Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 769 - 767: Put On This Green Hat and Be Crowned Queen

All countries have not concealed the individuals possessing Noble Phantasms and their abilities and are willing to share all this data with other countries.

Because in the eyes of the leaders of these countries, those who possess the Noble Phantasms are very unstable factors.

Regardless of their character, as leaders, they must consider the worst-case scenarios rather than naively hoping for the best.

What if those with Noble Phantasms suddenly act in the bustling city or somewhere else?

Undoubtedly, the damage and consequences they cause would be immeasurable.

"Eleven individuals come from different countries, and now there is speculation that Dio selects one person from each country who passes the four trials as the owner of the forty-seven Noble Phantasms."

Phoenix Academy Maggie voiced the experts' speculation.

Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly shook her head and said, "That's not true. You and Sister Chitose will have Noble Phantasms too!"

Her tone was firm, not the perfunctory kind of comfort, but genuinely believing that both would obtain Noble Phantasms.

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled and patted Ayatsuki's head, saying, "Then I'll take your good words."

"Why are you so sure?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie was curious about her certainty.

Ayatsuki Ayaka righteously said, "Even I can get a Noble Phantasm.

You and Sister Chitose are better than me, how could you not have a Noble Phantasm?"

"Better...?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie murmured, thinking that if anyone else said this, she'd suspect it was sarcastic.

But since Ayatsuki Ayaka said it, it showed that she sincerely believed so.

Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed internally.

She couldn't compare to Ayatsuki Ayaka.

Ayaka could calmly admit her shortcomings and had a sincere heart, unlike Maggie's own complicated thoughts.

Perhaps this was why Ayatsuki Ayaka could possess a Noble Phantasm.

"You're better than me."

Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed, which widened Ayatsuki Ayaka's eyes and even surprised Morimoto Chiyoda since the proud lady rarely showed such humility.

"Hehe, am I really that good?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka scratched her head, feeling like she could float into the sky.

Phoenix Academy Maggie wanted to quip, you should be humble, but she didn't say that and felt shy about her earlier words.

She quickly changed the subject: "Alright, next we'll test how far you can throw.

And the ability of this Noble Phantasm."

"Maggie, flatter me some more."

Ayatsuki Ayaka nudged her with her shoulder, seeking more praise.

Phoenix Academy Maggie silently turned her head, vowing not to say such things again.

...

The Spear of Death that Pierces Through only requires being within line of sight to be thrown.

It has immense penetrating power.

Or rather, when the spearhead touches an object, it seems to release some force that decomposes it.

And it has tracking abilities.

Even if the target is constantly moving and Ayatsuki Ayaka throws inaccurately, it won't affect the spear hitting the target.

The Spear of Death that Pierces Through won't stop until it hits its target.

Its speed is Mach 26.

Aside from the user, anyone else touching the Spear of Death that Pierces Through will feel a shock.

The material is unknown, and current technology cannot analyze the Noble Phantasm.

After various tests, data about the Spear of Death that Pierces Through was submitted by Phoenix Academy Maggie to Kochou's desk.

Kochou carefully examined every piece of data, then handed back the paper documents, saying, "Enter this information on the United Nations' Noble Phantasm website."

The website was urgently created by the United Nations to address Noble Phantasms and is meant for countries to upload discovered abilities for their leaders to view.

"Okay."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded and left the office.

Kochou opened her mouth but didn't call out to stop her.

She understood her daughter's disposition.

Among the Japanese four trial participants, another was chosen by Dio, but she wasn't, so feeling disappointed was unavoidable.

Even Kochou herself was slightly disappointed, as Dio's friend.

Emily received what was called the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm and was the only one without participating in the trials yet still possessing a Noble Phantasm.

"Sigh."

Kochou gently sighed.

She wished she had been more proactive in supporting Dio's ascent to Paradise when there were no changes in people, instead of sitting here regretting afterward.

Kochou patted her cheeks with her hands to lift her out of her despondency.

Compared to the deceased Nett, she was quite fortunate to still be alive.

Now she had to consider how to convince Emily to become a Japanese citizen.

After all, Russia had already contacted Emily, trying to persuade her to return to live in Russia.

If Emily returned to Russia, then Russia would have two Noble Phantasm holders.

Conversely, if she stayed in Japan, Japan would have two Noble Phantasm holders, which would somewhat increase its voice in international society.

It might even break Japan's semi-colonial status under the United States.

Of course, that possibility is still too slim.

Kochou knew that even if Emily genuinely wanted to live in Japan, she wouldn't choose to fight for Japan against the United States.

Ultimately, one must rely on oneself.

Kochou gently sighed, picked up the desk phone, and prepared to call Ito Otome to subtly ask Emily about changing her nationality.

...

Adachi District, Ayase.

A Bugatti Veyron drove into the spacious courtyard and parked alongside a Lamborghini and a Pagani.

Ayatsuki Iroha unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and ran towards the gate with a light step.

Morimoto Chiyoda watched the scene and smiled, feeling like she had a cute, lively little sister.

Ayatsuki Iroha opened the door and saw a familiar figure in the entrance hall, immediately dashing forward, "Aozawa~"

Aozawa stood there, arms outstretched to catch her leap.

Ayatsuki Iroha rubbed her face against his like a golden retriever that hadn't seen its owner in a long time.

Even though they saw each other just yesterday, the events of today made the time seem longer.

Not quite the feeling of not seeing each other for a day like three years, but definitely like not seeing each other for a day like a year.

Ayatsuki Iroha wasn't happy for long before she quickly noticed something amiss with Aozawa, his wheat-colored cheeks slightly red.

She stopped rubbing her face against him, glared, and said, "Pervert."

"Iroha, you can't blame me for this.

You're hanging on me, how could I not react?"

Aozawa defended himself, he wasn't exactly a saint.

Besides, even saints couldn't remain unmoved facing their wives.

Ayatsuki Iroha blushing jumped down, and then cupping The Spear of Death that Pierces Through said, "Look, this is my Noble Phantasm, isn't it beautiful?

But you can't touch it.

If you touch it, you'll get shocked by an electric current."

"Really beautiful."

"Okay, you two stop flaunting your affection at the door."

A melodious voice came from outside, Morimoto Chiyoda walked up and said, "I'm a little jealous too."

"Sister Chitose, it's not like that."

Ayatsuki Iroha tried to explain, but Morimoto Chiyoda stopped her with a finger on her lips, laughing, "No need to rush to explain, I'm just joking.

Do whatever you want, cooking takes time, and you should have enough free time to hide in the room for a cuddle."

Her eyes curled into crescent moons as she smiled.

Ayatsuki Iroha's cheeks flushed again, muttering, "Sister Chitose, stop joking around."

"Yeah, don't underestimate my stamina."

Aozawa also retorted.

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at him and said, "Look at you, have you bought the groceries?"

"I've already bought them."

Aozawa replied with a smile.

Morimoto Chiyoda took off her shoes and walked barefoot to the kitchen, preparing dinner.

Aozawa wanted to pull Ayatsuki Iroha to the room to sit but was shoved to the living room by her blushing face.

Ayatsuki Iroha, setting aside her embarrassment, began asking about what happened this noon.

Earlier, talking over the phone always seemed unclear.

"Alright, I'll tell you, but you also need to help me."

Aozawa said softly, grabbing Ayatsuki Iroha's small hand and placing it on his pants.

Ayatsuki Iroha's face turned slightly red, opening her mouth to refuse.

Aozawa whispered, "Don't worry, Chitose won't know what we're doing, you just need to use your hand.

Okay?"

He used a slightly coquettish tone of voice.

Ayatsuki Iroha couldn't refuse him, could only nod with a flushed face.

Her bright eyes subtly glanced at the window passing dishes, Ayatsuki Iroha didn't see Morimoto Chiyoda's figure, yet always felt she was somehow standing across watching, giving an unexplained thrill.

She clamped her legs together.

Seeing this, Aozawa teased, "Shall I help you too?"

The finger made a tapping motion in the air.

"Annoying."

Ayatsuki Iroha playfully slapped him, pretending to be angry, "If you keep this up, I won't help you."

Her wheat-colored face seemed like a bread slathered with strawberry jam, her weakly spoken tone had little deterrent power.

Instead, it made Aozawa very excited, quietly tugging, exhaling, "Okay, listen to me about what happened."

Ayatsuki Iroha reached out, feeling the rod of the Piercing Death Flying Spear was similar.

So hot.

Ayatsuki Iroha thought, her right hand beginning to exert force up and down.

In the kitchen, the sound of chopping vegetables rang out, drifting through the window passing dishes into the living room, with Aozawa narrating the afternoon's events.

Ayatsuki Iroha hardly had any interest in listening to those words, her head filled with handiwork.

The speed kept increasing.

Even the strong Aozawa couldn't hold out for five minutes.

Was about to rub him bald.

He shuddering said, "Iroha, quick."

He lightly patted the back of her head, eyes full of pleading.

Ayatsuki Iroha wasn't exactly clueless, instantly understanding his intent, blushing, and bowing her head.

A mouthful full of protein.

At this time, Morimoto Chiyoda had finished frying the first dish, bending over said, "Aozawa, take this dish over."

It was a plate of green pepper stir-fried meat.

"Oh, where's Iroha?"

Morimoto Chiyoda found no trace of Iroha on the sofa, Aozawa was slow to get up.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if understanding something, lightly laughed, "Iroha, take your time eating, don't choke."

She continued cooking.

Ayatsuki Iroha was shy to the point of overheated cheeks.

Aozawa patted her, having gone as far as this, might as well continue.