Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

June 17, Saturday.

At half-past five in the morning, Morimoto Chiyoda didn't need an alarm clock to wake up on time. Her biological clock rarely allowed her to sleep until six. She usually woke up at five or half-past five—as long as she didn't stay up late, she was even more punctual than an alarm clock.

Today was Saturday, but not a day of rest.

The whereabouts of Tritium remained unclear. Dio's movements had also become unpredictable, forcing them to actively collect various pieces of information. Reports of acquaintances disappearing were coming in daily from all over Tokyo. Heaven only knew whether it was the work of Dio, some other force, or if the individuals had simply left Tokyo of their own accord.

Activity in the Different World also demanded attention. Recently, large ferocious beasts had attacked people in Tokyo, leaving only claw marks and the victims' blood at the scenes. These attacks were suspected to be the work of a new Superpower User. The variety of intelligence gathered by the special task force made Morimoto Chiyoda feel as if Tokyo were on the verge of doom. Yet, when she looked away from the reports, Tokyo remained the same old city. This proved that Tokyo hadn't exactly been peaceful in the past; it was just that many incidents occurred outside her purview.

Morimoto Chiyoda stretched lazily, sat up, and slipped off her light nightdress. She didn't put on yoga clothes, opting for a bit of coolness as she boldly stepped out of the bedroom.

She knew Aozawa wouldn't wake up early unless it was precisely six o'clock. The boy was a very sound sleeper. This gave her half an hour of free time. During this period, it wouldn't matter even if she walked around the house completely naked. But that was still too revealing, so she kept to a minimal level of dress.

Walking into the kitchen, Morimoto Chiyoda draped a white apron over herself and began preparing breakfast. What to have had been decided the previous night: double servings of banana strawberry pancakes paired with fruit juice cocktails.

After preparing these, Morimoto Chiyoda wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to head back to the bedroom. She changed into her yoga outfit. Cooking breakfast in it would easily make her sweat, causing the already thin yoga clothes to become somewhat transparent. She worried that Aozawa, with his youthful ardor, wouldn't be able to handle seeing her in such a state.

Morimoto Chiyoda played a yoga tutorial on her phone, keeping the volume low to ensure she wouldn't wake Aozawa before six. She began her yoga practice, following the tutorial. She could do it without the tutorial, but she enjoyed listening to music and synchronizing her yoga to the rhythm.

At five past six, Aozawa opened his bedroom door. "Good morning, Chitose."

"Mhm," Morimoto Chiyoda hummed in response, bending over to display the perfect curve of her peach-like bottom.

Aozawa controlled the urge to perform the 'Thousand Years of Death'. He turned and headed towards the washroom.

A tinge of excitement coursed through Morimoto Chiyoda as she felt his gaze, but she didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she continued her yoga practice.

After washing up, Aozawa sat on a high stool. He donned a disposable glove on his right hand, picked up a strawberry banana pancake, and took a bite, savoring its soft, sweet taste. He then took a sip of the fruit juice cocktail—a mix of juice, honey, ice, and fruit pulp—relishing the refreshing, sweet flavor that spread through his mouth.

"Delicious."

Aozawa gave a simple, unadorned compliment. He wolfed down both pancakes and guzzled the cocktail until only ice cubes remained.

Contentedly burping, he stood up and said, "Chitose, I'm off to school."

"Have a safe trip."

Aozawa nodded, picked up his backpack, and headed for the door.

Morimoto Chiyoda, having finished her yoga routine, also got up. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, applied skincare products, and then changed into her outdoor clothes: an oversized emerald-green T-shirt, hip-hugging denim hot pants, and silver fishnet stockings that reached her knees. She put on her Doc Martens and holstered her gun at her waist, not worried about anyone seeing it. Her bust was generous enough. When wearing such an oversized T-shirt, it created the illusion of her being somewhat heavy. However, those seemingly bulky areas were just empty space, effectively concealing the gun's outline.

Morimoto Chiyoda, now fully dressed, stepped out of her room, sat on the high stool, and leisurely finished her strawberry banana pancakes and drank the fruit juice cocktail. She placed the cups, plates, frying pan, and other used items into the dishwasher. They could be taken out clean in the evening without a problem. Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Morimoto Chiyoda aimed for the trash can and tossed the wadded paper; it landed neatly inside.

She walked out the door to begin her day's work.

「…」

Ninomiya Sayoko was a Middle Ninja Level operative from the Shinobu Introduction office. She excelled at infiltration, investigation, and assassination. She often used her beauty to gather intelligence or exploited her natural feminine vulnerability to make targets underestimate her, thereby completing her missions. As one of the few Middle Ninja Level operatives currently without an assignment, she was tasked with gathering intelligence on Morimoto Chiyoda.

Twenty-five million Yen was no small sum. The target was a female police inspector. Ninomiya Sayoko was confident. In her view, the people at the Metropolitan Police Department were all incompetent fools. With just a slight ruse, she could make them dance in the palm of her hand; gathering information would be even simpler.

Ninomiya Sayoko disguised herself and waited below Ayase Apartment, ready to follow Morimoto Chiyoda to work.

At 7:06 AM, Ninomiya Sayoko spotted Morimoto Chiyoda coming downstairs. Her client hadn't provided a photo, only a single clue: "The target is the most beautiful woman in Ayase Apartment."

Ninomiya Sayoko initially thought this clue was a bit vague. But the moment the woman walked out the door, Ninomiya Sayoko immediately knew the client's words had been extremely precise.

This woman must be Morimoto Chiyoda!

Even Ninomiya Sayoko, who always prided herself on her beauty, had to admit that this woman's looks were a notch above her own—truly irritating!

While Ninomiya Sayoko had these thoughts, she wouldn't let such emotions affect her work. She discreetly sized up Morimoto Chiyoda, preparing to follow her to her workplace and see what she was up to today. However, judging by her outfit, she didn't look like she was going to work at all. She wasn't wearing a police inspector's uniform but was in casual clothes.

Ninomiya Sayoko trailed behind, catching a whiff of a pleasant perfume that made her wonder.

Dressed like this and wearing perfume… could this inspector be secretly involved in some extracurricular business?

This discovery excited Ninomiya Sayoko. To get involved with a woman of this caliber, she must wield considerable power! Uncovering dirt on important figures is one of my favorite pastimes. Perhaps this information could come in handy someday. I hadn't expected this job to come with such an unexpected bonus!

Ninomiya Sayoko followed the woman to Ayase Station, where she saw her turn towards the restroom.

Going to the restroom right after leaving home?

A flicker of doubt crossed Ninomiya Sayoko's mind. She waited outside for a few minutes, then it hit her. Wait a minute! Why hasn't she come out yet? Could their transaction be happening inside the bathroom? Playing it pretty wild, aren't they?

She didn't continue to wait outside but instead entered the women's restroom. The women's restroom at Ayase Station wasn't large, just four stalls side-by-side. The indicator for the middle one showed it was occupied.

Ninomiya Sayoko opened the nearest stall.

A gun was pointed at her.

"I imagine you recognize what this is." Morimoto Chiyoda's voice was accompanied by a smile. "If you think you can move faster than a bullet at this distance, feel free to try."

When she left the house, she had already noticed someone was following her, but she hadn't made a move, instead luring the pursuer here.

"Wh-what are you talking about? I just need to use the toilet. If it bothers you, I can just wet my pants," Ninomiya Sayoko stammered, her face a mask of panic.

Morimoto Chiyoda's expression didn't change. "Your disguise technique is quite good. Too bad you ran into me. Don't move your hands. If you want to experience having your chest blown open, I don't mind obliging."

Ninomiya Sayoko fell silent.

This woman definitely isn't joking, she thought. Despite her smile, her eyes are ice-cold. Only someone who has killed can have such a ruthless gaze. If I make a wrong move, she'll definitely pull the trigger. To die for twenty-five million Yen... my life seems a bit too cheap.

"Who asked you to follow me?" Morimoto Chiyoda asked.

Ninomiya Sayoko remained silent.

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled. "Well, it can't be helped. I'm a kind person, and interrogation isn't my strong suit. So, I've decided to hand you over to someone who is skilled at it. I hope your lips can remain as tight as they are now."

「…」

「Hisamatsu Apartment, 201.」

Morimoto Chiyoda rang the doorbell.

DING-DONG. The door was quickly opened by Okayama Buji. Emily's complaining voice wafted from the living room, "Morimoto, you're late for work! You're staying late today!"

"Emily, I have a good reason for being late," Morimoto Chiyoda said, pushing the handcuffed Ninomiya Sayoko into the house. "If you want to blame someone, blame her."

Okayama Buji glanced at the captive, puzzled. "Is she KGB? International Intelligence Bureau? Mossad? Military Intelligence?"

"Hold on! Stop with the guessing game," Morimoto Chiyoda cut in. "I need to know why she was following me. We need an expert in interrogation to question her."

Upon hearing this, everyone present quickly turned their gazes to Ito Otome, who was sitting in a corner.

Ito Otome took a sip of her red tea, her expression icy. "How rude of you all. Torture? I don't do anything of the sort. I'm merely proficient in medicine. I understand how to dissect a person's body while they remain conscious, paralyzing certain parts so they cannot move excessively, yet ensuring they don't completely lose the sensation of pain. This is modern medicine, absolutely not cruel torture."

Ito Otome's words made Ninomiya Sayoko turn pale with fright. Is this woman a living King of Hell?

Ito Otome stood up, gazing at Ninomiya Sayoko. Her usually cold face showed a rare touch of gentleness as she softly asked, "Have you ever seen your own internal organs?"

"She's all yours," Morimoto Chiyoda said, giving Ninomiya Sayoko a push. Ninomiya Sayoko's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, shouting, "Don't try to scare me! I'm not easily frightened!"

"Excellent. I adore courageous young women," Ito Otome said leisurely, pulling white gloves from her pocket and donning a surgical mask. Her eyes were chilling as she ordered, "Okayama, take her to the room. I want to open up her abdomen first and see if her courage is truly so great."