Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 694 - 692: Aozawa Running

"Maggie, what are you doing?"

An audio message plays from the phone, pressed against her pale ear. Phoenix Academy Maggie likes playing voice messages from Aozawa this way, giving her the feeling that he's leaning close, whispering softly.

The girl stands in front of the master bedroom wardrobe in the presidential suite, her golden hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a loose bathrobe, overwhelmingly white, yet not as white as her skin.

The belt is casually tied, immediately creating a sense of dimension around her chest.

The young lady's firmness is never hidden by any loose clothing.

She walks in a pair of plush slippers, completely covering her pale toes inside, indicating she's just finished a bath.

"I finished sparring with Mike, fifty-six matches, sixteen wins after that, just finished my bath to relax, will have dinner later and then handle reports related to the second round of trials."

Phoenix Academy Maggie sent a long voice message in reply.

She has a habit, when Aozawa types, she types too.

When Aozawa sends a voice message, she replies with a voice message as well.

Perhaps Aozawa is also putting her voice to his ear, listening intently. Imagining that scene, Phoenix Academy Maggie's lips curled up as she opened the wardrobe door, looking to select a comfortable pajamas.

"Is that so? I'm about to have dinner too, the food prepared by the hotel is really nice."

Because it was close to her ear, Phoenix Academy Maggie could hear Aozawa's voice sounding a bit hurried, as if he'd just finished intense exercise or was currently engaged in it.

"Aozawa, your voice sounds a bit off."

"Ha~ hiss!"

Aozawa was about to send a voice message when unexpectedly that happened, like Gan Ning's hundred riders raiding Cao's camp, tightly wrapped from head to toe.

His body tensed suddenly, then slowly relaxed. His right hand patted Morimoto Chiyoda's head, signaling her not to exert too much force, then re-recorded the voice message, "Didn't I get enhanced in Alaska State? So I wanted to test out how much I improved, currently doing ultra-high speed running."

The message was sent. Aozawa's gaze turned to Morimoto Chiyoda, giving her a glare.

"Woo woo."

She made that kind of indistinct sound.

Her eyes twinkled with excitement, evidently pleased with herself for the little stunt she pulled.

Aozawa smiled bitterly inside, trying to be cautious and not reveal any issues.

He jumped to the chat interface with the class leader.

...

"Alright, let's stop chatting, I'm going out to eat."

Ayatsuki Ayaka hid in the restroom, quietly sending a voice message.

If she squatted any longer, Saeko and the others outside might think she was constipated.

"Okay, I'm almost done too."

Receiving Aozawa's somewhat hurried reply, Ayatsuki Ayaka was impressed, thinking how — as expected of the kendo club captain — he was so disciplined.

Returning to the hotel, he immediately began high-intensity physical training.

Unlike her, who, even knowing her physical abilities had greatly improved, didn't actively train but just followed the hotel's arranged tests, roughly knowing how strong she was now.

She could now, at full effort, punch a hole in the wall.

Of course, not the whole wall crumbling into debris, but producing a basketball-sized cobweb-like crack.

If it hit a person, a normal person would be smashed to pieces with a single punch.

And then... she hadn't practiced much.

Practicing those things didn't seem as fun as chatting with Saeko and the others.

Ayatsuki Ayaka was immersed in the state of boastful chit-chat with her girlfriends, unable to extricate herself.

She opened the restroom door and walked outside.

Miyahara Kaoru was sitting in the single-seater sofa in the living room, reclining with crossed legs, two black stockings squeezed together so sheer and shiny, "Iroha, did you fall into the toilet?"

16 minutes!"

"Haha, Kaoru, don't say embarrassing things out loud!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka scratched her head, preferring to admit she was constipated rather than admitting she was chatting with Aozawa, to avoid being accused of forsaking friendships for romance.

You could tell at a glance that she was hiding in a restroom stall chatting with Aozawa.

They sat, not responding in any way, scrutinizing her with a probing look.

Ayatsuki Ayaka felt herself shrinking rapidly, her tanned cheeks quickly showing a pleasing smile and said, "It's getting late, let's hurry to the restaurant for dinner. I wonder what's delicious tonight.

The steak at noon was truly delicious!"

She clumsily shifted the topic.

Takahashi Saeko chuckled, "Yeah, I quite enjoy eating French snails."

"I find steamed bass quite nice, tender fish paired with delicious fish soup, it's truly a delicacy."

Tama Chan chimed in, taking over the topic, making Ayatsuki Ayaka feel restored, grin happily, and leave the room with the three of them to head to the hotel restaurant.

...

Tokyo Imperial Hotel has thirteen restaurants and three bars, mostly located on the seventeenth floor.

The four-girl group likes to go to the buffet restaurant.

Thanks to various forces funding their board and lodging from behind, the buffet here is luxurious by world standards, enabling them to quickly enjoy dinner without waiting.

Ayatsuki Ayaka steps into the restaurant, soft lighting pouring over exquisite dishes.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night falls, Chiiyoda District doesn't have Shinjuku's colorful lights, the buildings are generally not very tall, making the nighttime lights appear monotonous, like a peaceful yet sumptuous painting unfolding before their eyes.

Ayatsuki Ayaka withdrew her gaze, picked up a plate, and started piling on meat, meat, more meat.

She's a typical carnivore, not fond of vegetables.

Takahashi Saeko can't stand her being picky, piling a bunch of spinach on the surface of her meat.

Ayatsuki Ayaka immediately pulled a face, muttering, "Saeko, you're like a nanny, always forcing veggies on me!"

"Balanced nutrition, you can't just eat meat."

Takahashi Saeko replied.

Ayatsuki Ayaka gave a snort and, with lightning speed, scooped up the most hated natto of Takahashi Saeko and dumped it onto her plate.

"What are you doing?"

"This is also nutritional balance!"

Takahashi Saeko showed a disgusted expression and tried to pick away the natto that Ayatsuki Ayaka added.

Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly stirred it, letting the fragrance of the natto blend into the delicate Western dish.

Takahashi Saeko almost wanted to throw away her plate; she really couldn't stand the smell of natto, nor Ayatsuki Ayaka's gleeful pride, so she immediately scooped a spoonful of natto into Ayatsuki Ayaka's plate.

"No, please!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka showed a look of despair, then quickly scooped a spoonful of natto into Miyahara Kaoru's plate.

This one didn't show any dislike; in fact, she was a bit happy, because Ayatsuki Ayaka had personally given her natto.

Tama Chan quickly moved her plate away, not wanting to get caught up in the mutual harm among sisters.

But it was too late.

Takahashi Saeko blocked her retreat.

Ayatsuki Ayaka was responsible for putting the natto into her plate.

The two cooperated with perfect understanding.

Tama Chan could only glare at the two of them fiercely, but she didn't say no.

After all, everyone ended up eating with a bitter face.

Except Miyahara Kaoru.

Sometimes Tama Chan wondered if as long as Ayatsuki Ayaka gave it, even if it were a pile of crap, Miyahara Kaoru would probably happily eat it.

Okay, that's a bit nauseating.

Tama Chan looked at the natto in her bowl, feeling quite queasy, decided not to think about that image.

...

The four carried their plates to an empty spot in the restaurant and sat down.

From here, they could see the scenery outside the window.

Ayatsuki Ayaka also saw the familiar annoying person, only compared to the previous six girls.

Iwasaki Misa had noticeably more people around her, now there were eight.

Five boys and three girls.

The previous six girls who followed her had disappeared, including the long-faced girl who claimed the hotel was the residence of celestial beings.

"Did they have a falling out?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka quietly inquired.

Takahashi Saeko thought of the scene from the morning and shook her head, "No, she was eliminated.

In the morning she was crying and pleading, begging the staff not to make her leave, being dragged away by the Self-Defense Forces."

"I remember now, she was still shouting there, 'I want to see Master Iwasaki! I want to see Master Iwasaki!'" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Miyahara Kaoru mimicked the expression and tone of the long-faced girl, then quickly shrugged, "I wonder if she's still waiting down there now?"

"Eh? Is that so."

Ayatsuki Ayaka suddenly realized but didn't feel any sympathy for the long-faced girl.

Her kindness was conditional on the other party not doing anything she disliked.

For those who looked down on her friends, she wouldn't have a shred of sympathy for whatever situation they encountered, only felt they deserved it.

Who told them to look down on her friends.

"This girl called Iwasaki is not a good person either."

"Yeah, to her, subordinates are disposable, she just wants to advance further in this experiment."

Takahashi Saeko calmly analyzed.

Ayatsuki Ayaka sighed and said, "Not all young ladies are like that, I still prefer Maggie."

"True, as a friend or from a superior's perspective, she's quite competent."

Takahashi Saeko, staying in the Imperial Court Retainers, also had a more profound understanding of Phoenix Academy Maggie.

Unlike other bosses, Phoenix Academy Maggie is the type who will back you up if you follow her instructions and something goes wrong, rather than blaming her subordinates like others would.

"Yeah, I feel closer to Maggie now, she doesn't even stop me from calling her Maggie anymore, but she still won't call me Ayaka."

Ayatsuki Ayaka pouted, feeling the young lady was still too distant.

She cut the meat, forked it, looking at the stringy natto, a flash of disdain crossed her tanned cheeks, but she still braced herself as she opened her mouth to bite down.

"Ugh."

The unpleasant taste assaulted her taste buds, making her facial features scrunch up.

"Haha."

Takahashi Saeko laughed, yet had to face her own plate of natto.

She hated natto the most.

Natto, in Japan, is a polarizing food; those who like it won't miss it in any meal.

Those who dislike it feel it's like a pile of crap just from the smell.

Under Ayatsuki Ayaka's gaze, she and Tama Chan grimaced as they ate the natto and meat.

Sisters who don't eat natto together are not good sisters.