Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 782 - 780: Morimoto Chiyoda’s Reluctant Decision

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene became somewhat tense.

No one expected that Hojo Shouko, who appeared to be obedient, would actually refuse.

But Hojo Shouko belonged to the type that is soft on the outside but strong on the inside.

If she thinks something is unreasonable, she won't blindly follow others.

In her view, the three of them are ultimately competitors.

When encountering battles with other contestants, they can choose to help each other, but it doesn't mean they need to live together.

Being too close can easily foster some friendships.

Such a relationship that combines competition and friendship often only exists in anime.

In reality, it's hard to balance the contradiction between the two.

Hojo Shouko doesn't think she can balance it well, so she wants to move out of here.

If a battle breaks out later, will the two come forward to support, or not support?

To Hojo Shouko, there's not much of a difference.

Because unlike the other two, the Heavenly Lock has no obvious weaknesses.

If you have to say it, perhaps it is not as powerful in terms of damage.

But as long as it can restrain the enemy, she won't get hurt.

She came to this conclusion after careful thought.

Jack couldn't persuade her otherwise.

In such matters, the most important thing is one's own willingness, not being forced by outsiders.

Only if you're willing can you cooperate well at that time.

The group continued their discussion and finally reached a conclusion.

Charles and Li Quangui would live together.

As for Hojo Shouko, she would live in a building one kilometer away.

If a battle breaks out over there, the two will come forward to support her.

Conversely, Hojo Shouko would also support the two of them in their battles.

However, Jack thought it was more likely she would be attacked, since she is living outside alone.

Jack fell into a dilemma, wondering if he should stay in the same building with Hojo Shouko.

He knows in his heart that Dio, in the midst of battle, moves people away.

But what if he isn't classified as a regular person by Dio, then what?

Jack isn't like those carefree regular people, willing to gamble their lives that Dio would definitely move them.

He hopes he won't need to trouble Dio and instead hide in a safe area beforehand.

But in such matters, he couldn't bring it up, as it would make him seem cowardly.

Jack was torn between his pride and his concerns while driving Hojo Shouko to her residence.

This was a three-story townhouse purchased by the CIA, with a garage in the front and a small exquisite garden in the back.

Jack parked the car in the garage, got out and said, "Miss Hojo, you'll be staying here for now."

"Got it, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to me, it's best for you to keep your distance."

Hojo Shouko paused slightly before continuing, "I don't look down on you, I'm just afraid that if Dio hesitates when transferring people, it might lead to your sacrifice."

Such a considerate sister!

Looking at the girl standing outside the car, Jack felt a rare pang of regret for being an only child.

If he had a sister, she would probably also be this considerate and sensible.

"Hmm, I'll make sure supplies are delivered to you daily."

Jack felt moved, but didn't stubbornly insist on staying, "If you need anything, just call, here's a translator."

"Got it."

Hojo Shouko nodded, turned, and entered the townhouse.

The ground floor living room was fully furnished, with an open view of the third floor.

The central void made the living room appear exceptionally spacious.

The fridge was already stocked with drinks and ingredients; listening to the sound of the car engine leaving, she glanced at the spacious living room again, lost in thought.

What to do next?

Judging by the time, Aozawa-senpai should be asleep, Summer Flower too, as there were few recent messages.

Feeling bored, she decided to make herself a meal as a treat.

...

Waterscape Platinum Views, top floor.

After a torrential rain, the sky over London had turned from gloomy to clear, with fluffy white clouds appearing in the blue sky, reminiscent of cotton candy with a sweet, tempting feel.

Soro gazed at the landscape outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his brow tightly furrowed.

Two people have already been eliminated.

David was eliminated.

Soro didn't care, but the fact that Will was killed made him feel a sense of kinship with the hunted prey.

Just like Will, he, too, was bound with Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

If he fails in the Holy Grail contest this time, he's certainly doomed.

Judging by the outcome, Treasure Users can withdraw from the Holy Grail contest if seriously injured.

But for those anchored with historical figures like them, they have to die to allow those historical figures to return to history.

This also results in their immortality, with historical figures anchored to them not dying or being eliminated.

It's truly unfair!

Soro thought, why can Treasure Users survive and be eliminated, but not them?

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, Soro's spirit lifted, and he immediately answered, "Hello!"

"Father, the CIA has realized there's a mole inside, and they're relocating the three Treasure Users.

Right now, it's hard for me to investigate."

Hearing his son's words, Soro's expression grew more solemn, and he fell into deep thought.

"Father, do you think we should discreetly inform some well-connected people to help gather information?"

"No need to rush."

Soro shook his head.

He had made many big gambles in his life, but each one was only undertaken when he was helpless or had enough confidence to cover the losses.

Currently, his situation was not yet desperate; he didn't need to risk everything on a slim chance.

"Let's wait for now."

Soro exhaled, "Don't act rashly, wait for my instructions."

"Alright."

With his son's precise response, Soro hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and got up to go to the art collection room.

The door opened silently, and his intended knocking motion was retracted. He stepped carefully into the collection room and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, the CIA has adjusted the residences of the Treasure Users.

It won't be easy to find out their whereabouts quickly; it'll take some time."

"No matter."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang shook his head, unconcerned whether Soro had intelligence information.

With the decision to let Soro gather information, it was merely to give him something to do.

There were many ways Emperor Qin Shi Huang could find out the whereabouts of the three; it was just a matter of whether he wanted to know now.

From the incident with Alexander, it could be inferred that the four Treasure Users had likely formed some level of alliance.

Emperor Qin Shi Huang pondered over the remaining three's abilities, considering who to target next when something happened.

Soro looked at the silent emperor, unsure if he felt disappointed in him, and gritted his teeth, "Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will find the whereabouts of the three as quickly as possible."

"You may go."

Emperor Qin Shi Huang said offhandedly, his thoughts not lingering on such trivial matters as finding people.

Soro exited the room, closing the door.

...

In Tokyo, the dim sky remained unchanged, stars nowhere to be seen. Inside a mansion away from neon lights, Morimoto Chiyo sat in her bedroom, browsing through emails.

The emails listed photo after photo, each with detailed annotations on who the person was, where they were born, their current residence, marital status, what their children were doing, and recent activities.

A series of detailed information appeared on the screen.

In terms of intelligence, the CIA was unrivaled globally.

Morimoto Chiyo reviewed the data, naturally wanting to identify who the remaining three competitors were bound to.

The information on Will, Alexander, and Emperor Qin Shi Huang allowed her to deduce that the other two were also historical figures.

They must be bound to someone in this world to manifest here.

She inferred this from how killing Will caused Alexander to vanish.

While she didn't know what the higher-ups thought about this, her stance was clear: those deceased individuals must not obtain the Holy Grail.

Morimoto Chiyo could easily guess their desires upon getting the Holy Grail – either the revival of former empires or the alteration of past history.

Neither option boded well for the current world.

Thus, after contemplating, she decided to help Hojo Shouko obtain the Holy Grail instead.

She chose not to side with Charles and Li Quangui.

Simply because Morimoto Chiyo believed their weaknesses were as evident as their strengths.

Charles's biggest flaw was lacking long-range and large-scale offensive capability.

That's why David could break through Alexander's army.

While Charles could only be overwhelmed by sheer numbers, his Noble Phantasm had a limited attack range.

As for Li Quangui, close and long-range combat posed no issues, but his defense was notably weak.

Once the Purple Ying Sword left his side, he was vulnerable to becoming an easy target.

However, Hojo Shouko didn't have those vulnerabilities. The Heavenly Lock could both attack and protect, making it a multi-functional Noble Phantasm.

Morimoto Chiyo yawned, picked up the coffee beside her for a sip to refresh herself.

She had exceeded her designated bedtime, but given her recent physical enhancements, she didn't worry about the occasional late night.

Scrolling down, she examined the photos and annotations, contemplating silently.

Time ticked by, and at midnight, Morimoto Chiyo's right index finger paused slightly as she gazed at the fixed photo and information, her eyes narrow.

The man in the photo had a shiny forehead, thinning hair dyed black, wore black-framed glasses, and smiled with a benevolent face.

"Li Cheng."

Morimoto Chiyo muttered, noting that this real estate magnate, notorious for profiting from countless people's hardships, had a peculiar interest in the Holy Grail War.

Yet he hadn't increased his focus after obtaining the information.

This behavior seemed unusual.

Could a ninety-seven-year-old not long for the Holy Grail?

Morimoto Chiyo saw the need to investigate his property in England and picked up her phone, sending a message to Jack, requesting someone be dispatched for inquiry.