Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 442 - 440 I Want to Overturn Everyone_1

Dio wasn’t there this Monday.

Aozawa had no time to test new superpowers.

A group of boys gathered, with so many things they could do for fun. Even just squatting on the street corner, watching the long legs under the girls’ short skirts, they could spend an entire afternoon. With drinks, sunflower seeds, snacks, and the like, they gathered to gossip about games, girls, and more—even more enthusiastically than the old folks at the village entrance.

He was deeply engrossed and didn’t want to leave.

Testing superpowers could wait until the day after tomorrow; there was no need to rush.

Participating in today’s gathering with the Kendo club members for the Jade Dragon Flag might be the last time. After school started, the third-year seniors would gradually disappear from the Kendo club, either busy job hunting or preparing for university, with no time for club activities.

For example, Department Head Ishigami Kenta didn’t plan to pursue further studies. He would start preparing for work after the summer break and go directly into a company after graduating. In his words, if he couldn’t make it in Tokyo, he’d go back to his native Kyushu countryside. There, he would inherit the family’s ramen shop, marry a local girl, have a beautiful daughter, and live an ordinary life.

That evening, the group started a pillow fight. Around nine o’clock, everyone turned out the lights to sleep, to conserve energy for the Jade Dragon Flag tomorrow.

Learning from last time’s lesson, Aozawa made sure to fall asleep early. That way, even if someone snored, he wouldn’t hear it.

「The next day.」

The Radiant Kendo Club quickly changed into their Kendo Armor in Marlin Mercer’s changing room. The vanguard put on his face mask; the others didn’t need to hurry. The weather wasn’t cool, so wearing the armor too early would be stuffy.

Ishigami Kenta stretched out his hand and said, "Let’s win this competition!"

"Yeah."

Aozawa placed his hand on the back of Ishigami Kenta’s, and the other three did the same.

"Let’s go!"

They picked up their bamboo swords and walked outside.

According to yesterday’s draw, their first opponent was the Yamashiro Kendo Club from native Kyushu.

Aozawa stepped into the competition venue, his gaze sweeping around, and a feeling that was both unfamiliar and familiar surged through his mind. At the main dais of the venue, a breeze from the ventilation system made the Jade Dragon Flag flutter gently, looking very beautiful.

That was the flag he had failed to obtain last year.

Although afterwards, he told Chitose it didn’t matter and that they would work harder next time, that failure had been a heavy blow to him.

He had been here for several years. He couldn’t achieve much academically. The only thing Chitose considered decent about him was his Sword Dao, yet he was still just a frog in a well. His ambition to win was easily crushed by Sunaga Takashi. At the time, he even thought Chitose was just humoring him, that his Sword Dao wasn’t impressive at all. It was only later that he realized it wasn’t Chitose who was humoring him, but that Sunaga Takashi’s ability was just freakishly strong. Chitose hadn’t been wrong; Aozawa’s strength was only relative to ordinary people. There was no way to compare with that kind of monster.

By now, the venue was full of people.

After both sides bowed to each other, they retreated beyond the sidelines.

"Damn, Aozawa, I think I’m getting really nervous," Ishigami Kenta was the first to speak.

Even though they were at the edge of the grounds and inconspicuous, the spectator seats there also had viewers. The many eyes sweeping over him made him feel immense pressure, as if he were shrinking.

"Don’t be nervous, just fight freely later. I’ve got your back," Aozawa replied. He turned and watched as their vanguard returned to the arena.

Ishigami Kenta nodded and rubbed his cheeks, trying to appear natural and avoid notice from the audience and media in the stands.

However, the media probably wouldn’t pay much attention to Brilliant High School anyway. Powerhouses like Kamiya High School and Aohana Vine, renowned Sword Dao schools, were the media’s focus. Especially Sunaga Takashi.

Thinking of this, he glanced towards the central arena and exclaimed in astonishment, "No way, he’s actually their vanguard?"

The Jade Dragon Flag had no preliminaries; the spacious venue could host sixteen matches simultaneously. The match between the Radiant Kendo Club and the Yamashiro Kendo Club took place in a corner, within a nine-meter square. The central arena was always reserved as a stage for the popular schools.

Therefore, Ishigami Kenta could see that the vanguard sent by Kamiya High School was none other than Sunaga Takashi himself.

The reason he could recognize him was purely because of his different aura. Even wearing a face mask and Kendo attire, Sunaga Takashi had a distinct vibe compared to others. Anyone who had fought him could recognize him; that calm demeanor was unmistakably Sunaga Takashi.

Aozawa glanced over and said, "It looks like he wants to single-handedly defeat all the teams."

"No way, does he have the stamina for that? I remember last year he lost to the captain of the Kanagawa Kendo club because he ran out of stamina."

"He wouldn’t be doing that if he didn’t have the confidence," Aozawa shrugged and patted their second fighter’s shoulder. "Come on, snap out of it, it’s your turn."

"Taniya, he lost that fast?" the second fighter exclaimed, coming back to his senses, his tone full of surprise.

Aozawa smiled and said, "Sword Dao is decided in an instant. When there’s a large skill gap, it’s even more decisive."

The second fighter quickly put on his face mask.

Aozawa didn’t have to wait too long; all four of Brilliant High School’s members had been defeated, leaving only him, the team captain.

Ishigami Kenta fought with all his might. He managed to defeat the opponent’s vanguard but was then beaten by their second fighter.

Aozawa patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don’t be disappointed. Now watch what I can do."

"So amazing!"

Cries of surprise came from the spectators’ seats, certainly not to cheer for Aozawa, but for the youth in the central arena. While others were still on their first round, Sunaga Takashi had already obliterated two schools and was facing a third.

Aozawa withdrew his gaze and shouted to the opposing second fighter, "Hurry up, don’t waste time."

"Don’t worry, it won’t take long."

Aozawa, carrying his bamboo sword, stepped forward.

Matches progressed rapidly.

Going all out, Sunaga Takashi eliminated five opponents as easily as breathing. He was the first to eliminate the designated players of his group and allowed players from other groups to enter the area to challenge him. The core rule of the Jade Dragon Flag is a fight-to-the-finish system.

As long as Sunaga Takashi could keep fighting within the allotted time, theoretically, he could eliminate all competitors in a single day. In practice, human endurance cannot last that long, which is why the competition is split into two days with several rounds. But geniuses always manage to change the rules of the game.

"Ippon! Winner, Kamiya High School’s Sunaga Takashi."

Three referees raised their flags, declaring Sunaga Takashi the victor. Their faces changed from surprise to numbness. There was no suspense about the win, and even the media were no longer as excited. They, like the three referees, shared the same thought, just waiting for him to break the Jade Dragon Flag’s century-old record.

Eliminate all opponents in one day.

Sunaga Takashi was calm about such an achievement, not feeling tired at all. Unlike his previous fatigue, he had only grown stronger over the past year. His body, even after such intense fighting, showed no signs of breathlessness. At most, he was sweating from wearing his armor due to the hot weather.

He turned and walked to the corner, waiting for the next group of players.

The members of the Kamiya High School Kendo Club regarded him with utmost respect.

Sunaga Takashi was indifferent. He heard a voice from a corner of the venue and glanced over. Amidst the noisy sounds, he could faintly hear, "Winner, Aozawa from Brilliant High School."

Ruriko Yokoo, seeing that Sunaga Takashi seemed to take notice, quickly said, "Brilliant High School’s Kendo club has already used its one chance to change their lineup order. Aozawa changed from captain to vanguard. Besides him, the other four members of their Kendo club are too weak; they’re already exhausted and can’t sustain high-intensity combat."

A match isn’t just physically draining but also mentally straining. The latter is more debilitating, preventing even those who aren’t physically tired from performing at their full strength.

"Is that so."

"Gao Shi, don’t underestimate him. He’s stronger than before; he even won the 33-Man Fighting Spirit Award."

"Mm."

Sunaga Takashi nodded, then turned again, directing his gaze towards the team emerging from the waiting area ahead—Aohana Vine.

"The national runner-up is facing the national champion!"

"Sunaga Takashi’s luck is really bad. It was the same last time; he encountered a strong opponent midway who drained too much of his stamina, ultimately leading to his loss."

"Now he’s run into Aohana Vine early on again!"

The media became excited once more, voices rising loudly, flashbulbs flashing continuously.

Sunaga Takashi was unconcerned, only calmly observing his opponent.

After bowing to each other, Masato Mogi couldn’t help but grumble as he stepped off the sideline, "That guy really is arrogant."

"Mogi."

"I get what you’re saying. Exhaust his stamina as much as possible, and let Yuutarou finish him off in the end."

Masato Mogi waved his hand. He knew such tactics were somewhat underhanded, but it was Aohana Vine’s only chance to defeat Sunaga Takashi. He didn’t believe that Sunaga Takashi, after fighting continuously without a break, would not have any decline in stamina. As long as they could add to Sunaga Takashi’s burden, Yuutarou’s chances of winning would increase, even if only slightly.

Masato Mogi turned and stepped back into the arena, holding his bamboo sword in both hands, adopting a defensive stance. He intended to delay as much as possible.

Sunaga Takashi saw through his intentions but didn’t care.

The referee announced the start of the match. Sunaga Takashi, only wanting to end it quickly, pushed off with his foot, his body surging forward.

"Men!"

With his shout, the bamboo sword, like a streak of lightning breaking from dark clouds, moved so fast it caught everyone off guard. Masato Mogi tried to defend, but his reaction was far too slow. Before he could react, the bamboo sword had already struck his face mask. The powerful impact sent Masato Mogi sprawling to the ground.

THUMP. His bamboo sword clattered to the side.

"Ippon!"

The three referees raised their flags to declare the result. Masato Mogi had dropped his sword; he had no way to counter. The victory in this match was decided without a doubt.

"Damn it."

Masato Mogi gripped his bamboo sword again, his face under the mask contorted with frustration. It felt as if all his grueling training, all the sweat he’d poured, had betrayed him in this moment. But he didn’t give up. He stood up again. If defense wouldn’t work, then he’d resort to reckless attacks—anything to deplete even a little more of Sunaga Takashi’s stamina.