Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Golden hair at her temples fluttered in the wind, as if someone had lifted it with their hand.

Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly reached out to grab at something beside her, but the cool breeze dissipated from her fingertips; she found nothing.

The lifted hair at her temples gently fell back into place.

At the same time, Aozawa replied to her message.

"I'm resting at the secret base. Do you need anything?"

Looking at this message, Phoenix Academy Maggie touched the hair by her right ear, a hint of confusion on her delicate, doll-like face.

Could the wind just now have been a coincidence?

She looked up at the electric fan and sighed softly.

The timing of Aozawa's reply clearly showed that he had responded immediately after reading, with no delay.

If there really was a person formed by wind, and it was Aozawa, it would be impossible for him to send a message at the same time as lifting my hair.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to see if you were still alive."

She tapped 'send' with her finger.

Although she had learned about the Different World from her mother and knew of Griffith, the Angel Envoys, Monsters, and the death of the Marine Corps ace Mountain Tiger, she still hadn't let go of her suspicion toward Aozawa.

Perhaps it was a tinge of unwillingness in her heart.

It made her want to test Aozawa whenever she encountered something abnormal.

Even though she knew such tests had no basis.

Moreover, as long as Aozawa wasn't willing to admit it, and she couldn't find concrete evidence, she couldn't prove his involvement in that series of events.

With the Misawa group incident, Phoenix Academy Maggie couldn't confirm whether Aozawa had used that ability to make people obey to control Ono Taro.

Because such seemingly outlandish behavior wasn't at all outlandish in Ono Taro's history.

Things like forcing his subordinates to assault his own sister, killing his parents when they tried to intervene, defecating in public and making passersby eat it, or forcing an elderly male neighbor to watch him bathe.

Ono Taro had done them all; his thought process was not that of a normal person.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed and didn't reply to Aozawa's message.

Next to her, Nomura True Wave stopped her antics and said with a smile, "Maggie, you look so sentimental. Could it be that you and..."

"Pause!" Phoenix Academy Maggie shouted. Out of caution, she didn't want to discuss anything related to Aozawa right now.

"It's almost time for class. Let's go to the classroom."

She quickly stood up, grabbed Nomura True Wave by the shoulder, and pushed her towards the door, urging, "Quick! Quick! Let's not be late."

"No worries, it's still early. We have ten minutes; there's no way we'll be late," Nomura True Wave said, shaking her head.

Phoenix Academy Maggie still pushed her out of the Manga Club room.

Aozawa didn't stay there either; he floated out of the window.

He flipped over the school building, then whistled downward, entering the woods. The leaves on the branches rustled as he passed.

After circling around, Aozawa returned to his original spot and deactivated his Element Replacement ability.

He transformed back into a human of flesh and blood, clenched his fists, and stomped his feet, allowing himself to adjust to his current human form.

Aozawa bent over to pick up his phone and turned to walk towards the school building.

「Later...」

PITTER-PATTER.

Light rain began to fall from the sky, and umbrellas opened one after another in front of the club building.

Aozawa and the other Kendo club members headed outside.

In Tokyo, during the rainy season, it wasn't surprising for it to rain at any time.

To be prepared, carrying an umbrella was clearly the most sensible choice.

Unlike office workers, students disliked transparent umbrellas, preferring colorful long-handled ones instead.

Department Head Ishigami Kenta said, "The date for this year's Jade Dragon Flag tournament has been set. It will be in early August."

"Early August, huh? I never thought I'd actually look forward to a competition one day."

"Because we have a chance to win!"

"By the way, Aozawa, will your stamina hold up?"

"Don't worry, I'm the enduring type," Aozawa replied confidently.

HA HA.

The others let out a knowing chuckle, the topic quickly shifting from passionate team spirit to risqué banter.

"Captain, did you last long last time?"

"You guys are so annoying! I already said it didn't go that far." Ishigami Kenta wore an exasperated expression. His last date with Takahashi Saeko had just been a meal; holding hands was the most thrilling thing they'd done.

They hadn't even kissed.

To think he had sneakily taken his dad's backup condoms in case things escalated, only for his dad to find out he'd returned them unused, leading to ridicule.

Ishigami Kenta felt depressed just thinking about it.

"Haha, you really can't take advantage of an opportunity when it's handed to you."

"She didn't bring it up, so I couldn't just suggest we go rest at a hotel, could I?" Ishigami Kenta retorted, his cheeks flushing. He then turned to Aozawa and asked, "You've already done... that sort of thing, haven't you?"

"No." Aozawa shook his head. "So far, we've only kissed."

"Hmph, you're really taking it slow."

"Captain, you don't even have anyone to kiss, yet you have the nerve to laugh at my pace?" Aozawa's remark hit home, and the other boys looked dejected.

When they reached the school gate, Aozawa waved. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah," the others replied.

Aozawa lived in Ayase Apartments, which wasn't on their way, so he walked home alone.

「On his way home...」

The rain gradually grew heavier.

Watching the rain outside his umbrella, he thought that if he became wind, he could fly into the sky and disperse the dense dark clouds.

He could also carry this annoying rain away.

If he transformed into electricity, perhaps he could artificially create booming thunder.

He could randomly strike down those who swore oaths to the heavens, fulfilling their wishes that liars be struck by lightning.

Imagining the scene, Aozawa smiled. He walked back to his apartment entrance, closed his umbrella, shook off the rainwater, and then entered the building, taking the elevator to the sixth floor.

He opened the door and said, "I'm back, Chitose."

"Welcome back," a sultry voice responded. Morimoto Chiyoda turned her head, a smile spreading across her face.

Aozawa said in surprise, "Chitose, you rarely say 'welcome back.' You're being so gentle today."

"You brat. I greet you nicely, and you're still not satisfied?" Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes at him. Her sudden desire to show a softer side was purely because the image of Dio seemingly ascending to Paradise earlier that day had been truly terrifying.

It made Morimoto Chiyoda feel the urge to cherish the present moment.

If the world was nearing its end, was there really any point in planning for a distant future?

This was a consideration Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't ignore.

It was a harsh, unavoidable reality, much like the issue of garbage.

Developed countries often export their domestic waste to developing ones.

Do those developing countries want foreign trash?

Of course, they do.

Many people scramble for it, all for a chance to gain opportunities for development from the developed nations.

The ships that deliver the garbage can't return empty; they might as well take something back, like local specialties or other goods.

Yet, developing countries mostly lack the capacity to manage the leftover garbage, which pollutes their land, rivers, and environment.

But the future is too distant.

For those countries, their immediate concern is how to ensure their citizens have enough to eat today.

If people won't even survive until tomorrow, what's the point of talking about the future?

Similarly, with the possibility of an impending apocalypse, the decades of life Morimoto Chiyoda had planned for herself and Aozawa could completely go down the drain.

Perhaps it was better to live for the moment.

However, Morimoto Chiyoda hesitated. Overturning her long-held principles wasn't a decision she could make lightly.

For now, she needed to seriously consider if the situation would truly deteriorate to that extent.

"Aozawa, have a drink with me."

"No problem." Aozawa answered with a smile, then asked curiously, "Chitose, did something happen today?"

"It's nothing. I just saw a very spectacular sight that moved me," Morimoto Chiyoda said, not revealing the specifics of her work.

She didn't want Aozawa to know too much; it was better for him to remain ignorant and continue living as he was.

If nothing catastrophic happened, that would be for the best.

Morimoto Chiyoda recalled the satellite images provided by the CIA.

The clouds had gathered at high speed, compressed to a certain point, and then suddenly exploded outwards.

The impact of the dispersing clouds was shocking. What did it represent?

That was unclear.

Beneath the explosion, there was no trace of Dio, no unusual patterns.

It wasn't even possible to determine if Dio was responsible.

"What kind of spectacular sight was it?"

"A scene indescribable in words. It's adult business; don't ask too many questions." Morimoto Chiyoda popped open a can with her finger and handed the beer to Aozawa, her eyes seemingly veiled in mist.

This made Aozawa understand what 'eyes as gentle as water' meant, stirring a restlessness in his heart. He lifted his beer can. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Morimoto Chiyoda raised her can and clinked it against his.

「After dinner, the rain outside had stopped, visible from the balcony.」

Aozawa began his usual nightly run, continuing until he reached the familiar small park. Panting, he crouched down, touched the cool ground with his hand, and used Catalyst Induction to survey his surroundings.

After confirming no one was around, he entered the small grove of trees and used Schrödinger's Cat, his body becoming translucent.

With a thought, he arrived in bustling Shinjuku.

Multicolored neon signs flickered, making Shinjuku's night vibrant and colorful.

The streets were crowded, the people unafraid of potential returning rain.

Aozawa scanned the lively scene in front of Shinjuku Station. After a moment's thought, he decided to use a combination of old and new methods to gather intelligence.

First, he used his Transformation ability to take on Dio's appearance, then landed in a deserted, shadowy alley.

Aozawa was accustomed to such shifts from bustling to quiet and felt no particular emotion. He used his Element Replacement ability to convert the moisture in his body into electricity.

CRACKLE! SPARK!

The surging electricity crackled, and his body adapted, transforming into a corresponding electrical elemental lifeform.

The red dots appearing in Aozawa's mind were far more numerous than when he had transformed into fire, so dense they could make someone with trypophobia faint on the spot.

In modern society, people's daily lives are inextricably linked to electricity.

Aozawa chose a red dot, dove directly into it, and then, attached inside, used Catalyst Induction to gather information about the surroundings.