Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

He swiped his thumb across the screen.

The call connected, but all I heard was static. A completely different accent came through: "Ah! Finally connected! Hello? Is this Kotegawa Kamimi?"

The voice sounded like that of a boy around his age.

"They not only know my phone number, but also my name..."

Kotegawa Kami pondered for a moment, then cautiously replied, "Yes, I am Kotegawa. May I ask who you are?"

"Me? Oh, sorry! I forgot to mention! My name is Honba Sorata, I'm from the Honba family, my dad sent me to pick you up... Where are you now?"

"The main house?" Kotekawa Kami immediately understood. It was a call from the child of someone Kenji's uncle knew. It wasn't a scam call saying "It's me, it's me"... But thinking about it, it made sense; what a coincidence.

He became much more polite: "I just got off the train, right to the right of the station entrance, and my luggage is right next to my feet..."

"The person with luggage at their feet... Ah, I see them! Wait a moment, I'm coming right now!"

The phone hangs up.

Kotekawa Kami also turned around and looked back at the same gaze that had just been directed at them.

A short-haired boy wearing round-framed glasses was running towards him from the station entrance where he had just been standing.

He sized up the newcomer.

The child in this family is thin and short, with very white and thin limbs. It seems that he doesn't eat well and is quite picky about food.

His running movements were stiff and uncoordinated, and he became red-faced and out of breath after only a few steps, indicating that he probably hadn't exercised much.

His physical fitness seems a bit too weak.

"Um... are you Kotegawa Kami?" Honba Sorata asked breathlessly.

He craned his neck, looking at Kotegawa Kami, who was almost two heads taller than him, and his eyes showed shock.

Wow, it's huge! And it's also very good-looking?

Those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose, that mouth, that face shape… My God! Could this be the lucky one you personally licked?

Wait a minute! How come his skin is so good too?

He must be from the countryside, right? Shouldn't he have that kind of bronze, more muscular skin?

Now that we're standing together, it seems like I'm the one who came from the countryside.

However, the bronze color doesn't seem too bad.

A storm raged through Sora's mind, and he subconsciously became much more reserved, just like when he was in school.

The slight sense of superiority I felt as a Tokyo resident vanished in an instant.

Kotegawa Kami took two steps back, and then, under the slightly bewildered gaze of Honba Sorata, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Nice to meet you. I am Kotegawa Kami. I am very grateful for your kind visit."

The audience was a bit confused, unsure where this greeting came from, but quickly followed suit, waving his hand in a "Wishing you prosperity" gesture.

"No, no, it's not a big deal. It's not that far from home."

"This tall, handsome guy doesn't seem as difficult to get along with as I imagined... and why is it that listening to him talk gives me such a comfortable feeling?"

"It's still troublesome." Kotekawa Kami bowed again.

Honba Sora wasn't used to being thanked, so he hurriedly said, "Shall we go back first? You must be tired from the journey! Let me help you with your luggage."

He bent down, trying to grab the biggest bag on the ground, but...

"Heave-ho!" Honba Sorata gritted his teeth, his face turned red, his neck bulged, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. In the end, he even shouted out a slogan.

But the bag only lifted slightly off the ground and wobbled a little, almost knocking him down.

Kotekawa Kami quickly took it, fearing that he would fall apart on the spot.

The kids in this family are so fragile; it feels like they'd break at the slightest touch.

“I’ll take care of it…” He was a little embarrassed to say that his bag contained barbell plates: “I’m from the countryside, so I’m a little stronger.”

This time, Kong Tai showed no mercy, and there was no way he could be polite.

He let go with a frustrated look on his face, his shoulders and arms still aching from being pulled.

What's in this bag? Gold ingots? Otherwise, how could it be so heavy?

He opened his mouth, intending to ask a question, but then he remembered that they had only just met and weren't yet familiar enough to ask about other things, so he silently bent down again, cautiously, to pick up the small bag.

This bag only contained the bento that Kotekawa Kamimi hadn't finished eating, and it wasn't very heavy.

Honba Sora easily lifted him up, secretly relieved, and said casually, "Please come this way."

Kotekawa Kami responded and followed beside him.

He followed Honba Sorata from the main street to the alley, passing several traffic lights along the way, but it didn't seem as close as Honba Sorata had said.

Along the way, he was inexplicably stopped by several girls who immediately asked for his phone number.

Naturally, Kami Kotekawa refused to give it to him.

We don't even know each other, why would you want my phone number? Do you want to exchange it for a store discount card? Don't even think about it!

Sorata looked on with a mixture of envy and jealousy.

This guy only just arrived in Tokyo! How come so many cute girls are hitting on him so soon?

He's not bad-looking at all! He's also a top student, has a gentle personality, is honest, and considers himself a model of a good man in modern times.

Even so, after living in Tokyo for more than ten years, he had never encountered a cute girl who took the initiative to ask for his phone number.

Damn, this is truly outrageous!

Kami Kotekawa wasn't quite sure why Sora Honba wasn't leaving, but instead kept staring intently at him.

"Is there something on my face?" He touched the corner of his mouth.

Sorata, snapping out of his daze, subconsciously asked, "I was wondering why you rejected them."

Kamiko Kotekawa asked in surprise, "Huh? Can't I refuse?"

That's strange. What reason would he have to give out his phone number?

Eh?etc!

When I came here, Aunt Akiba said that people in Tokyo like to bully people from the countryside.

So when you stopped him to ask for his phone number, were you actually thinking of bullying or teasing him?

His eyes changed, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Tokyo doesn't seem as nice as it looks...

Even Sorata was stumped by the question; indeed, there really wasn't a reason to give out his phone number.

A pang of bitterness welled up inside him. It turned out that what he envied so much was worthless in other people's eyes...

He stopped worrying about it, picked up his bag and continued walking, saying listlessly, "Actually, my sister and I should have come to pick you up today."

Still wondering if she was going to be bullied, Kotegawa Kami subconsciously chimed in, "Your older sister?"

“Yes, she’s my twin sister, and like us, she’s a freshman this year.” Sora Honba answered, then added, “Actually, she was born five minutes before me.”

Kotekawa Kami nodded. They had chatted about some basic personal information along the way.

For example, they are the same age, both are freshmen this year, and are studying at the same school. As for whether they are in the same class or not, I don't know...

Sorata Honba continued, "She just had something else come up... I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, you're too kind," Kotekawa Kami shook his head.

They've already gone to such lengths to pick him up; they've already taken good care of him. How can he be so ungrateful and act like someone who doesn't know what's good for him?

Honba Sora nodded, looked ahead, and focused on walking.

But soon he turned his head again and asked in confusion, "Aren't you curious about what my sister went to do?"

Kotekawa Kami was also taken aback. Seeing his "you ask me quickly" expression, he couldn't help but wonder.

Why should I be curious about what your sister is doing?

Isn't it impolite to pry into other people's privacy? And I'm really not curious at all!

He shook his head honestly.

Sorata Honba was disappointed and said listlessly, "Okay, actually she went to be with her girlfriend."

Kotekawa Kami was indeed not interested and did not intend to inquire about anything; he simply thought he had misheard.

"Your sister... her girlfriend?"

Honba Sorata adjusted his glasses, looking inscrutable: "Well, she has a very close girlfriend, they're inseparable."

“Oh…” Kotekawa Kami nodded, his understanding of Tokyo deepening once again.

After discussing this topic, Honba Sorata felt much better and began to act as a tour guide for Kotegawa Kami.

Which restaurants have good food, which shops don't rip off customers, which shops have special events on which days of the week, and where you can see girls dressed in black bunny girls or school swimsuits when you pass by in the evening... Kotekawa Kami listened and nodded repeatedly, memorizing everything.

That's what he needs to know.

Oh, excluding the Black Scream and the school swimsuit; he's not interested in those.

"...My home is on a commercial street that's not too far from where you live. When school starts, we can go to school together."

Honba Sorata lives in a shopping street on the northernmost side of Bunkyo Ward, where his family runs a wagashi (Japanese sweets) shop.

"That's wonderful!" Kotegawa Kami said sincerely.

Because he completed the exam and interview online, it was his first time here, and he was completely clueless.

They don't know anything about where they live or where their school is.

This game of Kong Tai really helped him a lot.

Honba Sora didn't care about any of that: "Your luggage has been delivered to your home by the logistics company... Is that your home? The house looks a bit old, but it's still quite nice, and it even has a yard."

“The house belongs to my uncle,” Kotegawa Kami explained briefly.

Actually, the house wasn't bought by Uncle Kenji; it was passed down from his family, and you could say it was their ancestral home.

As for why Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiba didn't live in Tokyo, he could probably guess part of the reason.

Honba Sora nodded, a hint of emotion in his voice: "That's really good, it can save a lot on rent."