Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 465 - 463 The First Meeting of the Holiday_1

Chapter 465: Chapter 463 The First Meeting of the Holiday_1

August 5th, Saturday.

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn’t need anyone to wake her. She was already awake before six o’clock. Pushing the covers aside, she walked barefoot to the wardrobe—or, more accurately, the dressing room.

Various outfits, numbered by the maids, hung inside. Her eyes scanned over them as she pondered, What should I wear?

She had thought about it for a long time the previous night, right up until she fell asleep, but still hadn’t settled on the perfect ensemble.

Normally, she never faced this dilemma when going out, as she felt beautiful in anything she wore. But this was her first meeting with Aozawa after the summer vacation, and naturally, she wanted to present herself in the most perfect state possible.

Phoenix Academy Maggie surveyed the clothing options and finally settled on a spaghetti strap dress, a summer choice that would showcase her figure.

Among the many spaghetti strap dresses, she chose a purple-black one adorned from the chest to the hem with silver embellishments like tiny stars, resembling a swirling galaxy.

All of Phoenix Academy Maggie’s clothes had to be hand-washed; she never used a washing machine, as many of her garments were unsuitable for it.

She slipped into the dress, then gathered her long golden hair. She decided to have it curled and wear a purple-black butterfly hair accessory.

As for makeup, Phoenix Academy Maggie considered for a moment and opted for a light application, not wanting to appear overly formal or to create an atmosphere suggesting she was overly eager to meet Aozawa.

She twirled in place, the corners of her slightly flushed lips curving into a smile. With no one around, she could naturally indulge in her happiness.

When a KNOCK KNOCK sounded at the door, Phoenix Academy Maggie’s smile vanished. With the unique, elegant stride of an heiress, she walked towards the door.

Her request to have her hair curled was attended to while she was on her way to the dining room.

By the time she reached the dining room, her long, straight golden hair had been transformed into wavy curls.

Her delicate skin formed a stark contrast with the purple-black spaghetti strap dress, emphasizing its remarkable fairness.

Observing her mother, who sat at the head of the dining table and seemed different from usual, she asked curiously, "Mother, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Kochou gestured for Miwa and the others to leave the dining room, then nodded. "Yes, the new Director of Intelligence is not an easy person to deal with. The contacts I planted in the Intelligence Department are severing ties with me one by one."

Mentioning this, Kochou’s brows furrowed slightly; even her requests to meet with the Director of Intelligence had been refused.

This was not good news.

Kochou’s only solace was that her relationship with the MacArthur Family remained solid.

What information could the new Director of Intelligence have? Or was he simply a new appointee trying to avoid unnecessary attention?

Kochou’s thoughts wavered between investigating and not. She feared that taking the initiative might provoke the other’s wariness.

Yet, choosing to ignore it wouldn’t align with her desire to control everything.

She didn’t want anything to happen in Japan that was beyond her control, with the exceptions of the Different World and Dio. Those were matters far exceeding her capabilities, comparable to natural disasters that no mortal could command.

"I believe, Mother, you just need to do what you must. Let others take the lead in any probing," she said.

"Heh, you have a point." Kochou smiled, avoiding further discussion on the matter with her daughter so as not to dampen the mood. "Today’s a day off. Have fun with your friends."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded. Though she eagerly anticipated meeting Aozawa, she ate breakfast at her usual unhurried pace before finally leaving the Phoenix Academy household.

...

Asakusa Pier, a well-known spot in Tokyo, was a bustling mooring for pleasure boats. It was surrounded by ancient temples and modern buildings, creating a unique charm.

Many tourists enjoyed taking water buses from there.

It was not yet seven o’clock in the morning.

Aozawa arrived five minutes early.

He hadn’t brought anything with him. He was dressed in a white tank top and light blue, star-patterned beach shorts, hands tucked into his pockets, appearing at the pier as if out for a casual stroll.

Since confirming their meeting at Asakusa Pier, Aozawa had already asked Phoenix Academy Maggie to prepare a change of clothes for an overnight stay, toiletries, and other such necessities.

When going out, Aozawa’s principle was to carry no luggage if possible.

In his view, traveling with luggage was undoubtedly a tiresome affair.

As he reached the pier, he immediately noticed the superyacht moored there.

The deep blue vessel was sixty meters long. Its bow resembled a shark’s head, and the yacht’s sleek lines flowed smoothly over its three decks.

The yacht rested quietly, exuding an allure like that of an art piece or a jewel, drawing the gazes of many tourists.

CLICK! CLICK! Numerous tourists were taking photos.

Some women, hoping to use their looks to their advantage, attempted to board the yacht but were refused by Mike, who stood guard.

"Teacher Mike."

Aozawa made his way through the crowd.

A smile spread across Mike’s face. "Haha, no need to call me ’Teacher’ now. I’m just a private bodyguard."

"Alright, Mike."

Aozawa’s response made Mike’s smile freeze. Although he had requested it, the other party’s swift acceptance made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He quickly brushed aside his slight awkwardness and chuckled, "Everyone’s here. We were just waiting for you."

"Can’t help it; it takes time to travel by car," Aozawa grumbled. He hadn’t used his Ability to rush; instead, he had dutifully taken the train. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Mike turned and went aboard, notifying the captain they could depart.

...

The yacht’s interior was opulent. This opulence wasn’t about color, but rather a spatial design that, at first glance, felt both incredibly comfortable and undeniably expensive.

"Wow, there’s even a swimming pool below!" Yoshikawa Sayuri leaned over the second-floor railing, looking down at the private swimming pool and exclaiming excitedly.

Ever since boarding this superyacht, she felt her worldview was constantly being refreshed—so this was the lavish life of a young lady.

Beside her, Hojo Tetsuji began to wonder, Could I ever afford a superyacht like this?

Apart from those two, Nomura True Wave sat in the salon area. The sofa beneath her had the perfect resilience—not too soft, not too hard—making her seat exceptionally comfortable. The drink in her hand was exquisite, earning her silent praise.

"Wow, a young lady’s life is really different from ours. What is this drink?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie, sitting opposite her, said casually, "Nothing much, just strawberry juice."

"Liar! Why does it taste different from the strawberry juice I usually drink?"

"I’m not sure either. Maybe there’s a slight difference in the ingredients."

Phoenix Academy Maggie shrugged. She was only responsible for eating and drinking, clueless about the specific ingredients.

Unlike for ordinary people, the food and desserts she consumed either had no additives at all, or if any were present, they were minimal and solely to enhance the flavor.

Because Phoenix Academy Maggie didn’t need to worry about shelf life, she always ate freshly prepared food or desserts. This was unlike commercial products, which had to consider shelf life.

"It’s so nice to be rich," Nomura True Wave sighed. Then, catching sight of Aozawa coming upstairs, she waved. "Yo, Aozawa, you took your time."

"It takes time to travel by car," Aozawa replied. His gaze fell on Phoenix Academy Maggie, and he smiled. "Maggie, you’ve become even more beautiful since I last saw you. Your clothes and curly hair look great."

Phoenix Academy Maggie felt a secret thrill, though her expression remained modest. Before she could speak, Nomura True Wave, beside her, chuckled. "That’s true. You have the dazzling aura befitting a young lady. Just look at this snow-white, silky-smooth skin."

Like an eager salesperson, Nomura True Wave ran her hand over Phoenix Academy Maggie’s shoulder. The soft, smooth sensation brought a mischievous grin to her face as she shot Aozawa a suggestive look.

Phoenix Academy Maggie raised her hand and lightly slapped her. "True Wave, are you some kind of lecherous old man?" she said, annoyed.

"For you, I’m willing to become a lecherous old man," Nomura True Wave declared with mock deep affection, then burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she howled on the sofa.

Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn’t help but laugh out too. Her threshold for laughter was especially low when she was with them. Then, realizing Aozawa was standing nearby, she quickly regained her composure and said earnestly, "Aozawa, if you want something to drink, help yourself from the fridge. There’s juice, and fruit too."

"Hey, I want watermelon!" Yoshikawa Sayuri, hearing there was food, hurried back, raising her hand. "Good morning, Aozawa! Look, there’s a swimming pool out there!"

"I know. A swimming pool is a must-have on a superyacht."

"Wow, does your house have one too?" Yoshikawa Sayuri asked, her expression one of surprise.

Aozawa said calmly, "That’s how it is in the movies."

...

The yacht set sail towards Phoenix Academy Island.

Some footage of the scene was also captured and posted online. A few women directly shared selfies with the yacht, while others commented on the ’superyacht’s’ appearance at Asakusa Pier.

The word ’super,’ of course, matched one of the keywords Takeya Takizawa closely monitored, and the related news was pushed to him by AI.

Takeya Takizawa, a middle-aged man who had risen to prominence in this new era, had, at forty-three, built the Takizawa Group—an entity second only to the six largest financial conglomerates and the Phoenix Academy—primarily through the power of new media.

He knew better than anyone how powerful the exposure generated by netizens could be.

After exhausting all his resources and still failing to gather intelligence on the major financial conglomerates and the Phoenix Academy, Takeya Takizawa had no choice but to turn his attention online, pinning his hopes on the vast netizens.

If fate decreed his failure, he would have no choice but to surrender and watch his empire be devoured by the financial wolves of the Phoenix Academy.

Evidently, fate had not entirely closed off his avenues for success.

Gazing at the luxurious yacht, Takeya Takizawa’s face lit up with an excited expression.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was a private yacht owned by the Phoenix Academy and built by the Royal Dutch Huisman Shipyard.

"Haha!" Takeya Takizawa chuckled to himself. He deduced that Kochou wouldn’t be out at such a time; it could only be her precious daughter. The opportunity for a comeback had finally arrived!