Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 432 - 430 Why the hurry when even Mount Fuji is silent_1
Dozens of fighter jets took off from Yokota Airbase, their thunderous sonic booms clearly audible to the city’s residents.
The Fifth Air Force rushed to the vicinity of Mount Fuji.
Dense clouds of dust and smoke swept into the sky. The fighter jets did not plunge in, choosing instead to circle outside.
The orders they had received were to immediately destroy any vehicles not belonging to the police that approached the dust cloud, with no warning necessary.
The missiles carried by the fighter jets were expensive; each shot had to precisely send its target sky-high.
As for the possibility of collateral damage, the higher-ups were indifferent; if ordinary people didn’t flee but instead tried to get closer, they were simply courting death.
Nearby police stations dispatched their vehicles one after another. They quickly blocked the main routes to Mount Fuji and began using jet-dropped detection equipment to test for radiation at the scene.
Armed helicopters then approached the area and received a warning from Yokota Airbase.
"This is Yokota Airbase. You have entered United States airspace. Please leave immediately, or we will use force to shoot you down."
As is well known, Japan’s airspace is a Schrödinger’s airspace; the U.S. Army determines which parts belong to Japan.
They could designate any part of Japan’s airspace as U.S. airspace for military exercises. During such exercises, any accidents that occurred in the air were Japan’s responsibility.
For example, if an Osprey Helicopter crashed, Japan would compensate for the resulting casualties and property damage.
This was also why the Japanese government dared to protest and demand the grounding of Osprey Helicopters—even a pig about to be slaughtered would squeal a couple of times, let alone a country.
"We are from the Metropolitan Police Department Special Task Force; the CIA should have informed you," Morimoto Chiyoda replied.
The other party quickly responded, "Please land at the designated location as soon as possible."
The armed helicopter descended toward an open area on the ground.
...
The sound of the propellers gradually diminished. As they touched down, dust billowed outwards.
The cabin door opened. Morimoto Chiyoda leaped out, landed on the ground, and turned her head to look at the roiling clouds of dust—it was a spectacular sight.
Like the Titan Atlas from Greek mythology, the column of smoke seemed to support the heavens, separating them from the earth.
A gray haze obscured all prying eyes.
She sighed, "More spectacular than a Hollywood blockbuster."
Okayama Buji complained from behind, "I, for one, would prefer not to see such a sight."
Ito Otome landed, her eyes sweeping over the ground. "Still, it’s strange," she observed. "Such an intense impact, and yet the ground here isn’t shattered."
The roads were intact, and the trees on either side showed no signs of having been blown over by the blast. It was highly abnormal.
It was enough to make Ito Otome, a top student from Tokyo University, feel as if her physics knowledge had been torn to shreds and discarded like waste paper.
"Things from a Different World always defy common-sense explanations."
Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged, effectively ending the discussion. The full details would only become clear once the U.S. Army arrived.
...
The Special Task Force didn’t have to wait long. U.S. Army transport helicopters arrived one after another, their sheer numbers suggesting an impending battle.
In fact, combined with the fighter jets circling overhead, such military power was sufficient to sweep across Africa, or even most countries in Eurasia.
The personnel transport helicopters didn’t land; instead, they deployed ropes for the soldiers to rappel down.
Only helicopters transporting supplies would seek out a place to land.
Morimoto Chiyoda watched as the U.S. soldiers quickly geared up, fully outfitted in anti-gas suits.
They wore dust-filtering gas masks, and carried air detectors, infrared thermal imagers, portable penetration imagers, and other equipment.
Once on the ground, a U.S. serviceman strode up and asked, "Who is Morimoto Chiyoda?"
"I am," Morimoto Chiyoda confirmed.
The man stood at attention and announced, "I am Colonel Jeremy Lassoga of the Fifth Air Force. I’ve been ordered to follow your instructions. Please give your orders!"
"First, get us a set of protective gear each." Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t dare proceed without proper attire.
Jeremy turned and gave an order. Immediately, someone produced spare suits from a pack for the Special Task Force members to wear.
Once fully equipped, Morimoto Chiyoda waved her hand. "Let’s move out. We’re going to take a look inside."
...
Inside the dust-shrouded area, everything was a hazy gray. Even with penetration imagers, they could only faintly discern the rough silhouettes of nearby people and the ground ahead. Visibility was extremely poor.
"Huh? Strange. The air quality readings are normal. Could the machine be broken?"
The soldier responsible for air monitoring expressed surprise. How could the air quality be excellent amidst such thick dust?
"Mine too." "Mine also shows excellent."
Similar reports came from the other soldiers with air detectors; there were ten in total.
It was unlikely all of them were malfunctioning.
Morimoto Chiyoda thought for a moment, then ordered, "Take off your mask and try breathing the air."
Military orders were absolute. The soldier with the air detector unhesitatingly removed his mask and took a breath.
His expression grew even more astonished. "It’s strange! There’s no suffocating feeling from dust in the air. It’s like a cool mist, with no ill effects at all."
"Put your mask back on."
"What about the radiation levels?"
"All normal."
"It seems this dust is different from what we imagined. Have someone collect samples to see if they’re worth researching."
Morimoto Chiyoda made her decision.
"Understood."
Jeremy immediately contacted those outside, instructing them to prepare to collect samples of the dust.
They continued onward through the dense gray fog.
After a while, Morimoto Chiyoda finally saw the outline of the meteorite.
"How’s the radiation?"
"All normal."
"Tch, it’s so normal it’s actually making me anxious."
Morimoto Chiyoda grumbled as she walked forward. Even at this close range, the ground was remarkably intact. Only Mount Fuji itself had been precisely obliterated; the impact hadn’t affected the surrounding area.
What kind of power could do this? she wondered, reaching out to touch the meteorite’s surface. It was very smooth, like a polished stone sphere.
As her hand moved over it, she noticed faint patterns on the surface.
These irregular polygons... were they recording something, or did they represent something?
"Those look like symbols from the Different World. It’s definitely the work of an Angel Envoy." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Okayama Buji commented from the side, then added, "Could it have been Dio?"
"I’m not sure. If it was Dio, then it must be related to the ritual for ascending to Paradise," Morimoto Chiyoda murmured to herself. Normally, a meteorite this large couldn’t have evaded detection by national observatories. It should have been spotted by various nations long before it neared Earth. Unless... it appeared directly from the Different World. That might explain why there was no advance warning, and its unbelievably fast descent.
"Don’t spread out! Be alert for any Monsters. Everyone, head right and look for a way up!"
...
The dense dust cloud spread high into the sky, clearly visible from all over Tokyo.
The dust plume seemed to merge with the sky itself.
"It’s magnificent!"
Arakawa Reina gazed at the distant spectacle. People around her had gathered, their faces etched with astonishment.
Many took out their phones to shoot short videos, broadcast live, or take photos.
Arakawa Reina had no intention of taking pictures; she was puzzled about why the impact of the meteorite landing was so minor.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Class rep, don’t overthink it. Doesn’t that shape remind you of... *that*?" Aozawa gestured vaguely with his hands.
Arakawa Reina immediately swatted him, her face flushing. "Mr. Aozawa! How can you talk about such things at a time like this?"
"Haha," Aozawa laughed.
The greatest pleasure in chatting with the class rep was that no matter how subtle the innuendo, she would instantly catch on. Despite this, she had the audacity to claim that she wasn’t interested in those kinds of things.
"Class rep, you actually..."
Before he could finish, Arakawa Reina pouted, her expression clearly warning, If you dare say it, I’ll really get angry!
Aozawa chuckled. "Never mind. Let’s go. There’s nothing much to see here anyway."
"Mm."
Arakawa Reina nodded, turned, and left with him.
They wanted to descend, just as the crowd wanting to ascend for the view suddenly swelled. When an elevator arrived going down, people swarmed it, but Aozawa and Reina were the only ones who managed to board.
When they reached the ground floor and the doors opened, another crowd was already waiting to go up.
Aozawa stood in front of Arakawa Reina, firmly shielding her from the surging influx of people.
This made Arakawa Reina feel very secure. Being introverted and having some social anxiety, the swarming crowd felt like a five-meter-high tsunami to her.
If Aozawa hadn’t shielded her, she probably would have been swept back by the human tide, perhaps even ending up taking the elevator back upstairs.
She followed closely behind Aozawa towards the exit and said softly, "Mr. Aozawa, thank you."
"Class rep, you don’t need to be so formal. It was nothing," Aozawa said with a smile. "It’s still early. How about we go somewhere else and have some fun?"
"Mm."
Arakawa Reina nodded. She had taken the whole day off, so she had plenty of time to spend out.
As for the summer homework assigned by their teacher, there wasn’t too much.
She worked on it a bit each night and expected to finish it quickly.
"Mr. Aozawa, how are you doing with your summer homework?"
"Haha, I haven’t touched it. Class rep, how about letting me copy yours?"
"Absolutely not." Arakawa Reina quickly shook her head; she had no intention of letting Aozawa copy.
"Do your own homework."
"Wow, spoken like a true class rep."
"I *am* the class rep," Arakawa Reina said, the corners of her lips twitching upwards despite herself. Suddenly, being the class rep didn’t seem so bad after all.
