Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 449 - 447 Hanfu X Hanako_1
The matter was now behind them. Even though Morimoto Chiyoda still had a trace of doubt in her heart, she didn’t continue to ask questions; she trusted Aozawa. Mature women know when to believe a man’s words and when to question them. That kind of thinking—*I feel he’s lying, he must be deceiving me, I must verify my suspicion*—is something only teenage girls are keen to prove. Morimoto Chiyoda wouldn’t do that; she also had secrets she hadn’t told Aozawa. For example, she was obsessed with *that sort of thing*, reminding herself not to indulge, yet again and again, she broke the rules she had set for herself. Such behavior and image were completely different from the confidence, self-discipline, and maturity she displayed in front of Aozawa. Adults all have sides unknown to others. If one were to scrutinize, dubious matters are everywhere in life; only by trusting one’s family can life be easy and pleasant. Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t want to be the woman who suspected Aozawa of deceiving her at every turn. She preferred a lazy and relaxed lifestyle, not one where she made her life like that of a spy behind enemy lines, always suspecting those around her to be enemies or about to betray her.
After dinner, Morimoto Chiyoda placed the empty dishes in the dishwasher. Aozawa wrapped the remaining food in cling film and put it in the fridge. She returned to the bedroom, took out the thirteen sets of Hanfu Aozawa had bought, and tossed the unopened parcels onto the clean table.
Aozawa ran over excitedly, picked one from the parcels, and said eagerly, "Chitose, hurry up and put this one on!"
Morimoto Chiyoda replied irritably, "What’s the rush? I’m going to take a bath first."
The summer weather was so hot; without washing her body first, intimacy would reveal a noticeable odor.
"Then after you bathe, put on this formal wear first. We’ll talk about the disposable ones later."
"Okay, I know."
Morimoto Chiyoda pinched his nose, her face full of smiles as she said, "Look at how eager you are. I naturally won’t go back on my word."
"Chitose, shall we bathe together?"
"No way~~"
Morimoto Chiyoda flicked his forehead, not consenting to this suggestion. Some things need to be unlocked at the right time, not tried freely all at once. It’s like in gaming: when organizers release activities too frequently, players lose interest. Only by organizing activities after a long interval, or on specific holidays, can players derive great joy from them. That’s why she has always been unwilling to let Aozawa take shortcuts.
"You wait outside; I’m going to bathe."
"Okay."
Aozawa nodded heartily and handed the Tang-style Hanfu to her, eagerly anticipating seeing Chitose wear it.
Morimoto Chiyoda entered the bathroom. Aozawa unpacked the parcels, laying out each piece of Hanfu—some thin, some short—then sat on the chair. With nothing to do, he remembered he had forgotten to test the Book of Destiny’s Ability.
Aozawa decided to test it. Using the Fate Weaving Ability, threads snaked into the room from outside, weaving themselves into a book and a pen before him. The book flipped to a blank page.
Yesterday’s writing of Emily’s destiny was still in effect.
Who to write about today?
After a brief thought, Aozawa decided to write a familiar name: "Tomorrow morning, Katerina will have diarrhea from eating too much cold food, leading to dehydration. She will be attacked by the non-human Hanako, but despite her light injuries, she will kill Hanako in the bathroom."
The text was recorded on the page, indicating that the Book of Destiny’s limitation was in quantity; only one person’s destiny could be written each day. As for its potency, there was no reduction; it was still possible to write about strange creatures appearing in the world.
What about the duration of fate?
He added a line: "Katerina’s future will always be unlucky."
The text vanished. The fate he wove couldn’t cover a lifetime.
Having clarified this, Aozawa dismissed the Fate Weaving Ability.
Shortly, Morimoto Chiyoda washed her body as quickly as possible and stepped out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a sumptuous Tang-style Hanfu, her long black hair combed into a high, cloud-like chignon, embellished with a swaying decorative hairpin. Draped with a translucent silk shawl over her skirt ensemble, her attire revealed her neck and ample bosom, her skin a stretch of creamy white. The High Tang Dynasty shawl and skirt attire, this fashion of partially concealed creamy-snow skin, was truly intoxicating.
At this moment, Aozawa somewhat understood Emperor Xuanzong of Tang’s thoughts; if Lady Yang possessed such beauty, it would indeed be hard to resist. The so-called "A spring night is short, the sun rises high; from then on, the sovereign no longer holds early court"—truly the joy of a benighted ruler.
"What are you still standing there gawking for?" Morimoto Chiyoda’s lips curled, charm radiating from her very bones.
Aozawa pounced with an AWOO.
「The next day, Wednesday.」
Aozawa felt the beauty in his arms stir and subconsciously wrapped his arms around her slender waist. His eyes still closed, he nuzzled her back and said, "Chitose, let’s not go to work today, shall we?"
"Stop whining."
Morimoto Chiyoda flicked his forehead, feeling a slight soreness in her waist. Her ordinary human body really couldn’t withstand the vigor of an Angel Envoy; if this continued, her body would fall apart.
"Go whine to your little lover."
"Chitose, although you are the Queen, Iroha is not a ’little lover.’ In the palace rankings, she’d hold the position of a high-ranking concubine."
"Oh, so should I address you as Your Majesty then?"
"Call me Daddy."
Morimoto Chiyoda flicked his forehead again. "Let go. Don’t delay me from making breakfast."
"How about some warm milk instead?" he grinned, trying to get closer.
Morimoto Chiyoda said nothing, just silently raised her fist.
Aozawa lay back down, pulling the blanket over himself. "I think I’ll sleep a bit more."
"HEH HEH."
Morimoto Chiyoda let out a smug laugh, slowly got up, and dressed. She picked up the disposable Hanfu from the floor, walking from the room, through the corridor, and into the living room. Though it wasn’t winter, the Hanfu sets were covered in a tell-tale white layer. Her face flushed slightly as she tossed them all into the trash, including the expensive formal Hanfu she had worn.
With a Police Director’s salary, money wasn’t an issue.
Morimoto Chiyoda went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast: porridge, and then she heated up last night’s leftovers. After that, she began to practice yoga in the living room.
Through a series of familiar movements, the soreness in her body gradually disappeared.
"PHEW." Morimoto Chiyoda exhaled heavily, feeling refreshed. She walked to the bedroom door and said, "Little lazy pig, time to get up."
"Mhmm," Aozawa responded. Perhaps because the bed was so warm and combined with Chitose’s scent, he had slept very soundly. He wheedled from the bed, "Chitose, can I sleep here every day from now on?"
"Of course not." Morimoto Chiyoda lifted her long leg, kicked him out from under the blanket, and then lightly stepped on his chest, commanding from her superior position, "Get up, get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth, and eat breakfast. The Hanfu reward period has ended."
"Eh? That fast?"
"Good times always fly by quickly."
"Damn," Aozawa muttered. Thirty-six times were still too few. If I’d known, I should have stayed up all night.
He got dressed and went to the washroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
After breakfast, Aozawa had no intention of stirring up trouble. He, Kenji Kojima, and the others had arranged to meet at 7:30 AM at Ayase Station. They planned to browse nearby malls to buy a cabinet suitable for trophies and the Dare to Fight Award, and also to discuss how to hang the Jade Dragon Flag.
"Chitose, lend me fifty thousand Yen."
"I’ll give you one hundred thousand. Eat something good for lunch to nourish your body." Morimoto Chiyoda tucked ten Ten thousand Yen banknotes featuring Yukichi Fukuzawa into his pants pocket, patted him, and said, "Don’t cause me any trouble, and don’t reveal that you’re an Angel Envoy. Got it?"
Aozawa stood up straight. "Chitose, I don’t need to nourish my body."
"Your answer?" she glanced sideways, her queenly aura on full display.
Aozawa replied seriously, "Don’t worry. I’m not the type who likes to cause trouble."
Morimoto Chiyoda gave him a deep look, then turned and got into her Bugatti Veyron, driving towards the Metropolitan Police Department in the Chiyoda District.
She hadn’t reached her destination when her earpiece signaled an incoming call. "Answer the call," she commanded. Her hands remained on the steering wheel as the call connected.
"Hello, is this Morimoto?"
A weak voice came from the other end, causing Morimoto Chiyoda’s expression to turn grave. "Katerina, what happened?"
All this time, Katerina’s voice had been strong and forceful in Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind, not weak like it was now—fragile as a candle in the wind, easily extinguished.
"I was attacked by a Low-Level Monster."
Just saying that one sentence, Katerina had to pause for breath three times; the extent of her fatigue was clear.
Morimoto Chiyoda’s brows furrowed. "Where are you? I’m coming right over!"
"I’m on the third floor of the inpatient department at Shinjuku Fukan Hospital, in the ladies’ restroom."
Katerina paused, then said, "I’ve killed the Monster and blocked the restroom door. Hurry and bring someone to take away the body."
"Okay, hold on. I’ll call Okayama to bring the SAT team over." Morimoto Chiyoda breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How are your injuries?"
"It’s nothing, just a few minor injuries."
Katerina’s answer made a sliver of doubt flash through Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind. Such weakness from minor injuries? It’s possible the Low-Level Monster was too strong, requiring a lot of effort from Katerina to subdue it.
Thoughts aside, Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t press further. She hung up and immediately called Okayama Buji’s number, instructing him to quickly lead a team to the hospital, survey the scene, and then transport the body away.
Morimoto Chiyoda turned the car around and rushed to Shinjuku Fukan Hospital. The SAT helicopter had already departed, leaving some people behind discussing SAT’s sudden appearance.
She got out of the car, called Katerina’s number, and said casually, "I’ve arrived at Fukan Hospital. Where are you?"
"I’m in the inpatient department on the third floor, room 3034. Come over."
"Okay."
Morimoto Chiyoda hung up and walked quickly toward the inpatient department, taking the elevator to the third floor. She followed the room numbers along the corridor until she found 3034.
Morimoto Chiyoda knocked on the door. "Katerina, it’s me. May I come in?"
"Mm, come in," Katerina’s weak voice came from inside.
Morimoto Chiyoda turned the doorknob and entered the room.
