Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

The sudden turn of events left the six members of the Dior Salvation Committee in the room somewhat flabbergasted. No one understood why the deputy chairman had suddenly shot and killed the chairman with one bullet.

Kumazo Yasuda's ingratiating smile gradually faded, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes seemed to reveal a cold cruelty.

"It looks like it's time for this farce to end."

Rumi Yoshizawa didn't feel any pain, her expression frozen in shock as she fell to the ground.

"I apologize for startling you, Lord Yasuda."

Dohashi Shinjiro replied before pointing the gun at those who had not yet reacted.

"You traitor!" "Lord Dio will punish you!"

"Shut up! Dio, Dio! You lackeys, stop trying to aggrandize yourselves. Don't think that just because you wrap yourselves in a tiger's skin, you become the tiger!"

Dohashi Shinjiro yelled out the words he had been longing to say, having never held any hope that Dio would appear from the beginning.

Did Dio really need these people's help to take over the country? Those above were simply resorting to desperate measures, clutching at straws in the hope of trying something out.

"Kill them!"

The media personnel present dropped their pretense, each drawing hidden firearms to eliminate them.

Another group headed outside, intending to deal with everyone involved in this incident.

Others began dragging away the bodies on the ground.

Kumazo Yasuda straightened his collar and strode outside. The filming equipment followed him.

"Lord Yasuda, present this incident as a fake video made by AI. You just need to come out and deny it. Here is the script."

Kumazo Yasuda took the script and memorized what he needed to say.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary hurried after him, whispering, "Lord Yasuda, was all this an act with the CIA? With the goal of luring out Dio?"

"You shouldn't ask about things you're not meant to know."

Kumazo Yasuda replied gravely, unwilling to disclose matters the CIA had not discussed with him.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary murmured lowly, "As you wish."

Though he said that, a flicker of discontent flashed through his eyes.

Recently, abnormal events had clearly been occurring within the country.

As the Chief Cabinet Secretary, he hadn't been informed at all; even the financial tycoons operating externally knew more than he did.

But each one of them kept secrets from him as well, unwilling to disclose anything.

Dio. The Chief Cabinet Secretary etched that name firmly in his memory. He was curious: what kind of person could warrant the CIA and the Prime Minister deceiving the public with such an elaborate ploy?

「...」

Aozawa finished Kendo club practice and handed over the sweaty protective gear to a first-year junior for cleaning.

It was common knowledge in the Kendo club that first-year students, having no particular special talents, were responsible for cleaning the protective gear after club activities.

He and the others walked out of the clubroom.

"Did you guys see the news conference earlier?" Kenji Kojima quickly pulled out his phone, his face alight with excitement. "That video was actually made by AI; it wasn't the Prime Minister at all!"

"AI? I thought it was a real video."

"So did I; it looked just like a real person."

"I knew something was off from the start. How could a woman with a watermelon knife hold Kumazo Yasuda hostage? It felt fake. The Prime Minister's residence has impregnable security."

"The AI these days is truly terrifying!"

"It has its upsides too," Kenji Kojima said, swiping on his phone to show images of some very attractive women. "These days, AI-generated art is really amazing. You can't tell the images from real people."

"Oh!"

Once the topic shifted, the boys quickly forgot about the Prime Minister's AI scare and began discussing eagerly.

One said he liked breasts, another preferred legs.

Aozawa glanced over. "You guys really don't get it, still hung up on superficial figures. If you want real excitement, think about relationships. Imagine the woman in this picture is your sister-in-law. And she and her sister are twins."

"Oh, Aozawa, you really get it!"

Kenji Kojima felt suddenly invigorated.

Someone chimed in, "Captain, we don't even have girlfriends. How could we have a sister-in-law?"

As the remark settled, the group turned to look at Aozawa with strange expressions on their faces.

Kenji Kojima asked, "Aozawa, does Ms. Ayatsuki have any sisters?"

"She only has one older sister."

Aozawa replied irritably, "Don't get any ideas. I was just making an example."

They looked unconvinced and teased him for a bit before the conversation shifted to girls in their class or who was having a romantic fling with whom.

At the school gate, Aozawa waved goodbye to them and started walking home alone, naturally unlocking his phone.

His Kendo club practice usually ended at a set time. Through their frequent chats, they would know when he finished practice and left the school gate.

「...」

"Aozawa, did you know? That video was actually fake! I thought it was real."

Ayatsuki Ayaka's text messages revealed a kind of excitement, as if she were waiting in front of her phone, watching for the exact moment to immediately send the message.

Aozawa could even imagine Ayatsuki Ayaka lying on her bed, typing with both hands: "I just heard from the captain and the others. It's so surprising how lifelike the video was!"

"Today's AI is truly frightening! There are also many virtual vloggers I've checked out, and they're quite popular."

Using her two-thumb typing technique, Ayatsuki Ayaka's thumbs flew across the screen before she pressed send.

She wasn't sitting up but was lying prone on her bed, her legs clad in black stockings, idly kicking them in a leg curl motion.

Her large eyes were fixed on the phone screen. She had been chatting for a long time with Saeko and the others about the Prime Minister's video refuting the rumors.

The rapid advancement of AI technology made her worry about the future challenges her vlogging career might face.

She was only a vlogger with five hundred subscribers, a far cry from those with tens of thousands or millions. Despite this, she believed her concern for the industry wasn't about subscriber count; it was a right shared by every vlogger.

Her phone chimed, and Ayatsuki Ayaka looked at the message from Aozawa.

"Are you interested in the vlogging industry because you want to be a vlogger?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka's eyes widened in surprise. Aozawa is so smart! she thought, surprised he could deduce her interest in vlogging from just that one comment.

Ayatsuki Ayaka hurriedly typed back with her thumbs, "No, I was just thinking out loud."

She didn't want to reveal her identity as a vlogger. There was something embarrassing about it, like showing someone a cringey notebook from her middle school days. Especially since her subscriber count was pitifully low. Ayatsuki Ayaka worried Aozawa might laugh at her. One day, when she became a big-time vlogger with hundreds of thousands of subscribers, then she could boastfully tell him. And then, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she'd comfortingly say, "Darling~ even though I'm famous now, I still love you. So, you can only love me!" Hehe!

Imagining that scene, Ayatsuki Ayaka got so excited she started rolling around on the bed.

「...」

"Alright, let's not talk about this now."

Aozawa sent this message to Phoenix Academy Maggie, ending their conversation, and then closed the app.

His chats with Ayaka and Maggie were limited to the walk from school to his front door.

His current situation was unique, and he had to allocate his time wisely.

Aozawa turned the knob and called out, "Chitose, I'm home."

"Mm."

Morimoto Chiyoda was busy in the kitchen, only her slim back visible to him.

Her oversized deep purple T-shirt concealed her ultra-short shorts, making her long legs appear as white as ivory.

Morimoto Chiyoda tasted the soup and found it good. She turned off the induction cooker and turned around, "Wash up, let's eat; we're having seafood soup tonight."

Aozawa closed the door, walked to the kitchen island, and sat down. "Chitose, did you see that video today?"

"Oh, I saw it."

Morimoto Chiyoda, using a towel in both hands, moved the clay pot onto a thick towel placed on the kitchen island, avoiding any scorch marks.

She released the pot and smiled, "The AI these days is truly unnerving; the videos look so real."

"That's true. There was quite an uproar in the classroom after school today; everyone was talking about it. By the time I finished Kendo practice, word was that it was an AI-generated fake, and the creator of the video had supposedly been arrested."

Sitting on the high stool, Aozawa chuckled. "Do you have any inside information to share? I want to brag to my classmates tomorrow."

"No, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," Morimoto Chiyoda replied truthfully.

The commotion didn't last long. AI-generated videos could deceive most ordinary people. However, for netizens immersed in conspiracy theories and for the leaders of various countries, this incident couldn't be so easily dismissed.

"Chitose, you've changed. You used to tell me about these things. Now you're acting more like a police inspector."

"Yes, the work environment can change a person."

Morimoto Chiyoda served Aozawa his meal.

When she was at Ayase Police Station, she mostly slacked off and muddled through her days, rarely thinking about major issues.

Since joining the special task force and bonding with them, she had gradually developed a desire to take her work seriously.

Perhaps it was the feeling of finally having found companions. For someone as all-around competent as Morimoto Chiyoda, a deep chasm separated her from ordinary police inspectors and even those who fancied themselves elite. It was a chasm of talent and of mindset. Those selected for the special task force were, without exception, the crème de la crème. There was Katerina and Kitanotake, with their monstrous physical abilities; Iwaki Kususuke, the computer expert; and the quick-witted Emily. Even Ito Otome, whom Morimoto Chiyoda disliked, was a medical genius. Miyaji Yosuke and Okayama Buji might have seemed a bit lacking within the task force, but at a local police station, they were individuals who could definitely hold their own.

"It's good that you like your current work environment."

"Liking it doesn't matter; some things are bound to change."

Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged. Given this fiasco, the current Police Director could forget about keeping his position. According to intelligence from Emily, the United States was directly interfering in the selection of the next Police Director. An American would soon renounce their citizenship, become a Japanese national, and then assume the role of Police Director. This individual was supposedly very assertive, and the special task force's days might not be as relaxed as before.