Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 638 - 636: Monday Free Flight

September 11th, Monday.

Early morning.

The screen of the phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

Ding ding, an alarm clock icon danced on the screen, waking Aozawa on the bed. With a swipe of his forefinger, he silenced the alarm.

Aozawa woke up, familiar characters appeared before his eyes.

Superpower: Free Flight.

In your heart, fly freely~

Aozawa instinctively recalled that song, then suddenly realized that it had been many years since it was popular.

As a song, to still be remembered by people years later for a single line of lyrics, it was clear how much that song influenced him during his youth.

Aozawa stretched lazily, then flipped out of bed.

He activated the Free Flight ability, feeling as if a stream of air spread from his chest to his hands, making him clearly feel his hands becoming warm.

But he didn't fly up.

Aozawa was slightly stunned, then touched the phone on the table with his hand.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, the phone seemed to merge into his body, becoming like an extension of his limbs.

With a thought, the phone immediately lifted from the table. With a flick of his finger, it flew to his eyes.

Aozawa thought for a moment, the phone flew forward swiftly, stopped at the door, and then flew back to him.

Free Flight actually referred to allowing objects he touched to fly freely, not himself.

The ability to manipulate objects brought a smile to Aozawa's face. He walked over to the dumbbells, touched them, and they instantly flew up from the floor.

Seeing this, Aozawa stepped onto them, and they hovered steadily in the air.

With a thought, the dumbbells slowly moved forward, gradually lifting higher, causing Aozawa's head to touch the ceiling as he looked down at the scene below.

A hint of excitement appeared on Aozawa's face.

The image of himself flying on a sword flashed through his mind.

That was a beautiful dream many had as children.

Riding the sword through the wind, vanquishing demons between heaven and earth.

Aozawa envisioned that dashing scene, quickly jumping off the dumbbells, and deactivating the Free Flight ability.

Unexpectedly, after deactivation, the Free Flight effect on the dumbbells didn't end, much like Allowing Anything, once used, it remained in effect forever.

But without the ability, he lost control of the dumbbells, only by reactivating the Free Flight ability could he control them and his phone, one returned to the ground, the other fell into his hand.

Aozawa deactivated the ability, picked up the dumbbells, and released them.

Thud, the dumbbells fell to the ground.

Touching the ground or returning to his hand would remove the Free Flight effect from the dumbbells and phone.

Aozawa thought, ran to the wardrobe, changed clothes, and left the bedroom, heading to the washroom.

...

Today's breakfast was milk oatmeal porridge. To enhance the flavor, Morimoto Chiyoda added red dates.

Hearing the bedroom door open, she opened the rice cooker and served a bowl of steaming milk oatmeal porridge.

Aozawa's bowl, naturally, was filled with red dates.

Morimoto Chiyoda's bowl had slightly fewer red dates.

Steam wafted from the bowl, carrying a faint scent of wheat.

Sitting on the stool, Morimoto Chiyoda took a deep breath, feeling her body and mind become joyful.

However, thinking of the pile of troubles awaiting her at work, her mood turned somewhat heavy.

Yesterday was indeed a chaotic day.

The Intelligence Division was extremely busy, and in the midst of that chaos, those sent to follow the Indian executive lost track of him. It was unknown whose secret ship that executive used to smuggle out of Japan.

This also confirmed that Institute No. 47 was indeed involved in the assassination of Frans.

Unfortunately, that Indian executive got away.

Without evidence, investigating Institute No. 47 wouldn't be easy.

The Department of Energy is a formidable institution in the United States as well.

But these matters were minor compared to the main problem.

The real trouble was Mary, who had been captured, being snatched by the KGB.

For this, Jack got scolded by the higher-ups for an hour and a half, as he put it, his brain went numb from the scolding.

However, as a boss, Jack had one good trait, he never randomly blamed his subordinates.

In this matter, he poured all his anger on the head of operations, questioning why the CIA didn't send an Osprey Helicopter to pick up Mary.

Jack could understand Morimoto Chiyoda's difficulties in the Intelligence Division.

Morimoto Chiyoda also felt she wasn't at fault.

After all, no matter how meticulous the Intelligence Division's surveillance was, it could never be a hundred percent.

Sometimes, thinking it was a hundred percent, the opponent would use another communication system, or meet face-to-face to discuss everything.

These scenarios were something the Intelligence Division could not guard against.

Moreover, the commissioner in Shinjuku had gone to great lengths to ensure his safety, fearing anyone unaware he was escorting something important to the police station.

This also indirectly increased Morimoto Chiyoda's difficulty in post-event investigations, with too many people knowing.

Morimoto Chiyoda first investigated the Shinjuku commissioner, and all data showed that he was a shrewd, non-stick person.

She also investigated Kochou and the five major conglomerates, but didn't find any concrete evidence.

Yet Morimoto Chiyoda could rely on her speculation to assert that someone from either the five conglomerates or Kochou must have colluded with the KGB to allow such a precise plan to unfold in such a short period.

The route for the planned operations, even the estimated floor of the crash was simulated in advance.

It's clear that relying solely on KGB's intelligence wouldn't be enough to accomplish such a thing.

"Good morning, Chiyoda."

Aozawa's voice snapped Morimoto Chiyoda out of her work, and she smiled as she said, "You actually came over dressed, that's a bad review."

"If you say that, I might just flash my eagle."

Aozawa wanted to show off his grandeur.

Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes at him and said, "Have a seat."

"Alright."

Aozawa stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

…

Morning light poured over the club building, and Phoenix Academy Maggie discovered that from the gate to here, the students along the way seemed to be looking at some peculiar animals.

Worse than the day after the wanted order at school.

She made her way up to the third-floor manga club and opened the door.

Pop, the confetti instantly cascaded down.

Phoenix Academy Maggie waved off the falling confetti and asked in confusion, "What are you all doing?"

Nomura True Wave beamed with a smile, "It's to celebrate the arrival of the angel in the manga club.

Ah~ the beautiful Phoenix Academy Maggie, she's a heavenly angel~"

She recited this with dramatic flair.

Phoenix Academy Maggie's pale cheeks instantly became flushed, like ripe apples, and she hurried forward saying, "Shut up, right now."

It felt like the shame of someone's cringe-inducing past being exposed face-to-face.

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't understand how TV reporters could say such things so seriously.

She was merely visiting the hospital to check on those injured, say a few comforting words with a smile, and yet it was spun into an angel descending to earth.

Looking back, she shouldn't have worn a white dress.

"Ah, the angel is killing!"

Nomura True Wave immediately yelled and retreated.

Phoenix Academy Maggie glared, bared her teeth and claws, saying, "Alright, I'm going to strangle you, you demon!"

"Haha."

After chasing around the table for a while, the not-so-agile Nomura True Wave was still caught by Phoenix Academy Maggie and pinned against the table. She quickly slapped the table with one hand, declaring, "Stop, I surrender."

"Humph, you're unforgivable."

Phoenix Academy Maggie answered with an air of superiority.

Good friends go crazy together.

Yoshikawa Sayuri chuckled, "But this time Maggie can be said to have truly become a celebrity."

"I was wanted by Funahashi before."

"It's different, this time you're famous everywhere, from traditional media to new media, it's all about your photos squatting down and talking to seriously injured patients lying in bed."

Nomura True Wave lay on the table, giggling, "Open any video, and the comments are all praising 'so beautiful', 'Maggie Princess is the best'.

I really wish I could be Maggie Princess's dog."

Hearing this, Phoenix Academy Maggie showed obvious disdain, releasing her grip, "Don't talk about such things, it sounds like it's disgusting otaku talk."

"Wow, if the princess's fan club heard this, they'd be heartbroken."

"Has nothing to do with me."

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't even bother to watch videos about herself, mainly because the level of praise from the TV reporters made her not want to watch it a second time after watching it once.

She was worried that the TV station's remarks might cause the public to dislike her.

But it seemed that wasn't the case.

Looks like indeed, beauty is justice.

Nomura True Wave mischievously said, "I know, only Aozawa's praise can truly make you elated.

Maggie, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Aozawa, is that really what you think?"

"Of course, for you, I can immediately ditch Morimoto, Ayatsuki, and the others, just to keep you, the angel, by my side. No, I'd gladly be your dog!

Maggie Princess~ please let me be your dog~"

Nomura True Wave and Yoshikawa Sayuri were at it again, acting out a drama.

Phoenix Academy Maggie clenched her fists tightly.

Nomura True Wave saw her reaction, and immediately discarded the desire to act, earnestly saying, "Maggie, as a friend, I must remind you, when do you plan to make a move?

Being decisive doesn't necessarily mean you'll lose, but hesitating only leads to constant failure."

"I know."

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't want to keep dangling this situation.

In fact, her relationship with Aozawa could already be considered as no different from a couple, lacking only the reasons for freely embracing, kissing, or even hitting the sack.

But if she went and broke through that layer, Phoenix Academy Maggie harbored a hint of fear; she lacked confidence in steering towards a bright world of two, worried things might turn bad.

"Everyone's personality is different, I plan before acting, and I'll strike successfully at the critical moment!"

"Is that so?"

Facing Nomura True Wave's skepticism, Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't show any signs of weakness, responding confidently, "That's how it is."