Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 515 - 513: Chitose is More Formidable than the Divine Capital_1
The next day was Sunday.
Ayatsuki Ayaka unusually didn’t sleep in but woke up at six in the morning.
It was already light outside; the summer sun always rose a bit earlier than in winter.
She had woken up early for a reason. For their first trio date, setting aside the topic of conversation, the key point was her outfit. She had to showcase her tough Hot Girl charm and not show any weakness.
Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly stripped off her pajamas and removed her gear as well.
She strode to her desk, opened a drawer, and took out a tattoo sticker. It wasn’t one with patterned designs, but with text.
"Love Dies Flowing."
She propped up a mirror, looked at her chest, and affixed the four characters onto her front, ready to put on her clothes afterward.
Out of curiosity, Aozawa will undoubtedly want to steal a few glances and then guess what the characters say, she thought. The combination of Chinese characters and my chest boasts an allure that no man on earth can resist.
After applying the sticker, she put on her gear and checked herself out. She had applied them straight, perfectly covering half of the characters for "love" and "flow."
She rushed to her wardrobe and pulled out a tank top to pair with ripped jeans that just covered her hips.
Following Saeko and Maru’s advice, she knew she couldn’t surpass Morimoto Chiyoda in terms of mature charm. Her only option was to overtake on the curve by pushing the cool and flashy Hot Girl style to the max.
Raising high the banner of the rebellious Hot Girl, contending against the charming allure of mature intellect.
Only then could she stand a chance.
Dressed and ready, the tank top just swallowed the lower halves of "death" and "heaven."
The blood-red, fragmented Chinese characters on her wheat-colored chest, like a ruin buried in black soil.
They incited a desire to explore.
Ayatsuki Ayaka, all dressed up, combed her hair which was tinged gold and colorful at the tips, and tied it into twin tails. She adorned it with skull and cute heart-shaped hair accessories.
She ran out of her room and, after brushing her teeth and washing her face, returned to stick three colorful, pentagonal stars on her cheek.
They were arranged in order from large to small, below her left eye.
Then came four ear cuffs on the left, three on the right, all shaped like screws, metal rods, and squares, oozing with a metallic style.
Ayatsuki Ayaka applied her smoky makeup, looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, nodded, then applied a bold lipstick before stepping out of her room.
Ayaka, seeing her sister’s Hot Girl outfit, asked curiously, "Are you going out on a date today?"
"Yeah, no need to cook for me at noon."
Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded, glancing at the breakfast on the table before starting to eat.
Ayaka was very curious about what her sister’s boyfriend was like. But she didn’t ask. Even if she did, she wouldn’t get an answer.
Ayaka lazily leaned on the sofa, tapping on short videos with her index finger.
There was another war going on in the Middle East.
But Ayaka didn’t care about those things, just sighing at the thought, The world is such a chaotic place, before swiping to the next video.
The date was set for eight o’clock sharp, at the entrance of the Garden Shrine in Shinjuku.
Usually, shrines aren’t built in the center of the city, but the Garden Shrine clearly broke that notion.
The entrance to the Garden Shrine was flanked by two modern buildings, with verdant large trees planted in between, where a flock of cicadas resided.
In the sweltering weather, as soon as pedestrians approached the natural wood-colored torii gate, they could hear the sound of the cicadas and feel the cool breeze blowing from inside the shrine.
A stone tablet inscribed with the characters for Garden Shrine stood in front of the left torii gate.
The center of the torii pathway was purposely blocked to prevent people from entering through it.
It was said that only gods could walk the path in the middle of the torii.
Ayatsuki Ayaka waited at the intersection, carrying a small bag with a chain that looked like it was made of white bones, and the bag itself was black with a blood-colored skull.
As a Hot Girl, Ayatsuki Ayaka possessed a variety of Hot Girl-style outfits.
Since becoming a fashion blogger, she hadn’t made much money; in fact, she had lost quite a bit investing in clothes. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
This is an investment for the future, so it’s not a problem, Ayatsuki Ayaka would tell herself.
She stood outside the torii, checking the time—ten minutes to go.
A slight commotion suddenly erupted on the street; Ayatsuki Ayaka instinctively turned to see who was causing the stir among the men.
Morimoto Chiyoda was approaching.
She had bound her long black hair with a hairband, letting it drape casually over her shoulder. Her outfit was very ordinary—or rather, it epitomized the chic style of a young wife.
She wore a pure white dress with orange flowers embroidered along the hem, a white purse in her right hand.
That simple outfit, coupled with her beautiful features and the mature allure that naturally radiated from her—not deliberately released, but simply exuding like a splash of water that, if thrown against the wind, is bound to get you wet.
This enchanting quality seemed to be etched into her very bones, exuding with every move she made.
Aozawa walked beside her holding an umbrella, shielding her from the sunlight pouring down from the sky.
Ayatsuki Ayaka was stunned. As a fashion expert, she knew all too well that making such a simple ensemble look so effective required an incredibly strong foundation and charisma.
A pleasant scent of perfume wafted towards her on the breeze.
Morimoto Chiyoda smiled, "Iroha, sorry to have kept you waiting."
"No, it’s fine."
Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly shook her head, feeling rather deflated. I’m sorry, Maru, Saeko, I really am a useless Hot Girl. I was supposed to overpower her with my aura, but the moment I met her, I felt like I was about to beat a hasty retreat in defeat. What a waste of this rebellious Hot Girl look.
Aozawa was captivated by the allure of the fragmented kanji and didn’t manage to start a conversation in time.
Morimoto Chiyoda laughed and said, "Iroha, you look really great in that outfit, truly worthy of the fashion blogger I expect you to be."
"Hehe, after all, it is a date. I did dress up with care," Ayatsuki Ayaka smiled.
Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at her chest and asked curiously, "Hey, what are those characters? Let me have a look."
"Sister Chitose, please don’t joke like that." Ayatsuki Ayaka’s cheeks turned red, and she covered her chest with both hands. She hadn’t thought there was anything to it, but Chitose’s comment suddenly made her feel very shy.
Morimoto Chiyoda stepped forward, draped an arm over her shoulder, and chuckled, "Iroha, it’s not just me who’s curious. Even Aozawa is very curious, practically itching to peel it back and have a look!"
"Sister Chitose, please don’t say things like that." Ayatsuki Ayaka blushed furiously, too embarrassed to even glance at Aozawa.
Aozawa stood beside them, playing the role of the umbrella-holding assistant. He blinked, his expression a bit dazed, feeling as if both his lines and his role had been stolen by Chitose.
He watched them talk and laugh.
I had thought that among the three of us on this date, one of them would be the odd one out, Aozawa mused. But looking at the atmosphere now, I really want to grab a mirror and see if I’ve grown a bright red nose and hair overnight. The Clown left out turned out to be me... And it could only be me.
Aozawa sighed internally and resignedly accepted his fate.
Entering the natural wood-colored torii gates, Morimoto Chiyoda naturally walked in the middle, with Aozawa following behind. Only Ayatsuki Ayaka abided by the rules, walking along the side.
She looked at the two in the middle, thinking they were unaware of the tradition, and couldn’t help saying, "Sister Chitose, it’s said that the middle path in the shrine is meant for the gods. We should walk along the side."
"The gods haven’t spoken, so they must not mind me walking this way." Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged, displaying a casual smile.
Ayatsuki Ayaka expressed her concern, "Sister Chitose, it’s better to be safe than sorry with these things, especially with creatures from a Different World appearing, and that Saint Heir from New York. Everyone says he was shot hundreds of times, turned into a pulp, and then miraculously brought back to life by a god. It’s so amazing!"
"Iroha, don’t worry about it. Chitose is even greater than the gods." Aozawa found the perfect moment to join the conversation, only to be hit on the head with a bag by Morimoto Chiyoda, who gave him a disdainful look and said, "Hold the umbrella properly, and don’t say disrespectful things about the gods in the shrine."
A look of utter confusion spread across Ayatsuki Ayaka’s face; she couldn’t tell if Sister Chitose truly believed in the gods or not.
And Morimoto Chiyoda enjoyed making others unable to fathom her thoughts. She swiftly switched to another topic, "Iroha, I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t checked out your fashion videos for a while. How’s the traffic?"
"The stats are great! If the trend continues, I expect to break through the five-thousand-subscriber milestone after school starts." When it came to her career as a fashion blogger, Ayatsuki Ayaka instantly seemed quite elated.
In her view, achieving five thousand subscribers by the end of the vacation would be a significant step forward.
Upon hearing this, Morimoto Chiyoda reached up and patted her head, smiling. "That’s really wonderful. I always knew you had the potential to be a fashion blogger."
"Hehe, I think so too." Ayatsuki Ayaka’s eyes curved into crescent moons with her smile, and then she asked curiously, "Sister Chitose, have you studied massage before?"
"Hmm, I know a thing or two about the pressure points on the human head," Morimoto Chiyoda replied with a smile. Because she often rubbed Aozawa’s head and wanted to ensure his comfort, she had specially trained herself in the killer technique of head pats.
Her fingers expertly located the pressure points on the head and pressed them gently, rendering the person under her hand powerless to resist.
Iroha was completely tamed by Chitose.
Aozawa, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted. This should be a good thing, right? At least I can avoid one major cause of turmoil in my potential harem.
Morimoto Chiyoda, as she stroked Iroha’s head, sighed to herself. Iroha is indeed a good girl. If it had been Phoenix Academy Maggie, that young lady wouldn’t let me touch her head so casually. Our interactions would be fraught with tension, not this ease where a few words are enough to draw her to my side. I can hold her in the palm of my hand and mold her as I please.
Upon seeing Ayatsuki Ayaka’s attire, Morimoto Chiyoda immediately understood that Iroha had come with the intention of competing with her. Takahashi Saeko’s instigation was undoubtedly behind it. Unfortunately, never mind Takahashi Saeko; even if Zhuge Liang himself were here, he’d have to wave his hand and admit defeat.
Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t think this because she looked down on Iroha. On the contrary, I quite like Iroha’s genuinely innocent character; it’s relaxing to be around her without needing any scheming. Ever since I realized I couldn’t handle him alone, I’ve wanted to pair Aozawa with Iroha. Let them develop to that point, to share some of the pressure for me.
As she thought this, she felt a slight twinge of sourness. Am I being too generous?
Morimoto Chiyoda was suddenly a bit conflicted.
