Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 793 - 790: Class President: My Noble Phantasm Is Out of Control

The wind in Shinjuku was a bit noisy.

Aozawa walked down the street, with quite a few billboards on both sides of the tall buildings already switched to messages related to the alternate world.

For example, there were movies about to be released, anime, and some merchandise related to magical artifacts.

Although some treasure users prefer to stay behind the scenes, wanting to be unsung heroes, there are other treasure users who love the spotlight and are willing to do advertisements, act in movies.

They brush up their presence in front of the public, trying to experience the feeling of a superhero.

Apart from the ads and merchandise, the bustling streets seemed unaffected by Aozawa's influence.

The passing crowds were no different from usual.

Aozawa suddenly stopped, looking at an excavator digging a foundation.

Arakawa Reina also stopped, turned to look at the construction site, and after a moment, she said, "Mr. Aozawa, what's so interesting about this?"

Earlier while shopping, Arakawa Reina could feel Aozawa's gaze lightly hovering over her chest.

But when they walked to the construction site and looked at the excavator, she found Aozawa's gaze was even more focused than when he looked at her.

But to her, the construction site seemed like a very ordinary, boring scene, with no apparent joy to it.

"Oh, nothing."

Aozawa turned and said, "Let's keep walking."

If you asked what was interesting about an excavator digging a foundation, Aozawa couldn't really say, he just instinctively wanted to stop and watch for a while when he saw the scene.

But after watching for a while, if someone asked him what was interesting, he'd just say nothing.

Arakawa Reina blinked, not understanding his thought process, but still followed his steps.

...

In the name of comparison shopping, Arakawa Reina planned to browse all the malls in Shinjuku.

So, she hadn't picked the right furniture all morning, scribbling down furniture prices in a little notebook to compare later and see which was cheaper.

At noon, she took Aozawa to a Western restaurant for lunch, where the decor was elegant.

There was a fountain pool in the middle, and a piano beside it, with someone playing delightful piano music.

The restaurant's atmosphere was elegant and romantic, steaks paired with wine, under the gentle piano music, the two had a wonderful lunchtime.

Arakawa Reina put down her knife and fork, got up to leave, and the ring on her index finger suddenly glowed slightly.

Almost invisible threads suddenly shot out, slicing the table.

A snapping sound broke through the piano music, and the restaurant table was neatly cut into eight pieces, the empty plates on it crashing to the floor with a crisp sound.

At the same time, Aozawa felt a refreshing coolness, as his pants underwent a little surgery courtesy of the Thousand Transformations·Cross Tail.

"Sorry, Mr. Aozawa, I think my magical artifact went out of control."

Arakawa Reina showed an appropriately panicked expression, her hand quickly covering the ring, but consequently, she couldn't hide her eyes, so she could only stare at the tear in Aozawa's pants.

Aozawa wanted to give a round of applause, praising Arakawa Reina's acting skills.

If the magical artifact wasn't one he made, he probably wouldn't have known she was acting.

The magical artifact he made didn't have a concept of losing control. If Arakawa Reina hadn't intended for it to happen, the Thousand Transformations·Cross Tail wouldn't have acted on its own.

Not to mention, the threads had precisely cut his pants without grazing his skin.

"It's okay, even if the magical artifact goes out of control, it's not your fault."

Aozawa calmly let her look a bit longer, then pulled the tablecloth over as an apron, tying it around his waist.

Arakawa Reina didn't further use the Thousand Transformations·Cross Tail to tear off the tablecloth. If the artifact went out of control once, it was explainable, but if it continued, it would be hard to explain clearly.

Moreover, the thrill of such an event is in that brief moment.

Slicing Aozawa's pants suddenly, revealing a glimpse, already left Arakawa Reina quite satisfied. She swallowed, instinctively tightening her legs.

She really didn't know what it felt like to taste chicken.

The restaurant manager quickly rushed over, looking at the scene in front of him with a bewildered expression, he asked, "Guests, are you hurt?"

"No problem."

"We're really sorry, it's all the restaurant's fault."

The manager looked at the table's cut, very tidy, smooth as a mirror.

If someone tampered with the table, then why would they do so?

The manager was full of confusion, not knowing the situation, much less how to ask the guests for compensation.

Under such circumstances, not holding the restaurant accountable already made the manager feel grateful.

"It's fine."

Arakawa Reina shook her head, "We'll compensate for the table."

"Oh, we couldn't possibly accept that, no need."

The manager waved his hands, feeling this lady was truly well-mannered.

Arakawa Reina maintained her firm stance, "We must compensate."

"Alright then."

The manager feigned difficulty as he agreed.

Aozawa wrapped the sauce-stained tablecloth around himself and walked out.

Standing beside Arakawa Reina, it gave a sense of inconsistency.

Because Arakawa Reina's outfit today was too exquisite, like a lady attending a high-society evening party.

"Mr. Aozawa, let me buy you a suit later."

Arakawa Reina expressed her next intended action.

She wants to buy a set of clothes for Aozawa, so that he can wear the clothes she bought to attend tonight's banquet, and even go home.

In that home, all of it is probably filled with things bought by Morimoto Chiyoda, and now mixed in with a piece of clothing she bought.

The color of that home is no longer purely Morimoto Chiyoda's.

Now it has her color, too.

Arakawa Reina feels happy about these things, but she also knows that her hobbies are somewhat different from normal people's.

However, as long as she doesn't expose it, she's just like any normal girl.

"Okay."

Aozawa nodded in agreement.

...

Shopping until dusk, Arakawa Reina finally decided which furniture store to buy from.

It's the store they visited first, with the most agreeable prices.

This act virtually exposes her intention of wanting today to be a date.

Yet Arakawa Reina just doesn't make it explicit.

The vague ambiguity stands between the two, and Aozawa doesn't expose it either.

He thinks that if she likes ambiguity, then they should continue being ambiguous.

There is fun in revealing, and also fun in leaving things unrevealed.

The tension and anticipation of not knowing when that layer of relationship will be pierced is worthy of savoring.

The two take the train to Chiyoda District, get off at Hanzomon Station, and outside a black extended Bentley is waiting for them.

The driver is a young man.

The two sit in the Bentley, rushing toward the Imperial Palace.

Since all forty-eight Noble Phantasms have been distributed, the CIA and the Prime Minister have led Tokyo's nine Treasure Users to decide to gather at Toyomei-den in the Imperial Palace and plan Japan's defense.

Dio's intentions are clear: the Dread Emperor and other Angel Envoys will not abandon this world.

Once there's a monster invasion or Angel Envoy arrival, who should stand up?

These are problems that need consideration.

The two arrive at the Imperial Palace, guided by the Prime Minister's Aide into Toyomei-den.

Dandelion-like chandeliers hang from the ceiling.

The hall appears very spacious, enough to host a banquet for over a thousand people.

In the middle are dining tables topped with various delicacies, from Western cuisine to Chinese, Japanese dishes, everything is available.

On the east side, there's a music room with a large orchestra performing gentle music.

The two are the last to arrive.

The other seven are already there.

It's just that their attention differs.

Ayatsuki Ayaka has long known Aozawa accompanied Arakawa Reina shopping and buying furniture today, but she didn't expect Arakawa Reina to be dressed so exquisitely.

A pink strapless fitted dress perfectly showcases her figure, unlike her simple school attire, beautiful enough to astonish Ayatsuki Ayaka.

Phoenix Academy Maggie is focused on the fact that the two actually came together—is today a date? How far has their relationship reached?

Morimoto Chiyoda notices Aozawa's clothes.

Before leaving, this wasn't the outfit.

The light green long-sleeve top paired with dark green sports pants are things Morimoto Chiyoda has never bought.

Even if the two went to a hotel, it wouldn't entail changing clothes; Morimoto Chiyoda narrows her eyes, planning to ask detailed questions upon returning.

Hojo Shouko is even more shocked.

Morimoto Chiyoda, Phoenix Academy Maggie, Ayatsuki Ayaka weren't enough, now he's actually accompanying Arakawa Reina?!

She has no choice but to grab a pastry from the table, silently taking a bite to soothe her inner shock.

"Aozawa, you're so late."

Hojo Tetsuji waved his hand, breaking the quiet atmosphere at the scene.

Aozawa mentally gave him a thumbs up, feeling pressured under all those prying eyes.

"Hmm, helped the class monitor pick out furniture, came a bit late. How's your manga?"

He hurried forward to find a topic to chat about, at this moment there's no better choice than to hang out by a friend's side.

Hojo Tetsuji smiled brightly, "I feel like inspiration is pouring out, there's so much plot to write.

I am ready to advance into Koshien, to defeat the Demon King!"

"How do you associate Koshien with the Demon King?"

Aozawa teased, glancing at Sunaga Takashi standing beside, feigning curiosity, "Is that your Noble Phantasm?"

A sword hangs at Sunaga Takashi's waist, he nods, "Yes, this is Murasame."

Speaking of which, those calm eyes seem to be burning with fire, his tone somewhat eager, "When you have time, we can spar a little."

Sunaga Takashi very much wants to defeat Aozawa in the Sword Dao, proving he's reached a higher level.

"Haha, let's talk about it when there's time."

Aozawa laughed.

In the crowd, Phoenix Academy Maggie finally responded, her mother is not involved in this gathering, handing over affairs for her to handle.

She is no longer thinking about how far Arakawa Reina and Aozawa have progressed but rather says, "Now that everyone's here, let's discuss the defense of Japan and the world."