Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 65 Further Experiments (Major Revision)_1

9:25 PM, just five minutes before the curfew.

Aozawa hastily ran to the door of room 601.

He panted heavily, nostalgically missing the Black Kite’s speed exceeding eighty kilometers per hour and its tireless stamina.

The human body was too weak.

After catching his breath a bit, he turned the knob, opened the door, and called out, "Chitose, I’m back~"

SMACK!

The black whip stretched out in the air, making a sharp cracking sound.

Morimoto Chiyoda straightened the newly purchased whip in her hand. Her flirtatious, melon-seed face showed a hint of regret as she said, "I thought I would have an opportunity to use the new punishment whip I just bought. Aozawa, I have told you over and over not to stay out so late. You seem to be letting my words go in one ear and out the other!"

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Aozawa feigned ignorance with a foolish smile, and swiftly shut the door, feeling relieved that he had dodged a bullet. Compared to being whipped by Chitose, he would much prefer to be the one whipping Chitose’s big butt.

"Chitose, I’m not little anymore."

"You’re still a brat who hasn’t even graduated from high school. Don’t talk big. If you dare to break the curfew, don’t blame me for being harsh."

Morimoto Chiyoda could indulge Aozawa in other aspects, but she would definitely not let Aozawa get away with things related to curfew or spankings.

Indulging a child without limits wasn’t love; it was harming the child.

The nights in Adachi District were dangerous and filled with all sorts of temptations; just one wrong move could trap Aozawa.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t want to find used syringes under Aozawa’s bed while cleaning the house one day.

"Alright then."

Aozawa stopped his protest against the curfew and headed to the bedroom.

He picked up his clothes for the bath and turned towards the bathroom.

Morimoto Chiyoda reminded him, "Check if the bath water is warm enough. If not, drain it and refill the tub with hot water and bath additive."

"No worries, Chitose’s bath water is sure to warm me up."

"Sometimes, I really wish you would restrain yourself a bit."

Her voice was soft and sultry, imbued with a sense of helplessness. Yet a smile flickered deep in her eyes.

Aozawa swiftly closed the bathroom door behind him.

His phone played music as he quickly stripped, turned on the shower, and rinsed his hair and body.

After cleaning up, he got into the bathtub.

The water, filled with bubbles from the bath additive, was a light pink color. The water was lukewarm, but Aozawa was too lazy to change it as he continued to think about his Transformation Ability.

He wondered if he could transform into a whale? Probably not. The thought of just transforming into someone as tall as Whitebeard gave him a feeling like his viscera were being torn apart. It was definitely impossible to become something as large as a whale. An elephant... Maybe that was worth a try.

He touched his chin, then a thought suddenly struck him. Could he transform into a dragon from mythological stories?

Thinking this, Aozawa quickly constructed the shape of a Chinese Dragon in his mind and activated his Transformation Ability.

His body rapidly elongated, covered with golden scales. His head turned into a dragon’s, with horns on top, and instead of the whiskers floating in the air, they hung below.

He looked down at his bright red mane and claws, and tried to fly, only to find he could not take off. Just like an anime character, as a Mythical Dragon, he lacked the power to Ride the Mist.

After thinking it over, he quickly transformed himself into a fierce ogre with a green face and sharp fangs, his arms thicker than his thighs.

Aozawa stepped out of the bathtub and stood in front of the mirror, striking a few poses. He realized this muscular physique wasn’t bad at all. No wonder there’s always the notion online that excessive fitness attracts the same sex.

Aozawa had his fun, then started to get down to business. That concerned the wounds received after Transformation. Do injuries sustained while transformed persist after reverting, or do they vanish? And what was the maximum duration the transformed state could be maintained?

Aozawa used Telekinesis to take a blade from his pocket, raised his right hand, and made a cut on his cyan-glowing fingertips.

Bright red blood gushed out.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Cutting oneself was truly not a pleasant experience.

The next second, he deactivated his Transformation Ability, reverting to his original appearance.

The wound miraculously disappeared.

He clenched his fist and applied force. He felt no pain. A glance with his X-ray Ability confirmed that his internal flesh and blood were completely unharmed.

He found that minor injuries sustained while transformed were not an issue; they vanished when he reverted. Serious injuries... He didn’t dare test that. It would be troublesome if he couldn’t revert to normal.

Aozawa turned and went back to the bathtub, drained the water, then put on his blue and white pajamas, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Morimoto Chiyoda was somewhat surprised. "You finished bathing so quickly?"

"Yeah, I’m tired and want to go to sleep early."

Aozawa fibbed casually. He was thinking about returning to his bedroom to transform again and see how long he could maintain it.

Aozawa was destined not to sleep well tonight.

Although he turned off the lights to go to bed, in reality, he was feigning sleep with his eyes closed.

He noted the time he transformed: 9:40 PM.

He remained awake, enduring until the next morning.

BRRRING! The alarm on his bedside phone began to sound.

Aozawa swiped off the alarm, internally marveling at the duration of the Transformation. And he had to admit, being young was indeed grand.

He hadn’t slept all night. Yet, he was able to get up energetically, deactivate his Transformation Ability, and change into his Brilliant high school uniform. It was all black, somewhat resembling a suit, yet it lacked a tie.

Aozawa opened the door and called out, "Good morning, Chitose!"

"Hmm."

Morimoto Chiyoda, practicing yoga, responded with a nasal ’Hmm.’ It was a sound that always made Aozawa instinctively lower his head.

He headed to the washroom to start washing his face and brushing his teeth.

「At 6:30 AM.」

Aozawa finished his breakfast and jogged slowly along the school route, gradually increasing his speed. By the time he reached the school, his pace was no longer slow.

Discipline Committee member Furusawa Kyoichiro called out, "Aozawa! I’ve told you many times not to run at the school gates! What if you run into other students?"

Aozawa tossed the questioning voice behind him, along with the wind.

He had great confidence in his reflexes. At such a speed, it was definitely impossible to crash into other students. Even at blind corners, he could use Time Suspension to turn potential collisions into impossible ones.

Inside the school, Aozawa kicked his speed up another notch.

When he had run for a sufficient while, he headed to the Kendo club to start today’s training.

Outside the door, there was no sign of Ayatsuki Ayaka.

A chance encounter is just that—a chance. But if you bump into someone time and again, it’s no longer chance; it’s routine.

Aozawa felt a slight regret. There would be no free vegetable juice to drink today.

He had specifically washed the empty thermos from yesterday clean and returned it to Ayatsuki Ayaka. He was hoping there would be more vegetable juice today.

Unfortunately... Aozawa put aside the slight regret in his heart and focused on training.

Close to class time, he shed his protective gear and left the club building.

The outside sunshine was bright. A girl stood to the side of the door, her tinted hair tips and the pentagram sticker below her right eye shining brightly. Her wheat-colored skin gave off the softness of a tender loaf of bread.

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