Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 651 - 649: Americans: You Can’t Handle These Artifacts

Tuesday, early morning.

Aozawa was woken up by his phone alarm, and with a swipe of his hand across the screen, stopped the alarm and pushed himself off the bed.

His whole body flipped mid-air and landed in front of the wardrobe.

He opened the wardrobe door and took out Brilliant High School's uniform to put on.

The buzz cut he got earlier had grown out, now looking somewhat long, no longer allowing him to leave the house without combing his hair like before.

After washing up, he styled his hair into a spiky hedgehog look in front of the mirror.

Aozawa glanced at his handsome face, smiled, and left the bathroom for the living room; the beautiful figure was missing from the dining table, but today's breakfast was laid out in front of the serving window.

"Are we having burgers for breakfast?"

"That's right, the weather is starting to cool down, and chances to drink iced beverages in the morning are getting scarce."

As she spoke, Morimoto Chiyoda appeared at the window, wearing a white shirt with three buttons left undone, leaning forward like rice stalks bending under the weight of heavy ears.

Aozawa really wanted to lend her a hand with the weight.

Morimoto Chiyoda handed another burger out of the window.

Since the burgers were homemade, the ingredients were naturally abundant.

Two slices of self-baked bread, with lettuce, grilled Kobe steak, pineapple slice, grilled chicken breast added.

Thick cheese was naturally indispensable.

Just by looking at it, one could tell it's the giant burger type.

One is enough to fill a person up.

He paired it with a glass of icy cold cola.

Morimoto Chiyoda preferred coconut milk.

Aozawa gulped a big mouthful of icy coke; such unhealthy eating habits brought him joy. Then he picked up the massive burger on the plate and took a big bite, leaving traces of grease and cheese on both cheeks.

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, said charmingly, "What a waste~"

She got up, walked over, and cleaned the cheese and grease off his cheeks.

The fragrance filled the air, and the soft touch reminded Aozawa of the mongrel he used to have; every time he hugged it, it would eagerly want a lick.

Aozawa reacted naturally; once Morimoto Chiyoda cleaned up, he wanted to kiss her.

Morimoto Chiyoda nimbly dodged, letting his lips brush past her cheek, the corner of her lip slightly raised, "Haha~"

Her brows and eyes smiled, full of playful arrogance.

"Chitose, that's too much."

"I don't know what you're talking about, just eat obediently."

Morimoto Chiyoda happily bit into her burger.

She enjoyed teasing Aozawa.

...

After finishing breakfast for the day, Aozawa headed to school.

Morimoto Chiyoda tidied up the table and kitchen, with plates and cups handled by the dishwasher.

The tabletop required her to wipe with a cloth.

After wringing out the water, Morimoto Chiyoda hung the cloth back up for drying, then took a tissue to wipe the water off her hands and turned to leave the kitchen.

She hadn't left the house yet when the Bluetooth headset on her ear rang with a phone call.

Morimoto Chiyoda answered.

"Morimoto, you must have watched the Sword Immortal video last night, right?"

"Of course I did, I'm glad you didn't call immediately last night, keep it up next time."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied while walking.

Regarding the Huaxia Sword Immortal video, it sparked a buzz on Douyin, YouTube, and online last night.

The debating netizens were a mixed bag.

Countless stories about the Sword Immortal were spun, claiming kills from miles away at a single thought, sword-riding in the wind, speaking with conviction; but upon checking, they were all novel plots.

There were also hardcore science enthusiasts who delved into the era and style of the outfit worn by the Sword Immortal.

Even the sword transformed by the Sword Immortal triggered a series of debates.

These were the things netizens loved to discuss.

Some countries urged England to return the artifacts they had taken without compensation, instead of shamelessly displaying them in museums.

Some even demanded compensation from England.

Morimoto Chiyoda surfed the web intensely last night.

"Your wording seems a bit strange."

Jack teased Morimoto Chiyoda's words, spun his chair, and again directed his gaze out the floor-to-ceiling windows at Shinjuku.

He hadn't changed his old habit of living at the office even after becoming Director, in a wake-up-and-work state.

"Countries now face one potential issue, whether some special power resides within these artifacts, enhancing their value.

I've heard Kochou called a special meeting on this issue last night, held at the North Wing meeting room of the Honmaru Palace in the Imperial Palace.

The higher-ups urgently discussed, and the conclusion was that they want Japan's Three Sacred Treasures."

Air Force One is currently unclear on domestic artifact handling, involving a tangled web of interests, very complex.

But regarding the cultural artifacts from abroad, all parties have a direct consensus.

First snatch them, then talk.

If you don't wield the stick of Lighthouse hegemony now, then when?

Of course, even if they want to wield that stick of hegemony, they must have a justification; diplomacy before force.

"I just received orders from above, instructing us to assist Frans and Kochou in negotiations to see if we can gain the rights to these artifacts through peaceful means."

Morimoto Chiyoda started the Lamborghini, pausing slightly, "They should know Frans is still in the hospital."

"Director John said, for the sake of national affairs, even if Frans has to sit in a wheelchair, he must go into battle with his injuries."

Jack could only give a wry smile.

He was well aware that they were using Frans's life as a bargaining chip on purpose.

Those people were hoping that during the intense negotiations, a change in Frans's emotions would cause his gunshot wound to flare up, ideally leading to his demise, giving them a reason and excuse to force Kochou to compromise.

If not for this purpose, they wouldn't send an injured Frans to negotiate, as if the United States has no one else available.

The decline of a hegemon takes time.

...

7:50 in the morning, at the Imperial Palace, Sakashita Gate.

After a night of preparations, the ministers, with dark circles under their eyes and more complicated plans, marched into the Sakashita Gate like a charging army.

No longer a scattered force as they were when they first heard the news the previous night, their interest groups had now united, ready to effectively implement their "correct plan" today.

They arrived at the North Wing of Honmaru Palace, the same meeting room as last night, still with the lights on, but the person presiding over the meeting was no longer the beautiful female Prime Minister, but rather the Chief Cabinet Secretary.

"Where is the Prime Minister?"

"The Prime Minister has a guest to meet and cannot be here for now. As for who that guest is, I trust I don't need to elaborate, as everyone knows perfectly well."

The Chief Cabinet Secretary glanced at the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Since the unfortunate passing of the Minister of Finance, the new Minister of Finance belongs to the Prime Minister Faction, and the person replacing the conservative faction leader is the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

This individual has close ties with both political parties in the United States.

Even though Kochou moved the location to the Imperial Palace, significantly isolating external influence,

the content of last night's meeting was still leaked to the United States by those participating in it.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the gaze from the Chief Cabinet Secretary.

He hadn't leaked anything to anyone, merely reported his work as usual.

"In that case, let's begin then."

Takeda Eijiro broke the silence at the scene.

He was among the few who didn't lean towards any political factions, and simply aimed to push for a test plan on a small part of the artifacts based solely on national interest.

Implementing too much at once, in his view, was not conducive to current finances.

The meeting plunged into a war of words right from the start.

...

Meanwhile, another meeting took place at Lian Cui Nan.

On the pale green tatami laid ivory sofas.

Kochou, clad in an exquisite kimono, sat gracefully on a single sofa, her face adorned with a smile, "Professor Frans, I've long admired your reputation.

I never expected that our first meeting would happen under such circumstances.

Hehe~"

She chuckled softly, glancing over Frans and then at Morimoto Chiyoda sitting beside him, clear about the purpose of their visit.

Frans, sitting in a wheelchair, kept his eyes on his toes, not daring to lift his head.

With his fear of the opposite sex, sitting alongside two stunning beauties was sheer torture.

Yet he had to suppress his discomfort, tapping away on the keyboard.

Without looking at the screen, he could accurately type what he wanted to say, pressing enter, and the computer narrated in a cheerful youthful girl's voice:

"Respectable Prime Minister, we came with a clear intent that you're well aware of. The higher-ups wish to study the Three Sacred Treasures."

Kochou reclined a bit, redirecting the conversation, "I heard that Professor Frans consistently argues that Dio is not an Angel Envoy, that a Different World doesn't exist, and it's merely a euphoric criminal possessing a Superpower.

Apparently, you even went to schools to verify this.

If you think all this deception is real, requesting the Three Sacred Treasures for testing seems like a waste of time, doesn't it?"

As the topic shifted, Frans quickly typed, "Prime Minister, I indeed hold this view, including regarding this incident.

I'm increasingly certain that the newly emerged characters and Dio are one of the same, using Transformation Abilities.

Yesterday was Monday; perhaps he acquired a new Ability, inferred from the research institute and swordsmanship as one of levitation capabilities for manipulation."

The incessant clatter of the keyboard filled the air.

Frans wanted to spill all his thoughts immediately, believing that demanding artifacts and conducting various studies were squandering money and time, which could be better spent on enhancing defense, improving public welfare, or speeding up New York's manufacturing revival.

Morimoto Chiyoda felt compelled to remind him, "Professor Frans, you're not here as an individual, and it's not for you to discuss such matters."

Kochou, still smiling, said, "One should always listen to different opinions, not deny someone just because they share a common view."

Frans sighed internally, aware that neither party was taking his comments seriously.

Yet, he was reluctant to discuss the Three Sacred Treasures.

Choosing him for negotiations was truly a mistake by those above.