Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

The Morimoto Family's bedroom light was still on.

Lying on the bed and grasping the quilt with both hands, Aozawa was using Catalyst Induction to peer into the lives of those who were covered by this brand of quilt at this time.

There were men and women.

Even doing nothing, this god-like perspective immersed him completely.

BEEP, BEEP. His phone suddenly made a sound.

Aozawa exited the god's-eye view, turned off the light with telekinesis, stretched lazily in place, and began to feel sleepy.

He grabbed the phone from the bedside, tapped to answer the call, and yawned, "Ah, Chitose, do you need something? I was already sleeping."

As he spoke, Aozawa slowly turned on the bedside lamp, revealing a tired expression.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't scrutinize whether he was acting. Just seeing his calm expression, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he hadn't been caught by the KGB.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to check on you." She paused thoughtfully. "By the way, if a burglar breaks into the house, don't try to fight back; just do as you're told."

This advice was given because Morimoto Chiyoda understood that a living hostage was always better than a dead one. But if Aozawa didn't cooperate, it could easily enrage the other party. To be safe, she wanted to remind him beforehand, to prevent the hotheaded impetuosity of youth from causing an accident.

Morimoto Chiyoda was willing to act as an undercover agent for Aozawa against the KGB.

Aozawa caught the subtext in her words. Is she actually worried about my safety? he wondered with suspicion.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't do anything stupid. When will you be back?"

"If nothing goes wrong, I'll be off work at ten. I won't talk more; I'm hanging up now."

"Goodbye."

As Aozawa spoke, he activated his superpower, Catalyst Induction. His phone was the same brand as Morimoto Chiyoda's. With Catalyst Induction, he could learn what was happening to her.

With a tap, Morimoto Chiyoda hung up the video call, put her phone back in her pocket, and stepped out of the room.

Crouching on the chair, Iwaki Kususuke asked curiously, "Who were you contacting?"

"Just checking if the kid at home had gone to bed on time."

"You already have a kid?" Iwaki Kususuke's face was full of shock. He had always thought Morimoto Chiyoda was single; her graceful figure didn't seem like that of a woman who had given birth. Wait, a young married woman?!

Iwaki Kususuke's usually calm heart suddenly experienced strong turbulence.

"A kid I picked up by chance."

"Oh." Iwaki Kususuke's interest waned again. Stroking his chin, he asked, "But are you really that kind-hearted?"

In his eyes, Morimoto Chiyoda was the type of woman who was capricious, lazy, and a bit narcissistic. Aside from her beauty, her personality was worthless. He never imagined she had such a kind heart hidden inside.

"I've always been a person full of love." Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes and continued to watch the surveillance.

...

Worried until ten o'clock, Morimoto Chiyoda did not encounter any assassination attempt from the KGB and finished work smoothly.

She didn't feel relieved, only oppressed. Knowing that a viper was lurking in the shadows was one thing. But not knowing when it would strike, nor how potent its venom might be, was far more terrifying than if the viper suddenly appeared and bit someone. Because the most terrifying thing in the world is the human imagination.

Maybe the KGB isn't as formidable as I imagine, Morimoto Chiyoda mused. But the Shinjuku Kabukicho case, with its fifteen deaths, is a constant reminder. Their methods definitely aren't simple.

Morimoto Chiyoda had a gun and was confident she could kill fifteen armed men. But obvious threats are easier to dodge; hidden attacks are difficult to defend against. Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't always be alert to attacks from the shadows. She could easily get shot in the head while on the road.

She returned to the Ayase Apartment and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Morimoto Chiyoda thought, Maybe I should install some surveillance cameras at home to prevent unexpected incidents.

Morimoto Chiyoda stopped and cautiously opened the front door; the lights inside were still on.

Everything in the living room came into view. She closed the door behind her and locked it.

Morimoto Chiyoda headed for Aozawa's room. Gun in one hand, she carefully twisted the doorknob with the other.

Most of her body hidden by the wall, she opened the door a crack, quickly crouched down, and used her foot to gently push the door open further. Then she slipped inside, her gaze swiftly scanning the bedroom.

The dim bedroom revealed no one else present.

Morimoto Chiyoda breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, maybe I should just resign, the thought flashed through her mind. But she knew her superiors definitely wouldn't approve her resignation right now.

I'll just have to engage in passive resistance and deal with work with a slacker attitude, she decided. Promotion to superintendent, paid leave... I don't even think about those things anymore. Surviving to the end is the real victory.

Morimoto Chiyoda walked to the bedside and looked at Aozawa, who was sound asleep.

His black hair was like ink, and his regular features exuded a tranquil quality, reminding her of how he used to sleep in her arms. He's been a little pervert since he was young, always liking to nuzzle into my chest when he slept, she mused.

Morimoto Chiyoda squatted down. Her right hand moved to caress his forehead but pulled back slowly, afraid of waking him.

After a while, Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't resist her urge and leaned down to kiss Aozawa's forehead.

In that instant, Aozawa's eyes opened a crack, his lips landing directly on her soft ones.

Morimoto Chiyoda's eyes widened rapidly.

Aozawa continued to lie there, muttering, "Braised pork is so delicious!"

Morimoto Chiyoda fumed internally, Does he take me for a three-year-old? That was obviously faked sleep; no one talks that clearly in their dreams!

She mentally criticized him but chose not to get angry, her right hand touching her lips. The sensation of that moment made her heartbeat accelerate, like a girl falling in love.

Morimoto Chiyoda suppressed her pounding heart, leaned down, her smooth cheek against Aozawa's, and whispered in his ear with a voice sultry enough to drag someone into the woods, "A brat is still a brat. You don't even understand the right way to kiss."

She gently bit his earlobe.

That immediately sent Aozawa's blood boiling.

"Chitose!"

He sat up quickly to embrace her, but Morimoto Chiyoda dodged, then delivered three rapid flicks to his forehead.

THUD, THUD, THUD. Morimoto Chiyoda's index finger thumped against his forehead, her willow-like brows knitted as she scolded, "You little rascal! How dare you pretend to be asleep and take advantage of me?!"

Aozawa embraced empty air, his face full of grievance as he said, "Who does things like you? I'm about to explode!"

Morimoto Chiyoda loved seeing his frustrated expression. She raised her hand and knocked on his head again. "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

Aozawa rubbed his head. "You seem a bit off. Did something happen?"

"Nothing at all." Morimoto Chiyoda didn't want to involve Aozawa in her work. It's an adult's responsibility to shield children from the pressures of society, she believed.

Aozawa felt guilty. He knew the Shinjuku case had been mistakenly attributed to the KGB. He was also clear that Morimoto Chiyoda's strange behavior stemmed from her fear that the KGB would make a move against him.

Tomorrow night, I have to clarify that Dio has nothing to do with the KGB, Aozawa resolved. I can't let Chitose live in fear.

"I'm leaving now," Morimoto Chiyoda said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

「The next day, Wednesday.」

Another week was nearly half over.

Aozawa woke up and found he needed to change into a new pair of boxers. It's all Chitose's fault for biting my earlobe last night, he grumbled internally. Not only that, but the memory of her smooth cheek, her irresistible voice, and her red lips were all stimulating the young man's fervor.

He got up, picked up his school uniform and boxers, and walked out of his room.

Opening his door, he saw Morimoto Chiyoda in the living room doing yoga.

That looks incredibly difficult, Aozawa observed. It seems to be the One-handed peacock style. One right hand supported her on the ground, her body suspended in the air, legs spread apart.

Seeing Aozawa walk out with his clothes, she asked, puzzled, "Are you going to take a shower?"

"Whose fault do you think it is? Remember to wash my boxers for me later," Aozawa retorted, rolling his eyes.

Morimoto Chiyoda instantly understood the boy's predicament. Her lips curled up slightly as she tried to hold back her laughter. "Throw them in the washing machine yourself."

At that, she suppressed her smile, inwardly admonishing herself, From now on, I should avoid topics with Aozawa that could easily lead to sparks flying.

Aozawa entered the bathroom, quickly washed himself, dried off, and threw his boxers into the washing machine. He put on clean clothes, stepped out of the bathroom, and went to the washstand to wash his face and brush his teeth.

...

After breakfast, Aozawa ran to school as usual, getting scolded at the school gate by Furusawa Kyoichiro, as always, "Aozawa! Don't sprint at the school gate!"

He had been hearing this since last year. Furusawa Kyoichiro never gave up, even though Aozawa had never run into any student. But in Furusawa Kyoichiro's eyes, rules were rules. One should not disregard the rules simply because no accidents had happened. Once an accident did occur, it would be too late for regrets.

As usual, Aozawa paid no heed, ran for a while on school grounds, and then headed to the Kendo club for practice.

As he opened the door, he sensed that the killing intent in the Kendo club was particularly strong today.

Aozawa asked, puzzled, "Why are you all staring at me like that?"

"It's not just Ayatsuki Ayaka, even Saeko is cheering for you! You damn popular guy! Today, we're definitely going to deliver divine punishment!"

The members of the Kendo club had heard about a certain someone's exploits at the baseball field and unanimously decided they had to take down this popular guy.