Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 770 - 768: Shouko’s Daily Life

Ring, ring, ring~

The alarm on the phone by the bedside rang, and Hojo Shouko opened her eyes, not seeing any floating magical relics at the bedside.

As expected, there wasn't any.

She sighed softly in her heart, feeling a bit disappointed.

If there were a magical relic, maybe she'd have more excuses to stay by Aozawa-senpai's side.

But she had always been carefree about such things. If it wasn't there, it just wasn't.

Hojo Shouko got up, took off her pajamas, and changed into the Brilliant High School uniform. The ribbon tied neatly, falling over her shapely curves.

The black stockings hid her pale skin.

As her hand let go, there was a snapping sound, and her thighs were visibly marked, but as soon as the short skirt was let down, they were covered.

She walked outside.

The house in the early morning was shrouded in a faint dimness, appearing very cold and quiet.

She went to the kitchen, donned a white apron, rolled up her sleeves, and began busying herself with breakfast for the family, bento boxes for herself and her brother, as well as for Aozawa-senpai.

The school only gave them a one-day holiday.

Today, they would return to class and study as usual.

Natsuka Yanagimachi complained incessantly, feeling something as major as that should have warranted a few more days of rest for the students.

Yet Hojo Shouko didn't wish to stay at home and rest. She wanted to go to school, not just to gain knowledge from the teachers, but also to make bento for Aozawa-senpai.

That was their only close bond together.

Today, she chose grilled eel, paired with fried pork cutlet, a little spinach mixed in, and poured in Aozawa-senpai's favorite fish soup.

Hojo Shouko closed the bento box and wrapped it in a cloth with little rabbits, tying it in a knot.

She left the kitchen, knocking on doors in turn to wake up her brother and parents.

They had to go to work today as well.

...

The sky turned from an oppressive dark blue to pure white.

At this time, Hojo Shouko, carrying a backpack containing the bento boxes, walked along the street at the school gate.

Along the way, she could hear the students excitedly discussing yesterday's events.

Whether it was witnessing the time acceleration, like a doomsday scene, or suddenly acquiring a magical relic, those were all things worth the students' enthusiastic discussions.

Hojo Shouko remained silent, walking quietly along the street.

Thud, thud footsteps came from behind, and her shoulder was heavily patted, "Shouko, good morning~"

"Hmm, good morning."

Hojo Shouko looked back at Natsuka Yanagimachi.

She was all smiles, not a trace of complaining about school reopening as she did on her phone.

She suddenly somewhat understood why the school only gave them a one-day holiday?

Perhaps at a time like this, instead of mulling over things alone at home, gathering together in reality to gripe was more capable of dissipating the impact of yesterday's event.

Doing what one was accustomed to, leading a life one was used to, could create an internal sense that the world hadn't changed at all.

"Did you hear? Yesterday, the Prime Minister's Cabinet announced that two people in Tokyo have acquired magical relics, so impressive, while other countries only have one each.

I also want to obtain a magical relic!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi said excitedly.

Hojo Shouko, as usual, chose to listen quietly.

The two arrived at the school gate and heard the Discipline Committee Member, Furusawa Kyoichiro shouting, "Ayaka! Stop right there, what are you bringing to school?"

Hojo Shouko looked towards the gate.

Ayatsuki Ayaka, aside from her backpack, also wrapped something obviously resembling a long spear in cloth.

No doubt it was the magical relic Ayaka had boasted about yesterday, The Spear of Death that Pierces Through.

"Mind your own business, what I bring to school is my own freedom!"

"What kind of joke is that? The school isn't your home, let me see what it is?"

Furusawa Kyoichiro stepped forward intending to inspect it.

Ayatsuki Ayaka cast a glance at her friends, and Takahashi Saeko and Tama Chan quickly crossed their arms and blocked his way, "If you want to touch Ayaka, you have to get past us first."

"If you dare touch us, we'll accuse you of harassment."

Tama Chan said with a sly smile.

"What kind of joke is this!"

Furusawa Kyoichiro shouted, rolling his eyes as he tried to skirt past the two, but Ayatsuki Ayaka had already taken this opportunity to rush into the school carrying The Spear of Death that Pierces Through.

She wanted to complain; she was probably the most wretched Treasure User.

Even entering the school's gates required such sneaking around.

Thinking like this, wasn't the Discipline Committee member the strongest human?

No, it should be Aozawa, who could ride on top of her, shouldn't it?

Ayatsuki Ayaka's brain filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, her cheeks feeling warm.

The autumn morning breeze failed to cool down that heat. Last night was really too intense.

"Don't think you can get away, don't let me see the thing you're carrying inside the classroom!"

Furusawa Kyoichiro shouted, unable to abandon his post at the gate to pursue her.

"What on earth did Ayaka-senpai bring?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi looked curious.

Hojo Shouko knew in her heart, but she didn't say what it was. She wasn't sure if Ayatsuki Ayaka would be willing to let Natsuka Yanagimachi know it was a magical relic.

She could only silently head towards the school gate.

Natsuka Yanagimachi was already used to her silence, knowing that out of ten sentences she spoke, Hojo Shouko might only respond to one.

This reserved gourd-like personality really made people worry about her future romantic relationships.

However, Natsuka Yanagimachi, thinking of her zero personal love experience, felt too embarrassed to try convincing Hojo Shouko to change.

"I don't know how many people will possess Noble Phantasms in the future. Oh well, such things have nothing to do with someone like me.

Let's discuss the upcoming cultural festival instead."

"We're not members of the student council, the cultural festival has nothing to do with us."

"The cultural festival is something every student should participate in."

Natsuka Yanagimachi confidently replied.

Hojo Shouko said nothing more, continuing to listen to Natsuka Yanagimachi's endless chatter.

…

The four morning classes went by peacefully.

The students' noise, the teachers lecturing as usual, it seems like what happened yesterday had no impact at all.

Thinking about it carefully, the world's big events have no direct relation to ordinary people like them, the indirect influence is too subtle, leading people to just rant online.

Returning to reality, students go to school, employees go to work, only those idle without work or school think about those unnecessary matters.

Hojo Shouko went straight to the Guzheng Club after class.

Two guzhengs were placed on the stand, the difference was obvious, one frequently wiped clean, the other gathering a layer of dust.

Hojo Shouko wanted to help Natsuka Yanagimachi wipe the guzheng, but she refused, insisting she would do it herself, and then dust visibly accumulated on the guqin.

"Haha, finally back to my kingdom again!"

As soon as Yanagimachi Natsuka arrived at the club, she completely let loose.

The constraints in front of others were thrown to the back of her mind.

"Beloved consort, play a tune for me."

Yanagimachi Natsuka hooked an arm around her shoulder with an evil grin.

Hojo Shouko countered truthfully: "Natsuka, you look a lot like those small-fry villains in TV shows right now."

"Hehe, I'm just imitating their grand laughs. Don't you think laughing like that feels fantastic?

Ke-haha~"

Yanagimachi Natsuka stood with arms akimbo, throwing her head back in laughter.

The arrogant laughter drifted outside the window.

Aozawa stepped into the sunlight by the window, glanced inside the club and said, "Natsuka, you're really full of energy, huh."

"How insolent, you should call me 'Your Majesty.'

Yanagimachi Natsuka sternly corrected the title.

Aozawa couldn't understand what she was playing at, his gaze flickered to Hojo Shouko.

The girl shook her head lightly, indicating she also had no idea why her friend was acting like a fool.

She took a lunchbox out of her bag, stepped forward and said, "Aozawa-senpai, today it's fried cutlet eel bento."

"Mm."

Aozawa accepted the bento, murmuring, "Iroha, did Ayatsuki tell you anything?"

"Mm, Ayatsuki-senpai sent me a message."

Hojo Shouko nodded.

Natsuka Yanagimachi curiously edged closer, blinking, "What are you guys talking about?"

Aozawa couldn't resist flicking a finger against her bright forehead that leaned in.

"Ah."

Natsuka Yanagimachi immediately cupped her forehead with both hands, glaring, "Why did you hit me?"

"Anyone seeing such a big forehead can't help but flick it."

"How rude! Don't treat my forehead like some urban legend."

Natsuka Yanagimachi instantly retorted, suddenly realizing something, her expression turning serious, "Don't change the subject, what were you guys discussing just now?"

"Natsuka, this involves Ayatsuki-senpai, I'm not comfortable telling you."

Hojo Shouko shook her head, avoiding revealing Ayatsuki Iroha's secret casually.

Apparently, she hadn't yet understood Ayatsuki Iroha's personality.

Aozawa knew well Ayatsuki Iroha didn't mind others knowing.

The only caution was Morimoto Chiyoda reminding Ayatsuki Iroha not to spread it widely.

Otherwise, that one would be eager to let the whole school know she obtained a Noble Phantasm called "The Spear of Death that Pierces Through."

"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell others. Well, you don't have many friends."

"Aozawa-senpai, the last sentence was really unnecessary!"

"Iroha got a Noble Phantasm."

"What?!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi suddenly raised her voice, her eyes rounding, quickly getting excited, "Aozawa-senpai, you're not lying, right?

Ayatsuki-senpai really…"

Speaking of this, Natsuka Yanagimachi suddenly recalled the long, cloth-wrapped item Ayatsuki Iroha brought when entering the school gates.

So that's the Noble Phantasm!

Natsuka Yanagimachi's eyes gleamed, eager, "Aozawa-senpai, can you help introduce me to Ayatsuki-senpai?

I really want to see what the Noble Phantasm looks like."

Her words trailed off as she gulped, looking very desirous.

Aozawa feigned contemplation, "That depends on your sincerity."

"I knew this day would come, come on, don't show mercy just because I'm a delicate flower!"

Natsuka Yanagimachi gritted her teeth, stepped forth with chest proud, showing readiness.

Her tightly shut eyes, trembling lashes seemed to declare her heart would never bend.

Aozawa retorted gruffly, "What are you imagining, I wanted you to buy me a drink."

"Oh, no problem."

Natsuka Yanagimachi felt a bit crestfallen but quickly cheered up again.

She really wanted to see the Noble Phantasm with her own eyes!