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

Before returning home after being chased away by Mikazuki in the early hours of this morning.

The light drizzle has been falling until now.

He practiced a set of boxing moves to get his blood and energy flowing, and before going downstairs, he took one last look at the bird's nest.

The parrot, who had returned sometime yesterday, was curled up in its nest and fast asleep.

He tapped it and gave it a handful of beans: "Get up, we're going out in a bit."

Parrot blew snot bubbles, smacked its beak, and ignored him.

Kotekawa Kami glanced sideways at him, but didn't shout any more. He went downstairs to wash his face, change his clothes, grabbed an umbrella, and headed out towards the shopping street.

He had indeed gotten up too early; only the seafood vendor was open for business. He went over to take a look, shook his head, and left.

Stewing fish is such a hassle.

Fortunately, there were convenience stores that were open 24 hours a day. He went in, took a look around, and bought some miscellaneous snacks to tide him over. He planned to find a place to have breakfast after he arrived in Saitama.

After returning home, he changed into the demon skin coat he had worn, took a new sword, picked up his outing bag, went upstairs, pulled the still-lying Parrot Broly out of the bird's nest, stuffed it into his bag, and carried it out the door.

Near the station, the Shirakawa siblings had also arrived, one wearing the uniform of the Special Division and the other wearing the hunting robe of a priest.

Shirakawa Kurumi, pulling a small suitcase, stared at Kotegawa Kami with shining eyes, and at the clothes he was wearing.

Although it doesn't have any special logo, the style is very similar to an improved version of the one she's wearing now.

But none of that matters!

He's so handsome!

How could there possibly be such a handsome man in the world?

Kami Kotekawa walked up to her and raised his hand in greeting, "Good morning! Have you eaten?"

"Not yet! Kotegawa, your outfit looks really good!" Shirakawa Kurumi was too shy to compliment him directly, so she circled around him first and even touched his clothes.

"Huh? Only the clothes are nice?"

"Ugh! You're so glib! But you're prettier!"

"We're in the same boat..."

Standing behind, Shirakawa Nozomi lowered his hand, which was about to greet them, and silently watched the two people in front of him... chatting and joking around, as if he were superfluous.

"The car is about to leave," he casually reminded him.

"Oh!" The two walked into the station, and Kotekawa Kami asked, "Does the Special Department provide breakfast?"

"We'll offer it, but let's wait until we get to Saitama to eat it, shall we?"

"Why? Doesn't it taste good?"

"With your appetite, it's hard for us to go unnoticed. Wouldn't our fake identity be exposed then?"

"Hmm, that is indeed a problem..."

Shirakawa Nozomi, carrying a hiking backpack, followed silently behind.

He was indeed superfluous, wasn't he?

Just like last time, they sat in a private box reserved for special agents and kept a low profile throughout the journey.

Saitama and Chiba are both adjacent to Tokyo, even closer than Yamanashi.

Today, their first stop is a village in central Saitama, where they will undertake a mission that is both simple and difficult, classified as "Difficulty Level 3".

The three sat in the corner, heads slightly bowed, without saying a word. They only breathed a sigh of relief after arriving at their destination and getting off the bus.

Hitchhiking is great, but it's also a little nerve-wracking, because you're afraid some older woman might come up and ask where you're from.

Being too handsome can indeed be a problem.

The three left the station. Kotekawa Kami rubbed his stomach and the first thing he did was take out his phone to navigate, focusing intently on finding a restaurant to eat at.

Shirakawa Kurumi and Shirakawa Nozomi followed behind; they hadn't eaten breakfast either.

Kamiko Kotekawa found a grilled eel restaurant and went inside following the smell.

The two siblings looked up at the sign from outside and exchanged glances.

Shirakawa Nozomi touched the backpack on his back and said casually, "I brought rice balls."

"I didn't say I wouldn't invite you!" Shirakawa Kurumi said somewhat irritably.

"Since you're treating, you have to make sure everyone's full!"

"..."

Shirakawa Kurumi silently stepped inside, followed closely by the little priest.

Inside the restaurant, Kami Kotekawa was ordering food. Without looking up, he casually asked, "What would you like to eat? We have three kinds of eel: premium eel, high-grade eel, and regular eel."

"Give me the premium grade! Two servings, please!" The young heiress said nonchalantly.

The junior priest next to me raised his head slightly: "I want three servings!"

Kami Kotekawa nodded and handed the menu back to the waiter: "Please bake ten servings first."

The young waitress paused, somewhat puzzled. She counted on her fingers and looked at him seriously: "Sir, you've miscalculated. Three plus two equals five, so it should be five portions."

Kotekawa Kami glanced at her and muttered, "I didn't come in here just to sit and watch people eat."

The waitress realized what was happening, blushed, and walked away with her head down.

Kotekawa Kami breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his slightly furrowed brows.

He feels very uncomfortable when he's hungry, and he usually doesn't like to talk to people at this time because it's a waste of his energy.

The young priest rummaged in his large backpack, placed two seaweed-wrapped rice balls in front of him, and said casually, "These were made by Walnut. They're ugly and taste terrible, but you'll have to make do with them."

Shirakawa Kurumi glared at him and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, my kneaded ones taste delicious!"

"Then I won't be polite!" Kotekawa Kami picked up a piece, took a bite, and was about to swallow when suddenly an incredibly sour and spicy chili oil burst in his mouth. His expression twisted instantly, and he swallowed it with a ferocious look on his face.

Shirakawa Kurumi held out her hands, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious! Next time, make it a little less flavorful!"

"Really?" Shirakawa Kurumi was overjoyed. This was her first time trying to make rice balls, and she had even added a lot of her own ideas to them. She didn't expect them to be so successful!

"I really am a cute, pretty, smart, kind, gentle, and powerful genius girl..." She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Shirakawa Nozomi frowned slightly, his expression a mixture of suspicion and inquiry.

He personally watched this silly girl pour in the chili oil and vinegar yesterday... How could this stuff taste good? How hungry are you?

Kotekawa Kami, having regained his composure, looked at the rice ball in front of him, placed it in front of Shirakawa Nozomi, and said earnestly, "I bet you haven't tried Kurumi's cooking yet, have you? Try it, it's really delicious!"

“No need, I’m not hungry.” Shirakawa Nozomi refused without hesitation.

"Aren't you hungry?" Shirakawa Kurumi frowned. "Then why did you order three servings of eel rice? Are you really not hungry, or do you think my cooking is bad?"

"She's probably not hungry, right? After all, how could a beautiful girl like Hu Tao make bad rice balls?" Kotekawa Kamimi chimed in from the side.

"Since you're not hungry, how about we order one dish? Ordering so much would be a waste, wouldn't it?" Shirakawa Kurumi glared at him. "Don't think I can just waste food like that just because I'm paying! Do you think my money grows on trees? Huh?"

Shirakawa's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hand to stop him, staring at Kotekawa Kami and saying, "I was just being modest earlier, I'm actually very hungry..."

As he spoke, he picked up the rice ball and put it in his mouth.

The tangy, spicy, and slightly bitter flavors exploded in his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious! It would be even better if it were a little less spicy!" the little priest said, sniffling as tears streamed down his face from the spiciness.

Chapter 109 Let me show you the power of an Onmyoji

After finishing their eel rice, the three patted their bellies and left the restaurant, heading west to find a place to rent a car.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who had been following beside her with her tongue lolling out and panting the whole way, huffed and puffed, "Is this rice ball really delicious?"

The young priest didn't speak, his eyebrows furrowed together, as if he were slightly troubled.

Kotekawa Kami analyzed seriously: "Although it was a little stimulating at first, the flavor was subtly excellent, with a balance of sour and spicy. Paired with the salty and crunchy seaweed, it was really delicious! Next time, I could make it a little milder, or use this ratio of vinegar and chili oil to marinate the beef, which would probably taste even better."

Shirakawa Kurumi, who had just been quite taken aback by the spiciness, blinked and asked, "Really?"

"It's true! I, Kotegawa, never lie when it comes to food!"

Shirakawa Nozomi snapped out of his reverie, glanced at him, and said, "Personally, I recommend black Wagyu beef."

"Oh?" Shirakawa Kurumi blinked her beautiful eyes and said happily, "Then I'll try it next time! But if it doesn't taste good, you must tell me, don't lie to me, okay?"

"Of course! Everyone wants to eat even better food!"

"Hum~"

While they were talking, the three of them found a car rental shop. Under the owner's surprised and suspicious gaze, they agreed on a price and rented two motorcycles.

Since the place we were going to was a village where buses only run once every two hours, cycling was the best option.

As for driving, none of the three of them had a driver's license and none of them knew how to drive, so they didn't want to.

The young priest walked to his motorcycle, rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully strapped his large travel bag and Shirakawa Kurumi's box to the back seat. With himself added, there was no room left.

Clearly, he never intended for anyone to ride in the same car with him in the first place.

Shirakawa Kurumi handed the helmet to Kotegawa Kami, smiling and saying, "The road to Saitama is very good, but you'll be going a bit fast, so make sure you hold on tight."

"Let's not rush, safety comes first," Kotekawa Kami advised earnestly.

Shirakawa Kurumi obediently replied, "I understand!"

Seeing her reaction, Kotegawa Kami had a feeling that the journey ahead wouldn't be as he had imagined.

The junior priest, who was already prepared, fixed his phone to the front of the car, put on his helmet, and revved the engine. He said calmly, "I'll go first. See you, Ogawa."

"You better slow down! If you dare speed, you're dead when we get back!" Shirakawa Kurumi said in an unfriendly tone.

The young priest didn't say anything, but the noise from twisting the throttle became much quieter.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the young priest who was in his heart, then got into the car, sat down, and held on tight.