Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 431 - 429 Aozawa: Behold My Sky Obstruction Shaking Star_1
Shinjuku, Nishishinjuku Ni-Chome no. 8.
The forty-eight-story Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building is located here, and its famous South Observation Deck is on the forty-fifth floor of the First Main Building.
There was usually a long queue, and Arakawa Reina had braced herself for the wait, but today there were very few visitors. When she and Aozawa arrived, they found almost no tourists at the entrance to the South Observation Deck, just a tall, thin man in a suit going through the security check.
If she remembered correctly, this man seemed to be one of the diners from that set-meal restaurant.
It must be fate.
Thinking this, Arakawa Reina hurried forward, calling out, "Mr. Aozawa, let’s hurry!"
Worried about missing the elevator and having to wait, she reached out, grabbed Aozawa’s right hand, and pulled him toward the security entrance.
The tall, thin man in front of them walked towards the elevator, his expression somewhat indifferent.
It wasn’t until she reached the security checkpoint that Arakawa Reina noticed she was holding Aozawa’s hand. She quickly let go, her cheeks turning slightly red as she said, "Sorry, Mr. Aozawa, I didn’t mean to hold your hand."
"That’s okay, I don’t mind if you hold my hand, Class President. In fact, we could keep holding hands if you like."
"Mr. Aozawa!"
Arakawa Reina furrowed her brows, her expression a mix of mock annoyance. Here I am, sincerely apologizing, and he’s always making suggestive jokes.
The woman performing the security check remained expressionless. If it weren’t for her job, she would have wanted to throttle this couple flaunting their affection.
Damn it, all you normies flaunting your relationships can just go to hell! Resentment flared in the woman’s mind.
"Sorry, I’ll behave next time."
Aozawa smiled, passed through security, and they both entered the elevator. He then asked, "Class President, do you usually read manga?"
"Mr. Aozawa, what are you talking about! I would never read *that* kind of manga!"
Arakawa Reina raised an eyebrow, her expression clearly annoyed as she stated righteously, "I despise lewd things the most!"
Seeing her react so vehemently, Aozawa leisurely said, "Class President, I’m talking about regular manga, you know, the kind with classic shonen plotlines. What were *you* thinking?"
Arakawa Reina’s fair face turned an even deeper shade of red. Flustered, she stammered, "Oh, oh, haha, yes, that’s right. I don’t really read that kind of manga either. That’s more for you boys, right?"
"Yes. I really like the major villains in manga. Their moves have such a powerful, oppressive aura. For instance, Uchiha Madara has a move called Tengai Shinsei. It summons a gigantic meteor to fall from the sky. The scene is truly despair-inducing."
As Aozawa enthusiastically discussed things she didn’t understand at all, Arakawa Reina could only manage a smile. When I was nitpicking about those clothes, Mr. Aozawa probably endured my incomprehensible talk with the same patient expression.
Naturally, she was willing to reciprocate his patience and kindness, quietly listening as Aozawa spoke about things she completely failed to grasp.
The elevator reached the forty-fifth floor and the doors opened.
There was hardly anyone at the South Observation Deck. Even though it was Sunday, only a dozen or so people were there, making the place seem deserted.
"Mr. Aozawa, there are so few people today!"
"They’re probably eating. We’re really lucky. Let’s find a spot to see Mount Fuji."
Aozawa was eager to witness Mount Fuji’s final visage.
Arakawa Reina nodded and strolled with him on the South Observation Deck. Through its floor-to-ceiling glass windows, they could see towering skyscrapers outside, interspersed with orderly low-rise buildings, all fanning out across the land and stretching toward the horizon.
If it were nighttime, the view would probably be even more captivating.
The daytime view wasn’t bad either. Most of the sky was covered with white clouds, but a gap had opened in the direction of Mount Fuji, allowing a glimpse of the mountain in summer.
Its bare peak, lacking its winter snowcap, looked somewhat unsightly.
In the end, it’s just an active volcano.
No matter how the media glorified Mount Fuji as Japan’s national pride and natural symbol, it couldn’t change the fact that its bald summer peak was rather unsightly, like a middle-aged man who shivers with dread over a weekly occurrence. That wasn’t something that could be wished away. The fact that no one was looking at Mount Fuji from this particular window seemed to underscore its current lack of appeal.
"Class President."
Aozawa called out, forming a hand seal. "Watch me cast Tengai Shinsei!"
She clapped. "That’s amazing!"
"You try it too."
"Huh..." Arakawa Reina started to refuse, but then she reconsidered. Since Aozawa had spent so much time with her, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
She imitated the hand seal and asked, "Is this right?"
"Yes, just like that! Now, aim at Mount Fuji and shout ’Tengai Shinsei’!"
Arakawa Reina glanced around. Seeing no one paying attention, she followed Aozawa’s instructions and shouted towards Mount Fuji, "Tengai Shinsei!"
The moment her words fell, the time reached 12:30 PM.
BOOM!
A sound that tore through the atmosphere ripped across all of Tokyo. It was several times louder than a thunderclap on a clear day, as if an earthquake had struck the metropolis. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"EHHH?!!"
Arakawa Reina’s jaw dropped, and she was too shocked to speak.
The clouds were ablaze, as was the surface of a meteor no smaller than Mount Fuji itself, glowing red-hot. The raging inferno and its dazzling glare plunged everyone near Mount Fuji’s tourist spots, from owners to visitors, into despair.
On Kawaguchi Lake, it seemed as if a meteor had plunged into its waters. Boaters stopped paddling, staring upwards in stupefied silence, as if witnessing the apocalypse itself in the massive, sun-like fireball.
No, it was more like a super-meteor.
"What in the world is happening?!"
Alarms blared directly in Mitaka City, Tokyo. Inside the headquarters of the Japan National Astronomical Observatory, personnel in charge of monitoring astronomical data scrambled around like headless chickens.
Some expert doctors collapsed to the ground, their faces etched with despair. "My God, Japan is going to be destroyed!"
There had been no warning, no extra time for Japan to react. It all happened as naturally as sunlight on leaves or wind on one’s face.
A meteorite that massive, hurtling from space towards Mount Fuji, would create an impact sufficient to tear Honshu Island asunder. The resulting cloud of dust and aerosols would spread globally through the atmosphere, triggering tsunamis that would devastate coastal cities worldwide. Humanity itself might face an apocalypse.
"It’s over. Everything is over."
Regretful tears welled in his eyes. In that instant, a lifetime of regrets flashed through his mind. He was suddenly overcome with remorse for not spending more time with his family, for focusing instead on power struggles at the observatory.
RUMBLE! The meteorite didn’t pause for human astonishment but continued its terrifyingly fast descent. As the time neared 12:31 PM, precisely at the fifty-ninth second, it slammed into Mount Fuji.
An even louder explosion rocked the area. Debris and dust erupted into a visible, rapidly expanding shockwave. Arakawa Reina was so terrified she collapsed to the ground, trembling. Small stones pelted the glass with a sharp CLATTER, eliciting terrified screams.
"Mr.... Mr. Aozawa!"
"Class President, you’re amazing! You actually summoned Tengai Shinsei!" Aozawa looked at her with admiration.
Arakawa Reina, terrified and babbling, shook her head. "N-no, it wasn’t me! I don’t have that kind of power!"
"I don’t believe you, unless you do it again."
"It really wasn’t me!"
Arakawa Reina was on the verge of tears and didn’t dare try again. I can’t possibly have that kind of power! she thought. Yet, after she’d shouted the words, a meteorite had actually crashed into Mount Fuji. The sheer, terrifying coincidence petrified her from trying again.
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Aozawa felt a surge of satisfaction from his successful prank and chuckled. "I know, I know. Don’t be so nervous."
Arakawa Reina’s legs were too weak to stand. Her voice trembled with a sob. "Mr. Aozawa, how can you be so calm? A meteorite hit Mount Fuji!"
"It’s fine. It didn’t hit us on the head."
Aozawa’s reply gave Arakawa Reina her first profound understanding of utter foolishness. "Mr. Aozawa," she managed, "a meteorite that huge hits, and you think we’ll be fine here?"
"We *are* fine here. If something were going to happen to us, the impact would have already hit."
Arakawa Reina was stunned. Her heart gradually calmed. That’s right... if something truly devastating had happened, how could I still be here talking to Mr. Aozawa?
She pushed herself up with her hands on her knees and slowly stood. The thick plume of dust rising in the distance made Arakawa Reina feel as if all her physics studies had been for nothing.
Aozawa smiled. It was just a prank, how could it possibly affect all of Honshu Island? he thought. According to the Book of Destiny, the meteorite that flattened Mount Fuji wouldn’t cause any deaths or change the global climate; it would merely alter Mount Fuji’s terrain. The other areas would remain unaffected. Without that assurance, Aozawa wouldn’t have dared to make a joke that risked human extinction. As for Mount Fuji... well, as long as I’m amused, that’s all that matters.
「In Shinjuku, at the Central Building.」
Jack’s trembling hands poured a glass of vodka. He took a gulp to calm his nerves.
"FARK! FARK!"
The scene just now had nearly scared him to death. What the hell? How could a meteorite that big possibly fall on Japan? And even if Japan lacks anti-meteorite weaponry, why didn’t the US military base react?
Looking at the dense smoke billowing into the sky, it resembled the aftermath of a nuclear explosion—something on the scale of the Tsar Bomba. Given the circumstances, Mount Fuji might have been completely flattened.
Strange, why is it fine here?
He gulped down most of the bottle before he came to his senses and pulled out his phone to call Morimoto Chiyoda.
"Hey, Morimoto, you need to get over there right now."
"I’m currently on a helicopter heading to Mount Fuji," Morimoto Chiyoda replied, her expression grave. She had originally intended to search for No. 9, but seeing the recent spectacle, she had immediately changed course.
The priority is to figure out why such a colossal meteorite impact didn’t devastate Tokyo or even shatter Honshu Island. An event this contrary to science must be connected to the Different World, or perhaps Dio. This was Morimoto’s pressing thought. "You call and mobilize the police around Mount Fuji," she instructed Jack. "Seal off the site. Have the U.S. Army dispatch jets to check for radiation. Perhaps there’s something important there?"
Hearing this, Jack felt as if a lightbulb had gone on in his head. He quickly nodded. "Okay."
He ended the call and dialed the number for Yokota Base’s Fifth Air Force Command.
