Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

The next day, early in the morning.

It was still dark when Morimoto Chiyoda woke up. She stretched lazily, extending her long legs over the end of the bed.

HOO.

Morimoto Chiyoda exhaled and didn't linger in bed. She got up straight away, letting the thin blanket fall back onto the bed.

She took off her semi-transparent nightgown, revealing a bikini-like set of underwear beneath.

The fabric was minimal, yet not completely absent.

The way it just barely covered her made her figure seem even more enchanting.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't get dressed but instead picked up a hairband from the vanity. She casually tied her long hair into a ponytail and strode outside.

The cool air brushed against her skin.

When she got to the living room, that thrill in her heart peaked.

Even though she knew that Aozawa wouldn't wake up at this time, she still imagined such scenarios.

If that door suddenly opened and Aozawa, wearing only boxer shorts, saw her like this, it would be hard for him to restrain his youthful vigor, and he might pounce like a hungry wolf. In that spark-ready-to-flame situation, the living room sofa would become the battlefield soaked in passion.

Of course, Morimoto Chiyoda thought these things not because she had a penchant for exhibitionism or for being dominated.

To qualify as a "penchant," one would need to entertain such thoughts in front of anyone.

She didn't; it was merely a kind of fanciful indulgence in the interplay between men and women.

She satisfied her spirit through the fantasies in her mind.

Morimoto Chiyoda put on a white apron, ready to prepare that day's breakfast.

While frying eggs, she also put four slices of bread in the toaster, washed four lettuce leaves, fried four slices of bacon, and melted some cheese.

When the toast was ready, she first spread cheese on one side of the bread. She then added lettuce, bacon, and the fried egg in order. Finally, she closed it with another slice of cheese-covered toast and cut it diagonally, creating that day's sandwich breakfast.

Then, she opened a packet of coffee and brewed it with hot water, placing it on the kitchen counter.

After finishing breakfast, Morimoto Chiyoda untied the white apron and returned to the bedroom to change into a pink yoga outfit.

She went back to the living room and began her regular morning yoga routine—or rather, the exercise that stimulated the circulation of youthful blood.

「...」

The cozy breakfast time passed quickly.

Aozawa left home first, heading to school.

Morimoto Chiyoda was not in a rush. After completing her skincare routine, she sprayed on some pleasant-smelling perfume.

She liked the fragrant version of herself and soon left the house, locked the door, and took the elevator down to the lobby.

A light rain had started outside the apartment, and the slice of sky between the tall buildings seemed particularly gloomy.

Eh, I really don't want to go to work.

A thought common to all workers flashed through Morimoto Chiyoda's mind. And like all workers, despite her reluctance, she still had to open her umbrella and embark on her journey to work.

By the time she reached Okubo Station, the drizzle had stopped. The clouds turned white, but the sun was still out of sight.

Morimoto Chiyoda casually twirled her compact umbrella as she walked towards Hisamatsu Apartment.

The summer stirred the boys into action. Their hormones were especially lively.

This had led to her daily routine of rejecting the advances of college students every morning.

But Morimoto Chiyoda didn't dislike this routine.

She enjoyed being mistaken for a university student; it made her feel young and closer in age to Aozawa.

Morimoto Chiyoda arrived at Hisamatsu Apartment and climbed the stairs to the second floor. She raised her hand to knock on the door, and someone quickly approached from inside.

The wheat-colored door opened, and the tall Katerina nearly filled the doorway. "Good morning, Morimoto."

"Good morning, Katerina."

Surprised, Morimoto Chiyoda asked, "How come you're the one opening the door today?"

"Okayama is off today."

Hearing this, Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't help but complain to Emily in the living room, "Why don't I get a day off?"

"You want to spend more time with your little lover, so you only want weekends off, right?"

"You didn't give me the weekends off. Besides, he's not a lover; he's my future husband."

Morimoto Chiyoda corrected Emily's words and sat down on the couch by the coffee table.

Katerina poured her a cup of tea.

To accommodate those who had not worked overtime the night before, the task force would have a morning meeting every day to briefly report on the previous day's developments.

Emily put down her cup of tea, licked the milk froth off the corner of her mouth, and said, "Last night, another sixteen people were taken out by Dio. Three of them were sons of the Iwasaki family, the Mitsui Family, and the Sumitomo family. In a high-end Roppongi club, in private room 0306, each was inflicted with twenty types of diseases and died within minutes. The other thirteen, either Yakuza or sudden offenders, were also afflicted with more than ten diseases. No critically ill patients have been cured. Dio is likely trying to distribute all the diseases in his possession to complete some sort of ritual."

As she said this, Emily placed a box on the table and opened it, saying, "These are pills I had someone refine. Supposedly, taking them over a long period can make a person achieve immortality. Who's interested in trying one?"

"I feel that this kind of good stuff should be reserved for the team leader," Morimoto Chiyoda said.

She dared not consume the so-called immortality pill that could supposedly turn a person into a sage.

The existence of Superpower Users made her theoretically believe that there were people capable of concocting such pills, but such people might not be found by the task force.

"Aren't any of you interested?" Emily asked, still not giving up.

All the others shook their heads.

"You don't appreciate what's given to you. One pill won't kill you," Emily muttered, reached for a pill from the box, and popped it into her mouth, crunching a few times.

Morimoto Chiyoda asked curiously, "How is it? Do you feel a warm flow into your abdomen?"

After swallowing the pill, Emily shook her head and said, "No. It tastes quite good, like eating chocolate beans—crispy and a little sweet."

Morimoto Chiyoda showed a surprised expression and asked, "You're not really planning to eat this regularly, are you?"

"Of course not. That one pill just now has already proven that the immortality pill is fake."

Emily already knew before eating that the pill could be a fake, but this single pill had cost thirty million yen to produce.

Not to take even a bite seemed too wasteful.

Now that she had eaten it, she could almost conclude that the pill was indeed a fake.

She decided to give up on trying to use these pills to ascend to immortality. Next time she encountered Dio, it would be better to ask if he had any hints. His silence, leaving her to guess, presented too many possible directions, and she had no idea which path was correct.

As this thought flashed through Emily's mind, she quickly dismissed it and moved on to the next topic, saying in a serious tone, "Now I have a dilemma, and I hope you guys can give me some advice."

Morimoto Chiyoda showed a curious expression and asked, "What dilemma?"

Emily's face showed a trace of struggle as she said, "Recently, there has been a group of right-wing politicians clamoring for the Police Director to step down, right? He urgently needs to produce results to stabilize his position and is pressing me to submit the information soon. I just happen to have something that could be treated as an achievement for him, but the case involves the CIA's arrangements, and I'm not sure whether I should report it."

The reason was simple. Emily was investigating Dio by interviewing those who had been cured to find out if there was anything special about them. Unexpectedly, she learned of a familiar name: Rumi Yoshizawa.

This person had been consistently posting about Dio online and was privately seeking out those cured by Dio, wanting to conspire with them for a major event.

Nowadays, any information regarding Dio on the internet was kept under close surveillance by the CIA.

Under such circumstances, the fact that Rumi Yoshizawa could keep posting indicated there was implicit permission from the CIA behind it.

With a bit more investigation, Emily made a discovery. After Rumi Yoshizawa was released from prison, she was, as Emily had anticipated, even more deranged—but to an extent beyond Emily's imagination.

This woman was no longer satisfied with committing crimes; instead, she aimed to establish a Dio-led empire.

She proposed an outrageous plan, persuading patients cured by Dio to storm the Prime Minister's residence with her.

Most people were sensible and immediately rejected the idea when they heard it.

However, according to her research, some of the younger patients were indeed swayed by Rumi Yoshizawa's insane plan.

The Dio Salvation Committee now had twenty-three members.

It was said that Rumi Yoshizawa had begun considering the purchase of firearms to prepare for rebellion.

"Just twenty-three people can hardly stir up any trouble," Kitanotake couldn't help but scoff. "This is Japan, not some small African country. Did they think that with just a couple dozen people, they could meddle in the supreme authority? They probably wouldn't even get through the door of the Prime Minister's residence."

Emily earnestly said, "The key is the attitude of the CIA. If they are willing, those twenty-three people could hold the Prime Minister hostage and force him to cede his position to Dio in front of the media."

Morimoto Chiyoda crossed her legs and said with a smile, "Isn't that interesting? If Dio agrees, then we wouldn't need to investigate him every day; we could work face to face instead."

"That's the crux. I'm afraid this plan might have the CIA's tacit approval." Emily took a sip of tea. Her hesitation about whether to report it stemmed from the fact that this ludicrous plan indeed had a chance of being tacitly approved by the CIA.

If successful, it would force Dio out of the shadows to take direct control of the country.

Even if it failed, it wouldn't matter. If Dio didn't show up, dealing with the Dio Salvation Committee would only take a few minutes.

At that point, the Police Director would have to step down.

The new Police Director would undoubtedly be very assertive, the type who would want to make a mark, and might interfere with the normal functioning of the task force.

Capable people tend to trust themselves more than others.

Emily disliked being micromanaged.

"What do you think, should I report this to the Police Director and let him deal with the Dio Salvation Committee?"

Everyone fell silent.

After pondering, Morimoto Chiyoda picked up her tea and said with a smile, "Compared to Dio possibly taking up a government post, changing the Police Director shouldn't be a big deal. Why not let them try it? The Public Security Division isn't talking, the CIA isn't talking, so why should we?"

Emily's frown slowly relaxed as she sighed, "Yes, that's worth a try, to see if they can really make it that far."