Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 420 - 418 The Real Urban Legend_1

A tanned hand reached out and slid open the airy, Japanese-style sliding door.

A cool breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying the faint scent of a place long untouched by visitors.

Tiny dust particles became visible in the sunlight streaming in from outside.

Ayatsuki Ayaka waved her hand to disperse them and glanced around the entryway.

Perhaps due to the ample light, the interior didn’t seem ominous or terrifying.

A shoe cabinet stood in the entryway, with a pair of clearly feminine shoes placed there. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Is this place really uninhabited?" Ayatsuki Ayaka muttered, worried someone might have deliberately staged the scene. It could also be a malicious prank: falsely claiming someone’s residence was abandoned, then letting unsuspecting people enter and disturb the sleeping owner. Wouldn’t that make us accomplices?

Aozawa, huddled behind her and enjoying the pleasant scent, reassured her, "Don’t worry, there’s absolutely no one here. Didn’t the internet say this place used to be an empty lot? Look at the layers of dust on the ground. The footprints are so clear; this is definitely not a place where people live regularly."

He gave her a gentle push forward. "Let’s go inside and take a look."

"Okay." Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded, then patted his hand. "Don’t be so nervous; I’m here."

"Iroha, you’re so dependable."

"Heh heh." Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn’t help but smile, taking bold steps forward. Due to the thick dust, she didn’t remove her shoes and stepped directly onto the wooden boards of the entryway.

The floorboards, seemingly quite old, creaked with her every step.

Aozawa vividly felt her flinch; Iroha was clearly startled by the sudden noise.

She feigned composure and chuckled, "This isn’t a condemned building, is it?"

"It’s just old," Aozawa replied, following her.

Ayatsuki Ayaka went to the nearest sliding door and opened it. Inside was the living room, with tatami mats on the floor, a sofa, and... an LCD TV?

Ayatsuki Ayaka looked bewildered. A cursed mansion should at least have an old black-and-white TV, she thought. An LCD TV, such a high-tech thing, feels so out of place.

Musing to herself, she opened the next door. The room beyond looked empty and was probably the master bedroom.

"This isn’t scary at all," Ayatsuki Ayaka grumbled, continuing to search other areas: the kitchen, toilet, bathroom, storage closets, and so on.

Apart from being uninhabited, the house seemed to have all the usual everyday items.

Ayatsuki Ayaka headed to the second floor.

"This has to be a prank. Ghosts aren’t real," Ayatsuki Ayaka said, trying to bolster her courage. The staircase creaked underfoot as she reached the second floor and stretched out her hand to open the nearest door.

Suddenly, a figure squeezed out from the narrow gap in the door. Its skin was ghastly pale, and it was clothed in plain white. It had disheveled hair and wore a white triangular cloth on its head.

"Good morning," a chilling voice said as the Ghost raised its head. Its mouth split open to its ears in a smile. "Am I beautiful?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka, hand on the doorknob, turned ashen. She stared dumbfounded at the upper half of the Ghost’s body squeezing through the crack in the door.

"AH!" Aozawa screamed first. He pulled the still-dazed Ayatsuki Ayaka back, yelling, "Iroha, run! I’ll hold it off!"

His words snapped Ayatsuki Ayaka back to reality. She shouted, "Aozawa, I won’t abandon you! If we go, we go together!"

Staying behind might not help much, but I could never abandon Aozawa and escape alone, she thought. If we leave, we leave together. If something unexpected happens, we face it together. Being left to cover a retreat alone is too lonely.

"All you couples can just go to hell!"

The Ghost, apparently incensed by their public display of affection, suddenly became enraged. Its eyes bulged, blood oozed from its sockets, and its expression twisted from indifference to horror.

A sinister wind howled. The Ghost lunged forward.

"I’m not afraid of you!" Ayatsuki Ayaka shouted, throwing a punch at the Ghost’s face. There was no sensation of impact; the punch simply dispersed its face like mist.

The Book of Destiny hadn’t created an insubstantial Ghost; rather, a Ghost’s substance differed from that of a normal person. Aozawa had tested it: human fists couldn’t hurt a Ghost. Conversely, Ghosts couldn’t harm humans, but they could move like the wind and lift people’s clothing.

The Ghost, dispersed by Ayatsuki Ayaka’s punch, flowed along her right arm and slipped into her off-shoulder T-shirt.

"WAH!" Ayatsuki Ayaka screamed as a chill swept through her. She quickly noticed her T-shirt beginning to roll up from her stomach.

She instinctively raised her hands, and the Ghost blew her off-shoulder T-shirt right up over her head.

"AH!" Ayatsuki Ayaka crossed her arms over her chest, then remembered: this Ghost wasn’t trying to kill her. It only strips clothes!

"Iroha, get out of here! It’s okay if I get stripped, I’m a guy!"

"Okay!" Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly tried to run downstairs.

"HA HA," the Ghost cackled sinisterly.

The air grew even colder as the Ghost transformed into a swirling vortex. Ayatsuki Ayaka felt an oppressive force, like facing a typhoon head-on, as if the wind itself might sweep her off her feet.

But she wasn’t blown away. Instead, her clothes were stripped off, piece by piece: shoes, stockings, denim hot pants.

"WAH! No, please!" Ayatsuki Ayaka cried out in panic. But the wind lifted her up, and she soon bumped into Aozawa behind her.

Like tops lashed by a whip, they spun down to the ground floor, through the entryway, and were then thrown out the door by the Ghost.

Aozawa, even while flying through the air, managed to grab Ayatsuki Ayaka’s shoulder. He steadied her landing to prevent a fall and quickly wrapped a floral cloth around her.

"Iroha, are you alright?" he asked. "I’m sorry. It’s my fault for suggesting we explore this place."

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s head was spinning, and she was unsteady on her feet. But hearing his apology, she quickly came to her senses.

The sun shone brightly. The young man’s skin was so pale it seemed to reflect the sunlight. Ayatsuki Ayaka involuntarily glanced down, her tanned cheeks flushing red.

During the indoor roller coaster ride at Tokyo Disneyland, it had been too dark for Ayatsuki Ayaka to truly appreciate the sight. Seeing it today... it really is impressive, she thought.

The thought flashed through her mind. She quickly snapped back to reality and looked down at the floral cloth covering her. It seemed quite large for just one person.

Aozawa had prioritized covering her, not himself. Ayatsuki Ayaka felt deeply touched. She took a deep breath and said, "Aozawa, turn around."

"Oh, sorry." Aozawa turned.

Suddenly, the roomy floral cloth enveloped him from behind, followed by Ayatsuki Ayaka herself, her skin slightly cooler than the afternoon sun against his.

Blushing, she said, "This way, the cloth can cover both of us."

"Iroha, you’re so kind."

Aozawa found this sensation even more thrilling than he had imagined. Even if the sun’s heat intensified several times over, it wouldn’t make him want to separate.

"PTUI!" The Ghost made a sound like spitting phlegm, then tossed Ayatsuki Ayaka’s bag and Aozawa’s phone into a tree in the yard before slamming the door shut.

Ayatsuki Ayaka also realized that if they could get the phone from the bag, they could call Saeko and the others to bring clothes. It would be embarrassing to be seen by our friends like this, she thought, but it’s still better than having to go out and buy clothes on the street in this state.

"Aozawa, let’s hurry over there," she urged, her lips close to his ear.

Aozawa didn’t move. "Iroha," he said, "if you don’t call me ’big brother,’ I’m not taking another step."

"Huh? Stop playing around! Let’s go."

Ayatsuki Ayaka instinctively recoiled. That term is so embarrassing! she thought. Especially now... I just want to dig a hole and hide.

Aozawa grinned cheekily. "If you don’t, I really won’t have the strength to move."

Ayatsuki Ayaka knew exactly what he was thinking and lightly punched his shoulder. The incessant chirping of cicadas in the trees only amplified her inner turmoil.

Glancing at the bag hanging from the branch, she blushed, leaned close, and whispered in Aozawa’s ear, "Big brother... let’s go."

Aozawa nearly melted at her soft call. He crouched down. "It’ll be awkward to walk like this. I’ll carry you on my back, and you can use the cloth to cover me."

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s mind, already fuzzy, grew even hazier with embarrassment. She failed to detect the mischief in Aozawa’s suggestion and simply nodded. "Okay."

"Climb on," Aozawa urged.

Ayatsuki Ayaka settled onto his sturdy back, her arms around his neck, her right hand clutching the cloth.

Aozawa supported her thighs with his hands and started walking toward the tree.

As they moved, clear gaps appeared in the floral cloth; it didn’t fully cover Aozawa’s legs or Ayatsuki Ayaka’s right calf.

But Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn’t think about such details. She felt as if the rising summer heat was evaporating all the moisture from her brain.

Only when she was on Aozawa’s back did Ayatsuki Ayaka fully realize how compromising the position was. She grew nervous and shy, her breathing becoming as heavy as if she’d just run two kilometers.

Aozawa felt her warm breath, heavy with carbon dioxide, nearly roasting his earlobe.

Yet, he didn’t mind at all. A man has to ’carry the weight’ and forge ahead, after all, he thought.

Aozawa deliberately walked slowly, like a sheltered noble lady taking her first steps outside, each tiny step bringing them closer to the tree.

The sun made sweat gradually bead on his forehead and trickle down his waist.

When they reached the tree, Aozawa didn’t put Ayatsuki Ayaka down immediately. He simply tilted his head back and looked up, assessing the situation in the branches.

Ayatsuki Ayaka felt her cheeks were hot enough to cook an egg. "Aozawa, let me down," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

"Nope." Aozawa shook his head, saying solemnly, "You called me ’big brother’ to get on. If you don’t call me that to get off, isn’t that like burning the bridge after crossing it? You have to call me ’big brother’ again before I let you down."

"I hate you! You’re so mean," Ayatsuki Ayaka mumbled, giving Aozawa another shy tap. Her heart pounded chaotically, desperate to get down.

My body’s reacting... I need to get down quickly, before he notices what’s pressing against his back isn’t just from the heat! she thought frantically.

"Big brother... please let me down," she whispered into his ear, her voice like a gentle mountain breeze.

A satisfied expression appeared on Aozawa’s face. He finally let her down and climbed the tree to retrieve their bag and phone.

A Bugatti Veyron rounded the corner and drove straight towards them.