Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 812 - 803: The Lively Culture Festival

Time quietly slips by, and in the blink of an eye, the eagerly awaited culture festival arrives.

In the early morning, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rings.

Aozawa wakes from his sweet dreams, swiping the screen to stop the alarm.

The room feels a bit gloomy; the scene at six a.m. in autumn is completely different from six a.m. in summer.

After the world cleaned up pollution, this distinction became increasingly apparent.

He gets up, thinking about the things that will happen today, and suddenly feels overwhelmed.

Today, he has no idea who will stand last.

But with his efforts, it shouldn't get too chaotic.

Thinking about those tricky matters, Aozawa takes off his pajamas and puts on his Brilliant high school uniform.

He slides open the bedroom door; the long hallway is lit, and the air is cool.

A tall woman walks out of the kitchen, her black long hair deliberately styled into wavy curls.

She wears a black suit jacket over a white tank top, perfectly wrapping her bust.

Her flat stomach is exposed to the autumn air.

The suit jacket is not buttoned at all.

Morimoto Chiyoda wears fitted black flared pants underneath, outlining her legs while her ankles appear a bit loose.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty~"

Morimoto Chiyoda's voice carries a teasing tone, "I really look forward to seeing which Prince will wake you up today."

"Chitose, don't gloat here."

Aozawa looks resentful.

Since she found out he was playing Sleeping Beauty, she teased him every day, enjoying the drama.

"Hehe."

Morimoto Chiyoda lets out a joyful laugh.

No matter who fails, she can enjoy the loser's expression, that cheerful feeling enough to dilute the sight of someone waking Aozawa with a kiss.

Of course, she most wants to see the young girl fail miserably.

The expression on that face; the thought of it brings her immense joy.

She sways her slender waist, passing by Aozawa, entering the living room.

Aozawa can't help but marvel in his heart; that voluptuous bottom is truly like a juicy peach.

The sensation, only those who experience it will know.

Aozawa's mind ignites with fury, which he must suppress, as he heads to the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth and washes his face, looking at himself in the mirror, noticing his hair seems a bit too long.

Find time to cut it someday.

He leaves the bathroom.

...

Akizuki Residence.

The breakfast is prepared; a fusion of neither entirely Japanese nor Western styles.

The result stems from his mom's love for European and American breakfasts, and his dad's retro tastes.

This leads to daily breakfast featuring Japan's emblematic miso soup.

The famous Japanese dish, Tempura, is sandwiched between two slices of toast.

Cheese is spread on the toast.

Ayaka sits on the stool and calls back, "Iroha, haven't you woken up yet?"

"I'm awake."

The ambiguously paused response comes, different from the usual youthful energy, with a hint of depth.

Ayaka subconsciously stares at the bedroom door.

The door opens, Ayatsuki Ayaka's appearance differs from usual; her dyed blonde hair is tied up, the ends colored like a peacock tail bound together, colorful and vibrant.

A white bandage is wrapped on her forehead, with two dark ink characters "Win" written on it.

Below her white shirt is still the sky-blue pleated skirt; only the school uniform once draped is replaced by a special attack outfit.

Pure white in color, with four bright red kanji "Rambunctious Superior" on the back.

The Spear of Death that Pierces Through is stored in a custom long bag, slung diagonally over her shoulder, the strap draws tightly, making the landscape at her chest appear expansive.

Ayaka blinked and said, "Iroha, as I recall, you should be playing the Prince in Sleeping Beauty. Why do you look like you're in the Lily of the Valley tournament?"

"It's about presence."

Ayatsuki Ayaka deliberately replies in a low and slow voice, "This bandage and outfit embody Saeko and the others' expectations for me.

I'm about to march to my battlefield, and only after winning can I defend the path to glory." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Stop spewing nonsense, hurry and brush your teeth, wash your face, then eat."

Ayaka is too lazy to bother with her; guessing she's been swayed by friends again.

Ayatsuki Ayaka shakes her head, a feeling of loneliness arises within.

Even family, understanding her thoughts is not easy.

"Today is your school's culture festival, we should go have a look."

"Well, usually there's no time."

Her parents' words frighten Ayatsuki Ayaka so much she can't keep up the deep demeanor, she waves her hands quickly: "Dad, Mom, you don't need to come, just take care of your own things.

Since you rarely have time off, you should go out, take a walk, have a date or something."

If her parents attend, it wouldn't boost Ayatsuki Ayaka's fighting strength, but directly diminish it to the lowest.

If she won, she wouldn't dare to kiss him.

If she lost, not to mention.

If Phoenix Academy Maggie or any girls among them woke Aozawa with a kiss, then when she brings Aozawa home later, her parents might remember the festival performance.

The fact she couldn't guard Aozawa's kiss would inevitably be exposed.

Afterwards, they might question why Aozawa ditched such a beautiful girl.

After all, a real kiss on stage; saying there's no affection, who would believe it.

Ayatsuki Ayaka has no intention of informing her parents about Aozawa's affair with multiple girls.

Even using her toes, she can imagine her parents definitely wouldn't agree for her to be with a man who juggles multiple relationships.

She wants to keep it hidden.

"It's your school's culture festival; we haven't attended even once."

"No need, you went to the last sports festival, if you go this time too, Saeko and the others would feel lonely."