Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Aozawa gradually dissipated his power and descended from the sky. He could clearly feel the sensation of shifting from a strong wind to a gentle breeze. Even the wind's speed changed as it swept through the streets, penetrating shopping malls, houses, restaurants, and other such places.

This was different from observing with his Catalyst sensing ability. As a gentle breeze, Aozawa enjoyed an immersive experience. Unlike Catalyst Induction, which always presented a series of images that felt like watching an HD movie. And it was different from Schrodinger's Cat too; when he was in a state of non-existence, he couldn't touch anything. However, as a gentle breeze, Aozawa could flip through the small items in a supermarket and could even brush past a girl's chest.

This sense of freedom captivated Aozawa, and he wandered around for a while before remembering he still had classes in the afternoon. Still in his breezy state, Aozawa used his Schrodinger's Cat ability again. With a thought, the breeze blew towards the campus. There was still some time before classes began, and he didn't rush to return to his original form but instead flew towards the club buildings.

「...」

On the first floor, the Guzheng Club.

None of the three people present were engaged in any activity related to the club's name.

Hojo Tetsuji sat before a low table, pondering how to draw his manga.

Natsuka Yanagimachi leaned against the wall, scrolling through TikTok. Whenever she found an interesting short video, she would share it with Hojo Shouko.

Hojo Shouko was browsing through a romance harem manga.

Although Aozawa-senpai repeatedly cautioned her not to meddle in Hojo Tetsuji's love life, how could she stay out of such an important life event? If she herself had shortcomings, then she should read more romance manga to learn from the experiences and help her brother marry Yoshikawa Senpai. That way, the Hojo family line could hope to continue.

With this thought, Hojo Shouko flipped through a manga called "The Innocent Landlord and the Otherworldly Tenants."

Certain plot points puzzled Hojo Shouko. Why did the male protagonist in the manga fall down so easily? And every time, it was right beside the female protagonist. Constantly using the female lead as a cushion—wouldn't that make her angry?

Hojo Shouko was utterly perplexed.

WHOOSH.

A gust of wind brushed against her cheek.

Hojo Shouko looked up, touched her cheek with her right hand, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. Was that just an illusion? It felt like the wind brushing my face was a hand. And not the hand of a stranger. It seemed like Aozawa-senpai's right hand.

"Summer Flower, did you notice that today's wind feels a bit strange?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi's gaze left TikTok, and she said nervously, "Don't slander people! I didn't fart!"

"I'm not saying the air smells bad, but that the wind feels like a hand." Hojo Shouko voiced her suspicion, frowning. "The wind that brushed across my face just now felt like Aozawa-senpai's right hand."

Natsuka Yanagimachi's mind instantly filled with gossip. She leaned in with a wide smile. "Hehe, you must be feeling that springtime romance again, huh? I've been saying you have a little thing for Aozawa-senpai. 'The wind that brushed past my cheek is Aozawa-senpai's hand~ Ah~'"

Listening to Natsuka Yanagimachi repeat her words in an exaggerated tone, Hojo Shouko frowned slightly and said seriously, "Summer Flower, I'm not lying. The wind just now really felt like Aozawa-senpai's hand."

"How do you know what Aozawa-senpai's hand feels like?" Natsuka Yanagimachi retorted.

Hojo Shouko replied matter-of-factly, "I hand the bento box to Aozawa-senpai every day; naturally, I touch his hand."

Aozawa, now a gentle breeze, had to admire to himself that Shouko's senses were indeed very keen.

"Hehe." Natsuka Yanagimachi chuckled without saying anything, but that smug expression on her face conveyed everything.

Hojo Shouko felt a bit dejected. She really thought the wind just now was like Aozawa-senpai's hand. Could it be, just as Summer Flower said, that she was having these illusions because her mind was preoccupied?

To verify this, Hojo Shouko turned her head and said, "Brother, did you notice anything different about the wind?"

"The wind?!" Hojo Tetsuji looked up, then suddenly smacked his forehead. "Yes, that's it! I'll use these words for the male protagonist's confession: My feelings ride the wind and fly to your side. I like you!"

"Eh?!" Natsuka Yanagimachi looked at Hojo Tetsuji, who had suddenly burst out with the lines towards her, a hint of astonishment fleeting across her face. Was he genuinely quoting manga lines, or was it an indirect way of speaking to her?

"Little Sayuri, please go out with me!" Hojo Tetsuji yelled excitedly, then lowered his head to furiously work again. Inspiration exploded in his mind, plunging him completely into visions of a wonderful life with Little Sayuri.

Hojo Shouko frowned slightly, pushing down the doubts in her heart. She touched her face. She decided she would ask Aozawa-senpai to touch her cheek later to compare. If the touch was the same, it would mean she wasn't hallucinating, and there really had been a breeze that resembled Aozawa-senpai's hand brushing against her face.

Aozawa didn't continue to tease Shouko and slipped out from the gap in the door.

「...」

There's an apt saying: looking at a scene from different angles yields different rewards. Standing on the mountain peak offers the view from the peak; halfway up the mountain has its own view, and so does the bottom of the mountain.

Using his X-ray Ability, Aozawa could peek at what all the girls wore underneath. But such visuals were different from being transformed into a gentle breeze. As a breeze, he was positioned below, his perspective looking upwards. Such an upward gaze added a touch of excitement and thrill.

Occasionally, a gentle puff of wind would lift a girl's skirt, eliciting a startled "Eek!" followed by hands quickly pressing the skirt down. The dark-haired girl's cheeks flushed. She glanced around and, relieved to find no one in sight, continued on her way.

Although Aozawa, as wind, had no fixed face and couldn't show expressions, it didn't stop the feeling of wanting to express amazement. The pure-white teddy bear print was also very cute.

He drifted to the third floor and entered the Manga Club.

High bookshelves lined both sides. At the rectangular table, three girls were gathered, excitedly discussing which outfit Phoenix Academy Maggie should wear to her mother's birthday banquet.

Unlike Aozawa's selective picking, Phoenix Academy Maggie and Nomura True Wave started from the very beginning, looking at each design one by one. Aozawa, watching from the side, instantly understood their method. They had already reached the six hundred thirty-first one.

"This top looks pretty too! Its pattern is complex and mysterious, the light purple won't make her look too mature, and it really suits Maggie," Yoshikawa Sayuri said excitedly.

Nomura True Wave couldn't help but sigh. "No wonder you're hesitating; all these clothes are so beautiful. If it were me, I wouldn't know which one to choose either."

"Yes, wanting to present the best version of yourself is so difficult. I really should have fewer clothes custom-made," Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed lightly. Her vexation was genuine, without a hint of pretense, which was precisely what made it so infuriating to others.

Nomura True Wave playfully grabbed her by the neck, feigning outrage. "Damn it! For that kind of Versailles statement, I ought to eliminate you, this pampered young lady who knows nothing of real hardship!"

Phoenix Academy Maggie, though suddenly attacked, didn't panic. She immediately retaliated by tickling Makoto's sides. "Take that!"

"Haha!" Makoto was extremely ticklish and quickly dodged away, laughing.

Aozawa didn't move, letting her pass right through him.

Nomura True Wave paused mid-step, a hint of confusion on her face as she reached out.

Aozawa dodged upwards.

Phoenix Academy Maggie, seeing Nomura True Wave's puzzled action as she reached out, curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

"No, it's just… I felt like I walked through a gust of wind just now," Nomura True Wave recalled the sensation, frowning deeply.

Yoshikawa Sayuri looked puzzled. "What do you mean 'walked through wind'?"

"How should I describe it? It was different from ordinary wind. It was like a person-shaped gust that enveloped me from head to toe, not just wind on one specific part of me." At this, Nomura True Wave suddenly became extremely excited. "Could it be? Did I just awaken a power?!"

"This punch packs one hundred thousand power!" Nomura True Wave shouted, pounding her fist on the table.

The air hung still for two seconds.

"Ouch!" Nomura True Wave immediately cradled her hand, hopping and wincing in pain.

Yoshikawa Sayuri couldn't help retorting, "Well, of course! You slammed your fist on the table so hard, how could it not hurt?"

"But I really felt it! I passed through what seemed like a human-shaped wind! That sensation… I can't be mistaken!" Nomura True Wave insisted. She was so certain because the wind had swept over her from head to toe, a faint coolness that made her body feel as if it had been submerged in water. It was incredibly comfortable. She couldn't have misremembered it.

"Person-shaped wind?!" Phoenix Academy Maggie's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her gaze sweeping the clubroom, her expression grave. "Maybe Makoto is right. Perhaps there's an invisible person made of wind in this clubroom, watching our every move."

"Yes, that must be it! You damn pervert, get out here right now!" Nomura True Wave yelled, grabbing a nearby chair and swinging it wildly through the air.

Yoshikawa Sayuri joined in, "Come on out! I've already spotted you in the corner!"

Neither of them actually took Phoenix Academy Maggie's words seriously; they were just playing along. These sudden bouts of playful madness were practically a daily routine in the Manga Club. With no one else around, they could goof off however they pleased. As for whether they looked crazy or if it ruined their 'pretty girl' image, that wasn't important at all. Besides, no outsiders were watching. So if they wanted to act crazy, they would. The two of them continued to shout random things with mock seriousness.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sat there, and after a moment of thought, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Aozawa.

"Aozawa, where are you?"

Aozawa, right beside Phoenix Academy Maggie, watched her type the message. He decided to show this young lady a little something only a Superpower User could do.

Aozawa used Schrodinger's Cat to instantaneously return to where his phone was hidden. Without reverting to human form, still as wind, he input the password to unlock his phone, typed a message, and hit send. Simultaneously, he momentarily suspended time, and with a single thought, returned to her side.

As time resumed its flow, Aozawa gently stirred the strands of hair by Phoenix Academy Maggie's ear.