Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week Chapter 353 - 351 Aozawa: What Do I Know About Superpower1

It was getting late. To avoid being tardy for class, Aozawa ended his trip to the United States.

This journey had made Aozawa fully realize just how outrageous the Global Travel ability was.

Not only could he teleport himself to different countries and master the local languages, but he could also designate objects to be teleported to a specific person’s body within that country.

As long as I know their na and a rough address, I can transport a stone to soone’s stomach, or even to their heart or brain. Even a tiger would be no problem. It’s even possible to teleport one person into another’s body. However, doing so would cause problems for both individuals. The teleported person would burst through the other, and the broken bones would pierce their own body, resulting in death. Unfortunately, objects that are too large cannot be teleported.

Aozawa tried to teleport a mountain to another place in the world, but it ended in failure.

He planned to conduct tests that night to determine the exact size of objects he could teleport. He returned to the school, picked up his phone from a small, deserted grove, and walked towards the academic building.

Verdant trees surrounded him. Unlike the New York night, bright sunshine bathed the campus. The sound of cicadas chirped incessantly from high above, while from the academic building drifted the laughter of students playing in the corridors.

There were also people chasing each other and frolicking on the playground.

Aozawa’s heart was gradually filled with peace and warmth.

Humans are truly greedy creatures, longing for both thrilling adventures and warm, tranquil everyday life. If one grasps both simultaneously, other desires arise, making satisfaction difficult.

Aozawa entered the academic building, changed into indoor shoes at the shoe locker area, and walked into the classroom.

Before he even stepped through the back door, he could already hear Peter’s boisterous voice as he recounted his great adventure in the Amazon Jungle.

His story left the surrounding students in a daze.

Thanks to him, the once spacious entrance felt sowhat crowded every ti Aozawa entered through the back door. So students were huddled at the doorway.

He skirted around them and headed towards his seat, pulling out the chair to sit down.

Hojo Tetsuji had already fallen asleep, ignoring the noise of the other students around him.

Phoenix Academy Maggie, sitting in front of him, turned around, commandeering his desk space, and complained discontentedly, "Why didn’t you reply when I sent you a ssage?"

"I was napping and didn’t check my phone," Aozawa said, spreading his hands.

Phoenix Academy Maggie huffed. "It’s Monday. You say you were napping, but who knows what you were really doing."

"My mother suddenly initiated a video call with just now, and we talked about a few things."

"What things?" Aozawa asked curiously.

Phoenix Academy Maggie glared at him and said, "It’s a secret topic between my mother and . Why should I tell you?"

Aozawa was speechless. "Maggie, what’s the point of bringing it up if you’re not going to tell ?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie stated righteously, "I just wanted to say that sothing seed off about my mother. She usually doesn’t video call at this ti. Then she talked about usual family stuff, asked about my studies, school life, and so on. She was being unusually caring. When I asked her what was wrong, she said nothing, but I suspect there was a problem with the negotiations."

"Don’t worry. Your mother is so competent; she’ll surely get through any difficulties."

"Yes." Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed softly, resigning herself to the thought. "Ah, I wish I had a Superpower too. Then I could do many things that aren’t normally possible at my age. Why do you think Dio has a Superpower anyway?"

Hearing this question, Aozawa shrugged. "No idea."

"Can’t you at least guess?"

"Maggie, you overestimate my imagination." Aozawa shook his head. He was worried that if he voiced his thoughts, Maggie might actually try to act on them, so he chose to say nothing.

Phoenix Academy Maggie considered for a mont and thought, Aozawa’s first response was likely sincere. He also didn’t understand how one awakened Superpowers.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about that." Phoenix Academy Maggie waved her hand and turned back around.

The lodic DING-DONG of the bell rang out, drowning out the cicadas outside the window.

Aozawa pulled out his Modern Literature textbook.

「 」

At two-thirty in the afternoon, on the top floor of the tropolitan Police Departnt.

Inside the Police Director’s office.

Miss Morimoto sat with her legs crossed, reading the email sent by Jack, which contained various photos. The images depicted a level of gore not typically seen on websites. Below the images was an explanatory text.

"This is an organization in New York that caters to individuals attracted to children, nad Snake stick. The gang had twenty mbers. Apart from two whose whereabouts are unknown, the remaining eighteen died in very strange ways. It is preliminarily determined to be the work of a Superpower User, quite possibly related to Dio."

Miss Morimoto used the mouse to scroll, looking at the text below, which also detailed Adel’s death and the information provided by Phoenix Academy Kochou.

Her face showed contemplation. It seems Emily’s concerns were not unfounded. I’m not the only one on Dio’s list of potential friends. By the way, are there any specific qualifications to be a candidate for Dio’s friend?

She thought about Dio usually appearing in Tokyo and his sudden trip to New York.

Furthermore, sothing strange had also occurred at Buckingham Palace, where soone had fallen from the sky, landing at the front door. Judging by the timing, this occurred a few minutes after Adel disappeared. Tests confird the body was Adel’s.

There was also the sudden appearance of a Caucasian head at the Blue House.

Dio’s Superpower was indeed astonishing, but the CIA’s control over information made Morimoto Chiyoda feel deeply uneasy. This wasn’t a Superpower, but an intelligence-gathering ability that truly defined what it ant to monitor the world.

As Morimoto Chiyoda thought to herself, she scrolled to the bottom of the email.

Arica’s CIA had already issued a request. They wanted to draw the most elite mber from the task force, the one with the best understanding of Dio, to provide guidance in the U.S. and help establish a specialized task force there.

Who should be sent? Iwaki Kususuke can’t be moved; his networking ability is vital for the task force. Miyaji Yosuke doesn’t speak English; his educational background is quite low. Kitanotake is out of the question. He’s all brawn and no brains; relying on him for guidance in Arica would only result in a fiasco. Ito Oto’s autopsy skills are also extrely important. The three newcors have been on the case for too short a ti to offer any aningful guidance. The only remaining candidate is Okayama Buji. He’s fluent in English and very knowledgeable about Dio. But seeing their requirent for "the most elite and knowledgeable person about Dio," such wording gave Morimoto Chiyoda a bad feeling.

After so thought, she decided to call Jack.

「 」

BEEP.

The call connected.

"Miss Morimoto, I assu you’ve seen the case. What are your thoughts?"

"Minister Jack, we cannot yet definitively confirm it’s related to Dio. Based on our understanding, Dio aims to collect the souls of the wicked, usually targeting them as they commit evil. You haven’t found the two missing individuals, so I can’t determine if it was Dio."

"Miss Morimoto truly is the most elite and knowledgeable person about Dio in the task force!" Jack imdiately offered a flattering complint.

Morimoto Chiyoda was instantly on guard and quickly said, "No, no, these are Okayama Buji’s deductions. He is the most elite talent in our task force. I intend to send him to Arica’s CIA for the guidance mission."

"Miss Morimoto, there’s no need for modesty. Speaking of understanding Dio, aside from Emily, no one in the entire task force is more suitable than you. Your excellence, your distinction—you are simply a perfect woman ticulously crafted by God." Jack continued to heap praise generously.

From the mont he sent the email, he had wanted Morimoto Chiyoda to go to Arica for the guidance mission. After all, it was an order from CIA Headquarter. Jack couldn’t choose soone else from the task force; sending the team leader personally to New York was the only way to show how much he valued CIA Headquarter’s orders. Jack didn’t state this outright. He chose this subtle manner to remind her, respecting her choice and trusting that a smart person like Morimoto Chiyoda would understand the implication in his words.

"CIA Headquarter there will certainly welco Miss Morimoto’s guidance."

This request made Morimoto Chiyoda feel quite gloomy. She asked, "Can I arrange my family affairs before I leave?"

"If necessary, the CIA will arrange everything for you," Jack answered with certainty. "Your family can eat at any restaurant and shop at any clothing store in Tokyo, as they please. All expenses will be reimbursed by the CIA. The White House is eager to know who killed the Snake stick group—whether it’s a new Superpower User or Dio."

"Alright then," Morimoto Chiyoda nodded.

With the conversation having reached this point, it would seem ungracious if she refused to go.

Jack smiled. "Then please wait on the helipad on the rooftop of the tropolitan Police Departnt. An F-15 fighter jet will soon co to pick you up and fly directly to New York."

"What an honor," Morimoto Chiyoda remarked sardonically. She had never imagined that one day she would actually get to ride in a fighter jet.

Jack chuckled. "The higher-ups are also quite anxious. This is the first ti Dio has operated on Arican soil. And he took out a four-star general, Adel, who held a very high status in the military."

What’s the use of them being nervous? If Dio really wants to kill soone, even the president can only sit in his chair and wait for death, Morimoto Chiyoda thought.

"That’s true," Jack said, "but those in charge always want an extra layer of security for themselves."

Jack actually thought sending Morimoto Chiyoda to the U.S. wouldn’t be very helpful. It was rely a psychological comfort for those in charge. It was like students who haven’t done their howork but prefer to do things unrelated to it, like sweeping, daydreaming, or sleeping—as if just keeping busy could solve their problems. Such an illusion could only comfort themselves.

"Alright. You don’t need to send anyone to take care of my family matters. Just convert the offered assistance to cash and deposit it into my bank account," Morimoto Chiyoda said.

"No problem."

Having received Jack’s assurance, Morimoto Chiyoda hung up. She decided to send a ssage to Aozawa, telling him that she had to go to the U.S. on an urgent business trip for a while.

School should be out by now.

The ssage was quickly marked as read. "Okay, safe travels."

"Don’t worry," Morimoto Chiyoda replied and got up to head outside.

I still have to arrange who will take over my work in the task force while I’m gone. It won’t be difficult; it’s just a matter of saying a few words. Such is the convenience of being a shirking leader.