Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 422 - 420 Retribution Befalls Aozawa_1

Aozawa didn’t use his Ability to secretly follow and watch.

Unlike Phoenix Academy Maggie, he had great confidence in Morimoto Chiyoda, believing that the two could get along without any conflicts arising.

He stood in front of the mansion’s gate, letting the sunlight bathe his body. Occasionally enjoying a sunbath wasn’t a bad experience.

The mansion had been set up so that few people came here, precisely to avoid strangers passing by.

Without this setup, standing here naked would easily lead passersby to think of him as a pervert.

He looked up; he didn’t need to watch the road intently to sense the approaching Defense Barrier.

Aozawa didn’t step forward but leisurely strolled back and forth at the entrance. A Bugatti Veyron with sleek curves rounded the corner and stopped by the curb.

The shadows of the trees, filtered by the sunlight, were cast on the car’s body. The door opened, and out stepped the tall, ponytailed Police Director and the lively, attractive Hot Girl.

Aozawa seemed to only then notice them and quickly approached with a smile. "Where are my clothes?"

"Before that, answer me this: when did you develop a mental illness?" Morimoto Chiyoda’s face wore a smile, her tone as soft and charming as always, with a hint of Hawaiian flair.

His heart skipped a beat at her smiling expression. Glancing once more at Ayatsuki Ayaka, whose cheeks were obviously puffed up in anger, her hands were clenched tightly as if ready to throw a punch at any moment.

"Ah, was I exposed?" Aozawa scratched his head with his right hand and stuck out his tongue playfully. "I was just joking."

"Not funny at all!" Ayatsuki Ayaka responded irritably. It wasn’t that she was angry about being taken advantage of—such things were immaterial to her. The real issue was that the joke had caused her to imagine the gentle and intellectual Sister Chitose as a perverted old witch, a PUA preying on teenagers. It had led her to misunderstand a good person.

"Heh heh." Aozawa’s expression grew increasingly sheepish. Aside from laughing, he didn’t know what else to say.

Morimoto Chiyoda casually tossed a pair of boxers at him and said expressionlessly, "Since you enjoy being so shameless, put these on and run home."

"Chitose." Aozawa tried to wheedle, but was met with a cold stare.

"I’ll be tracking your running route. Don’t even think about slacking off."

"Yes, ma’am." Aozawa could only put on the shorts.

Morimoto Chiyoda patted Ayatsuki Ayaka on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "I’ll take you to the station. It’s best not to tell anyone about what happened today. If it spreads online, more people might come here, and that could provoke the Ghost."

"Right, I understand." Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded. She glanced at Aozawa, feeling the punishment was a bit too harsh. But considering Morimoto Chiyoda’s feelings, she decided to harden her heart and let Aozawa face some consequences—liars shouldn’t be indulged.

"Aozawa, you need to reflect on this properly. Don’t tell such lies again."

"I promise to reflect." Aozawa readily agreed, his determined gaze looking as if he could join the Red Organization.

Morimoto Chiyoda naturally understood that beneath his delicate and innocent exterior, he was still very cunning; he wouldn’t turn into a well-behaved boy after just one lesson.

"What are you still standing around for? Start running!"

"Yes, ma’am." Aozawa unlocked his phone, brought up a navigation map, and prepared to run back to the Morimoto Family home. If any local police officers questioned him, he would just have to explain that he was a track and field athlete in training. These were athletic shorts, after all.

Morimoto Chiyoda drove Ayatsuki Ayaka to Higashiohisa Station, then drove back to the mansion in Higashiohisa Go-chome.

Sunlight fell on the deserted street. Only the cicadas in the trees chirped ceaselessly, singing praises of summertime.

Morimoto Chiyoda got out of the car. Instead of going inside, she walked around the mansion.

From the outside, the Ghost couldn’t be seen.

According to Ayatsuki Ayaka’s account, the Ghost didn’t have a physical body. A punch thrown at it would turn it into mist-like vapor that dissipated inside the house and could whip up a violent wind.

The wind was strong enough to lift both Aozawa and Ayatsuki Ayaka, carrying them from the second floor to the first and tossing them out the door.

Is this a Monster? Morimoto Chiyoda pondered. It feels different from the Monsters I’ve encountered before. This time, an entire building, a Japanese-style mansion, materialized in the empty lot. It’s hard for me to imagine this is a Monster from a Different World; it feels closer to an urban legend.

Before Morimoto Chiyoda could come up with an answer, a thunderous sound filled the sky as an armed helicopter flew in from the direction of Chiyoda.

There was nowhere to land nearby, so a rope ladder was thrown down from the helicopter’s doorway. Okayama Buji led a team from the SAT, and they quickly descended.

"Morimoto, is this the cursed house?"

"Yes. Everyone who enters gets stripped of their clothes and thrown out. It’s up to you guys now." Morimoto Chiyoda considered the Ghost’s lack of a physical form and decided to test whether a high-powered vacuum cleaner could suck it inside and capture it.

Okayama Buji lifted the industrial-strength vacuum cleaner hanging from his waist and asked with a puzzled look, "Is this thing really going to work?"

"Not sure. You’ll have to test it and find out," Morimoto Chiyoda said, spreading her hands, clearly not intending to take the risk herself. As the Police Director, she would only lead the charge if the situation warranted it. In this case, she certainly couldn’t.

"I’ll be cheering you on from back here." As Morimoto Chiyoda spoke, she took several steps back, positioning herself by the driver’s seat of the Bugatti Veyron, ready to beat a hasty retreat the moment things went south.

Okayama Buji wanted to make a sarcastic comment but held back. They were men, after all; being stripped by a Ghost isn’t a big deal.

"Alright, follow me inside."

"Yes, sir!" The four SAT members answered in unison. Each had a high-powered vacuum cleaner strapped to their back and a heavy-duty hose hanging from their waist. Okayama Buji led the way into the mansion.

Opening the door, Okayama Buji saw footprints in the entryway. Judging by the dust, the place hadn’t been cleaned for some time. However, according to Morimoto Chiyoda’s description, the Ghost should have thrown intruders out directly from here. With such a strong wind, why is there still so much dust on the floor? It clearly doesn’t make sense.

With these thoughts, Okayama Buji stepped into the house. He took a few steps into the entryway when a creaking sound startled the four SAT members, who quickly went on alert. After a moment of panic, they realized it was just the floorboards. Though the initial alarm passed, they remained on edge.

According to their intelligence, the Ghost appeared on the second floor, so Okayama Buji prepared to head straight up. As he passed the living room, a figure swiftly darted out from a slightly ajar door.

"Good morning, you all," the Ghost said, without first asking if they thought she was beautiful.

Okayama Buji immediately turned on his vacuum cleaner, thrusting the hose directly at the Ghost’s face. The other four also quickly activated their powerful vacuum cleaners, attacking the Ghost’s upper body from different angles, trying to suck her in.

The mist instantly scattered. The Ghost was torn into several pieces and sucked into the five vacuum cleaners.

Just as Okayama Buji was about to press the ’off’ button, BOOM! The vacuum cleaners malfunctioned?

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. It wasn’t just his vacuum cleaner; all five had malfunctioned. This clearly isn’t normal. We checked the vacuum cleaners beforehand; there were no issues.

BOOM! White mist shot out from the hoses, reassembling into the Ghost, which was now even larger.

"HAHAHA!" An eerie wind arose, and the Ghost let out a piercing laugh.

"This is bad! Retreat, quickly!" Okayama Buji wanted to run.

The Ghost spun around, transforming into a tornado that swept them all up in a roaring gale. A white haze obscured everyone’s vision.

Spinning helplessly, Okayama Buji lost his bearings as his clothes unraveled one by one. Whirling about, he collided with the others, limbs flailing and clashing.

In the end, all five were thrown outside together, landing in a heap like a human pyramid. Cell phones and vacuum cleaners lay scattered outside the door like debris from an explosion. The Ghost simply closed the door.

Morimoto Chiyoda watched this scene, her expression thoughtful. It seems the Ghost won’t leave the mansion for now, nor does it intend to attack people—it just strips off their clothes. Why is that?

She didn’t understand. "Okayama!" she yelled. "Were the vacuum cleaners effective?"

Okayama Buji struggled to his feet, covering his groin with both hands. "They were, but strangely, after sucking the Ghost in, the vacuum cleaners suddenly malfunctioned and it escaped."

A malfunction, huh. Morimoto Chiyoda mused. I don’t believe all five vacuum cleaners were faulty. It must have something to do with sucking in the Ghost.

BEEP BEEP. Her phone rang, and she answered it.

"Morimoto, how’s the situation?"

"The vacuum cleaners work, but they broke down after sucking in the Ghost. We need to send them for inspection to see what the problem is. Okayama Buji and his men were stripped and thrown outside."

"This is our first potential opportunity to capture a Low-Level Demon alive," Jack’s voice said over the phone. "We must ensure a one hundred percent capture rate."

"Understood."

"Have your people cordon off the area around the mansion and forbid outsiders from entering."

"Chief, I think it might be better not to do that," Morimoto Chiyoda suggested. "Even if we don’t intervene, very few people will come to the house, and there’s no real danger. If we step in and prevent people from entering, it could create additional risks."

Her words made Jack pause. He considered her point. Some things follow a certain pattern, and disrupting that pattern could lead to unnecessary consequences.

"Alright, we’ll do it your way. Leave someone there to keep an eye on the place, but don’t interfere otherwise. Report to me immediately once the vacuum cleaners have been inspected."

"No problem. Goodbye."

Morimoto Chiyoda hung up Jack’s call. Her eyes swept over the large, Japanese-style mansion, but her mind wasn’t on the Ghost inside. Instead, she thought about Ayatsuki Ayaka and Aozawa at the entrance earlier.

Those two have already progressed to the point of being completely open with each other. From what I gathered through my questions, Iroha even helped Aozawa with his... physical urges. If things continue down this path, Aozawa’s first time will most likely—no, definitely—be with Ayatsuki Ayaka. That girl’s boldness shouldn’t be underestimated. Knowing this is the likely outcome, am I just going to sit back and do nothing? The blade is already at my throat.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s eyes grew dark.