Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 413 - 411: The Mysterious Case of Shibuya_1
Aozawa arrived in Shibuya.
He remembered that before the holiday, Phoenix Academy Maggie had mentioned that someone in Shibuya was mysteriously getting their pants pulled down.
If it wasn’t his doing, it must have been someone else’s. To be able to pull down someone’s pants without them being clearly aware, that person was definitely no ordinary individual.
He turned into an invisible breeze that brushed past the café, over the women’s faces, and then slipped into a handbag. The breeze was formless; as long as the bag wasn’t completely sealed, it couldn’t block the wind from entering. It was just that inside the bag, there was no sunlight, and it was somewhat dim.
Although Aozawa could use his X-ray Ability from outside to see the student ID inside the bag and thus learn the woman’s name, that method wasn’t nearly as thrilling as transforming into a breeze and sneaking into the handbag.
In the dim space of the bag, Aozawa saw the name Koizumi Masako. He used Schrödinger’s Cat to leap into another luxury private room, first using his Catalyst sensing ability to make sure there were no surveillance devices inside. Then he deactivated the Ability and utilized Fate Weaving.
Countless threads pierced through the walls from outside, converging before him to form a book. Then, a pen appeared.
Every time he used the Fate Weaving Ability, Aozawa felt as if he was watching an anime.
The Book of Destiny opened, and the page before him recorded the fates of David and the Avenger. Emily’s fate did not appear on it. A fate that had been fulfilled by the Book of Destiny would disappear. The Avenger hadn’t disappeared because Aozawa had written, "The Avenger’s happy life begins now," directly extending their fate far into the future.
Aozawa condensed the wind into a rough human shape, grasped the pen, and wrote on a blank page: "Right after Koizumi Masako finishes her coffee, she will encounter the rumored Shibuya pants-pulling incident within ten minutes."
The "ten minutes" written on the paper vanished, indicating that Koizumi Masako wouldn’t encounter such an event within that timeframe. In other words, the culprit was not within a distance that could be reached in ten minutes.
When it came to people, the Book of Destiny always seemed extra meticulous.
He continued, trying twenty minutes, then thirty minutes. This time, the writing stuck.
「...」
Barry was a dwarf. His family hailed from the Congo in Africa. His growth had been slower than his peers since childhood, and at the age of eight, it had stopped completely. In the world of children, being short meant weakness; it meant being someone anyone could bully.
But Barry was an exception. He had a fiery temper and often fiercely resisted those who bullied him. Perhaps because God had deprived him of height, He had opened another window of talent for him. Barry could often beat up those much taller than himself, and by the age of fifteen, he had formed his own gang.
By chance, he saw "Lord of the Rings" and thought the dwarves in it fit his image perfectly. Barry adopted "Dwarf" as his moniker. Unsatisfied with merely scraping by in his impoverished homeland, he fought in illegal boxing matches, sold "powder," and even dabbled in arms dealing, getting involved in warlord skirmishes more than once.
Eventually, he became an Assassin. The reason was simple: at twenty-five, he had learned a Martial Art perfectly suited to his height—the Hidden Assassination Fist.
His naturally short stature made it easy for people to overlook him, and his formidable strength granted him agility. All he needed was to move silently, and he would be unstoppable. In fact, since mastering the Hidden Assassination Fist, his assassination success rate was one hundred percent; he had never failed.
But in direct combat, he had lost once. It was in the quarterfinals of Earth’s Strongest Martial Arts Tournament, where he met Amat.
What happens when an assassin meets a warrior who is also a tank? The answer was self-evident: Barry faced the most humiliating event of his life.
But he didn’t retire like a defeated sumo wrestler, nor did he get discouraged. Instead, the experience ignited his fighting spirit. He was determined to hone his Hidden Assassination Fist to its most powerful state. For this purpose, he began practicing by silently removing people’s pants in crowded public places. Approaching his prey with noiseless steps, then, in an instant, pulling a woman’s pants down to her ankles, then vanishing without a trace amidst the gasps of the surrounding crowd.
Barry usually operated in the afternoon or evening, but today he decided to start early and took the train to Shibuya. It was another sunny day. The sun blazed fiercely, but it couldn’t dampen the young girls’ urge to shop. Nor could it stop the men who wanted to gaze at them.
Barry was adept at concealing his presence, walking without making a sound. While moving, he often wove past pedestrians like a ghost drifting through the noisy streets. No adult could spot him.
Barry felt very lucky today; he’d quickly found suitable prey.
She was a young woman, fair-skinned and pretty, looking to be in her early twenties, seemingly a university student. She was dressed for summer in a white tank top paired with white, print-patterned hot pants. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"OOH!"
The sight of her long legs, clad in white stockings even in summer, almost made Barry’s eyes pop out.
He liked long legs. For a short man like him, a tall woman’s long legs were undeniably alluring. Especially long legs wrapped in white stockings—they were irresistible to Barry. After all, what man could refuse such a delectable treat in summer? Strange, how just adding a layer of color could hold such charm.
He decided. He would cut off the stocking as his ’ritual component’ for the day.
Barry’s right hand fished a specially made blade from his pocket—so sharp it could slice through bone like tofu, and no fabric could resist it. He licked his lips and crept silently closer to her. The woman was still oblivious, chatting away with her friend.
Barry scanned the surroundings. As the woman lifted her right foot, his own short, sturdy legs bent, and then he unleashed a burst of power, moving as silently as a drifting piece of paper. In an instant, he was beside her leg, his blade making a swift cut.
With professional speed, Barry slit both her hot pants and underwear from the side without nicking her skin, then cut through her stocking and shoe as well. Before her foot touched the ground, Barry yanked the cut garments down to her knees, then snatched the stocking from the side and stuffed it into his shirt.
He turned, leaving the scene with a swagger.
Koizumi Masako suddenly felt a chill on the sole of her foot, a coolness that then spread up her entire lower body.
In an instant, a wild wind tore through the street, stirring up sand and stones, forcing everyone to shut their eyes. Amidst the fierce wind, Koizumi Masako felt the chill intensify as a piece of floral fabric slapped against her waist.
Once the wind died down, Koizumi Masako quickly clutched the fabric. She then realized that, apart from this cloth, her pants were pooled around her ankles, her right stocking was gone, and her shoe remained where her foot had been.
"What on earth is going on?" she exclaimed, her face a mask of shock.
Her friend, seeing Koizumi’s expression, laughed. "Haha, Koizumi, you must have encountered the ’Shibuya Sprite’!"
"What kind of sprite takes stockings? Such a pervert!" Anger clouded Koizumi Masako’s face, yet inwardly, she felt a wave of relief. Thankfully, the wind had blown that piece of fabric to her. Otherwise, being caught without pants in the middle of the street would have been social suicide.
Wait, could the wind have blown away my stocking? That bizarre thought flashed through Koizumi Masako’s mind. Noticing her friend was about to film a short video, she quickly said, "Don’t film, seriously! Hurry up and go to the mall with me to buy new pants and shoes."
"Okay, okay," her friend replied with a laugh.
「...」
The wind was Aozawa’s doing, a test of the Book of Destiny’s power. He hadn’t written it in from the start. Instead, after the assailant made his move, Aozawa quickly used his Time Suspension Ability to scribble down the new development: a gust of wind would bring a swath of floral fabric to wrap around Koizumi Masako’s body, preventing her exposure.
The floral fabric wasn’t created by the Book of Destiny. Rather, someone on another street had bought it; the wind then snatched it and carried it across the block to land on Koizumi Masako’s waist.
Aozawa didn’t continue to observe Koizumi Masako, instead tailing Barry, curious about his next move.
His deed done, Barry swiftly vanished into the bustling Shibuya streets, slipping into a dark, deserted alley. There, he pulled his prize—the stocking—over his face, deeply relishing its residual warmth and faint scent.
"FANTASTIC!" Barry let out a contented sigh, picturing those full, fleshy legs, his mood exceptionally elated.
He wasn’t without money to find women, but he disliked spending money on them and had no interest in coercing them with force. What Barry liked most was this: stealthy, unknown acts, indulging in a thrill that belonged solely to him.
Sick bastard! Aozawa silently cursed. Using his X-ray Ability, he peered into Barry’s pocket, found his residence card, learned the man’s name, and began to weave a destiny of certain death for Barry.
「...」
Barry ’savored’ his prize, needing to achieve satisfaction before its warmth and scent faded. This, too, was a stimulus that drove him to become stronger. The master who taught him the Hidden Assassination Fist had said that desire wasn’t a bad thing; it was a force that made people stronger—whether one wanted to strengthen their body, or sought fame, wealth, or women. A powerful Martial Artist must possess strong desires. Those who were pure-hearted and ascetic could never become powerful Martial Artists.
Therefore, he didn’t need to suppress his peculiar tastes; he only needed to continuously elevate the standards of his desires, motivating himself to act for their fulfillment.
"Amat, Amat, Amat!" Barry mumbled indistinctly.
The kind of foot odor one might find in summer tall boots was more intoxicating to him than the scent of any bread, as if he were savoring fine wine. His entire being found release in that instant.
"PHEW."
The moment he relaxed, an inexplicable premonition of danger surged up his spine, as if a venomous King Cobra was about to strike. The shock caused Barry’s muscles to snap from relaxed to taut in an instant. Like a tightly coiled spring suddenly released, his entire body shot several meters into the air.
A sharp KABOOM resounded. Under the slash of sharp claws, the thick wall crumbled like tofu.
Barry got a clear look at his attacker. Even his bushy beard couldn’t hide his astonished expression as he cried out, "What in the world is that thing?"
