July 24th, Monday.
The third day of summer vacation.
Cold air from the air conditioner wafted through the room. The alarm set on his phone had been disabled since the first day of vacation.
In its place came a banging on the door.
"Little lazy bug, it's time to get up for breakfast!"
Morimoto Chiyoda's voice, like that of a voluptuous, bikini-clad beauty running freely on a sunny Hawaii Beach, always managed to make a man's blood boil.
"Oh!"
Aozawa shouted back in response, opening his eyes to see large, brightly glowing words floating in the air.
*Superpower: Fate Weaving.*
Looking at these words, the haziness in Aozawa's mind was instantly swept away. Fate Weaving, he thought, that sounds like an exceptionally powerful superpower.
He performed a carp-like flip to sit bolt upright, brimming with energy from head to toe, and strode forward to open the door.
