-minute cramming actually paid off!"

"Yeah!" Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded excitedly, her gaze flicking towards the blonde girl by the window. She couldn’t help but shout, "I got an 83 in Japanese History!"

"Oh, not bad, Ayatsuki."

"That’s great! I only got 63."

"I did even worse, only 31."

"HAHA! I only got ten."

Suddenly, a trend of comparing who did worse swept through the class.

Phoenix Academy Maggie truly didn’t understand how they could smile while saying such things. Was doing poorly in studies something to be proud of? In her view, it was acceptable to have poor academic results, but one’s attitude towards learning had to be earnest. Among all the dunces, Ayatsuki Ayaka was one of the ’good’ ones. But what was the meaning of this expectant look, staring at her with an expression that seemed to beg for praise?

Phoenix Academy Maggie looked at those sparkling eyes and cruelly turned her head away, pretending not to see. Their tutoring relationship was over; she had no obligation to praise Ayatsuki Ayaka. Whether Ayaka was happy or sad had nothing to do with her.

The brightness in Ayatsuki Ayaka’s eyes gradually faded.

Aozawa patted her shoulder. "Iroha’s grade is partly thanks to you. Aren’t you going to praise her?"

"It has nothing to do with me," Phoenix Academy Maggie replied expressionlessly. With Aozawa’s prompting, she decisively snuffed out the last trace of hesitation in her heart. No unnecessary pity was needed for a love rival.

"Iroha, you did a great job!" Aozawa praised loudly, making Ayatsuki Ayaka’s eyes light up again, sweeping away the lingering disappointment in her heart.

The boys and girls in the class exchanged peculiar glances. Iroha? Calling her so intimately! The two of them must really have something going on.