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

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Chapter 113 Digging for Money Boxes (Part Two)

At 3 p.m., Kotegawa Kami jumped out of Takanashi's window, letting out a burp as he did so.

Pizza gets cloying after a while, and Takanashi's diet isn't very healthy.

"You come back here right now!" From the second-floor window, Takanashi Hanako poked her head out and said angrily, "Take the boxes with you too, otherwise how am I going to explain to my mom that I ate nine boxes of pizza in one meal?"

"Why don't you just tell the truth? Hey, don't rush, step back a bit..." Seeing her raise her eyebrows, Kotekawa quickly said, took a few steps back, took a running start, jumped high, grabbed the window and jumped back in. After tidying up inside for a while, he threw two stacks of pizza boxes out the window into his yard. Just as he was about to jump down again, Takanashi Hanamai grabbed his clothes.

The little girl held on tightly, grunted twice, and thought that she could just leave after eating her fill. But there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"Do you have something else to do this afternoon?"

Kotekawa Kami looked up at the still-rainy sky, thought for a moment, and said, "Practice my skills, meditate, and go out for a patrol tonight."

"How about we stay here and study together, or go out for a walk, or play games?"

Kami Kotekawa patted his stomach and hesitated for a moment: "I just ate, I need to rest a bit. Should I study instead? I'll go out when I'm hungry again."

"Are there only food shops on the street?" Takanashi Hanamai muttered to herself, turning to grab her schoolbag.

Unsurprisingly, it's still math.

Kami Kotekawa wasn't very good at math either, so he was even more careful when teaching. After carefully considering the problem himself, he wrote down all the relevant knowledge points for each problem on a separate sheet of paper. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he give the paper to Hanako Takanashi and cautiously said, "I only wrote down the general knowledge points involved. If you want to learn well, you can't be lazy. Review the parts you're not familiar with, and then refer to this problem. You should be able to do the other problems then."

"Okay, then you sit here and don't leave. I'm going to study now!" Takanashi Hanako took a box of dried fruit out of the drawer and handed it to him. Then she lay down on the table and looked at the questions back and forth.

Kami Kotekawa held the box of dried fruit, somewhat speechless.

Is he a restless, fidgety child?

He opened the box, picked up a slice of kiwi and put it in his mouth, then opened his textbook to preview next week's lessons.

The textbook for "Birds Dancing Among Flowers" also has her own style. In the blank spaces, you can always see lines of musical notation with notes that are incomprehensible to both the horizontal and vertical lines.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened with dark clouds. After finishing his preview, Kotekawa Kami ate some dried fruit by himself and chatted with Glasses-kun on his phone.

The guy with glasses said he'd be passing by here after his delivery, so I brought him some freshly made red bean daifuku.

"Soft, sweet and delicate red bean daifuku..." Kotekawa Kami swallowed hard, glanced at Kotori Hanabusa who was tilting her head to watch him, then looked down at the half-eaten dried fruit in the box, picked up a piece, and tentatively asked, "Want some?"

"Ah~" Takanashi Hanamai tilted her head slightly and opened her little mouth.

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then handed over the kiwi fruit in his hand.

The little bird, Bird Dance Flower Dance, took a big bite of the kiwi, and after chewing it, it stuck out its pink little tongue and licked its lips, leaving them glistening with moisture.

It has a strangely erotic feel to it.

Kotekawa Kami felt a little strange. He glanced at her chest subconsciously, then regained his composure.

The little bird, playing among the flowers, glanced at him sideways.

Although I hadn't noticed it before, I suddenly had an urge to kick this guy to death.

Kotekawa Kami stood up and said, "I'm leaving now. Glasses-kun will be here later."

"Is Glasses-kun coming? Is he looking for you or me?" Takanashi Hanamai frowned.

"You're looking for me. There's red bean daifuku to eat. I'll get you a few later too." Kotekawa Kami waved and jumped out of the window, landing smoothly.

Kotori Hanamaru lay on the table, looking out the window, and said speechlessly, "You really can eat! I want ten red bean daifuku! No, fifteen!"

"Okay, okay..." Kotekawa Kami is usually quite generous when he's not hungry. He bent down to pick up the pizza boxes on the ground, carried them back into the house, and waved, "Keep studying, I'll throw them in for you later."

"No, you have to bring it up."

"Oh dear, you're really being willful; alright, I'll take it up to you."

A dozen minutes later, Honba Sorata arrived on his bicycle, carrying a bag of red bean daifuku wrapped in a packaging bag with his shop's name and logo printed on it.

Hearing the commotion, Kotekawa Kamimi came out of the door, also carrying a large bag.

The former paused, adjusted his glasses, and asked in confusion, "What are you holding?"

"These are souvenirs I bought in Saitama. I'll take them back to Uncle Takama, Aunt Natsumi, and Yuka to share."

Kotegawa Kamimi exchanged bags with him.

Sora, bewildered, clutched a bag heavier than the daifuku he had brought, and hesitated, "Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Don't worry, I bought several kinds, you won't get tired of them." Kotekawa Kami tore open a package, popped a daifuku into his mouth, and mumbled, "Want to go out for dinner together?"

“Next time…” Honba Sorata also took out a small pumpkin dessert from the plastic bag, put it in his mouth, and sighed as he chewed: “I have to go to the club later because something’s going on.”

"Are the clubs so busy? What competitions are they participating in?"

"Well..." Honba Sorata mumbled, too embarrassed to admit that he was unlucky enough to be called over by his senior to move things and do odd jobs. He swallowed the food in his mouth, got on his bicycle, and turned back to say, "Well, I'm off then, see you tomorrow!"

"Okay, drive carefully, see you tomorrow."

Kotekawa Kami watched him leave, then went back to his room and counted the red bean daifuku. Honjo Sorata had brought quite a lot, a total of thirty-nine.

He divided the large bag into three portions, went out and ran to Kotori Hanamai's house, and gave the bag to Kotori Hanamai who opened the door.

The latter took it, a strange look in his eyes: "Why didn't you go through the window?"

"I just ate daifuku, so I'm not ready for strenuous exercise. I'm going back now." Kotekawa Kami waved and ran back.

"Hey..." Takanashi Hanamai couldn't stop anyone, rolled her eyes slightly, and was about to close the door and go upstairs to find out what was going on when Takanashi Chiko returned with her bag.

She asked casually, "What did Kotegawa bring just now?"

"Red bean daifuku from Glasses-kun's shop..." Takanashi Hanako opened the bag to show her, feeling a little scared.

Luckily, that guy didn't jump out of the window.

"Red bean daifuku? That looks good! Mom, can I take a couple more?"

"I'll just eat five, you can have the rest." Takanashi Hanamai wasn't very hungry; she'd had pizza, Saitama snacks, and dried fruit all afternoon.

"Then Mom won't stand on ceremony. I'll have some black tea with me. Darjeeling will do today!" Chiko Takanashi happily entered the living room carrying the bag, her voice drifting back from afar: "Kotegawa-kun is so nice to you. He always thinks of you when he has something to eat. Does he like you?"

"No!" Takanashi Hanako blushed and subconsciously retorted, then thought about it carefully and sighed, "He likes girls with big breasts."

"Ah la la, sad..."

"What do you mean by regrettable! I'm only sixteen! I still have time!"

Qianzi's mother didn't say anything, but just sighed, expressing her pessimism about her daughter's future.

"Mommy is already having worries at your age! So are you sure it's okay?"

"..."

Chapter 114 Digging for Money Boxes (Part 3)

Night fell, the rain stopped, but not completely; the sky remained dark and starless.

Kotegawa Kami escorted Mikazuki Haruka home, but didn't rush back.

He carried his sword bag and shovel, and casually walked his bird, heading further north into the northern district.

He only remembered that there was a money box waiting for him to dig up after the glass windows were replaced today.

Parrot Broly seems to dislike flying, or perhaps he's too fat, and flying with wings isn't as strenuous as walking.

It walked ahead, raised its wings to cover its mouth and yawned, still looking listless.

Kamiko looked down at it, somewhat puzzled: "You've been sleeping for so long, haven't you had enough sleep yet? What were you doing the night before last?"

“Great human, this has nothing to do with where I went or what I did last night. I just need to sleep to maintain my strength…” Parrot Bro said, yawning again. “You can think of it as the time for hibernation.”

"Do monsters hibernate in the spring?" Kotekawa Kami thought to himself. No wonder he often had no luck at night when he was at home.

"Probably?" Parrot Bro was listless, and even the luster of his feathers had dimmed considerably.

Kotekawa Kami looked him over, feeling that it wasn't quite what he was talking about, but he didn't know much about bird-like monsters, so there was nothing he could do.

Parrot Brolyo led him back to the Evil Spirit Society's mansion, through the cordon set up by the Special Division, and stood in the middle of the yard. His bird eyes drooped, and he pointed with his wing at the backyard, saying, "It's under a cherry blossom tree in the back. I can't take it anymore, I need to sleep..."

After saying that, it flapped its wings and flew up, then burrowed into the backpack that Kotegawa Kami was carrying, curled up into a ball, and fell fast asleep.

Furutekawa Kami was speechless, but didn't bother with it anymore. He zipped up the zipper, leaving a small opening for breathing, and then carried the shovel to the backyard.

The house was very large, and it was pitch black everywhere. The evening breeze blew, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves creaked and groaned. The hooting of an owl came from somewhere.

It's kind of creepy.

Kami Kotekawa twitched his nose but didn't smell anything strange.

He obtained a seemingly useless yet not entirely useless talent from the Five-Eyed Ratman, commonly known as a "chicken rib" talent: his sensitivity to various smells was many times higher than before, as if a strange switch had been flipped.

Fortunately, if he doesn't focus all his attention on his sense of smell, he's usually the same as before.

Otherwise, he would need to wear a mask every day when going out.

Well, as for why I didn't smell Mikazuki at home during the day... isn't it obvious? How could a gentleman as gentle and refined as Kotekawa Kami possibly smell a beautiful girl?

He turned on his flashlight, felt safe, and went to the backyard. He found the cherry blossom tree, spat on his hands twice, and started digging.

When it comes to digging with a shovel, no one knows better than a country kid.

One shovel, two shovels, three shovels...

The ground beside them gradually piled up into a mound of earth.

When Kotekawa saw that half a person had gone down, he stopped, changed direction and continued digging. In the end, he dug around and dug up all the trees, but still couldn't find the money box.

He frowned, wondering if Parrot was playing a trick on him. But then he thought it shouldn't be, otherwise how could it be sleeping so soundly in his bag?

"Did I dig up the wrong tree?" he thought to himself, threw the shovel on it, jumped off the ground, shone his flashlight around, and was speechless.

Wow, the whole backyard was planted with a row of cherry blossom trees?

Damn it! That guy, Parrot Bro, didn't even specify which tree it was!

He put down his bag and patted Parrot's face, but Parrot seemed to have been wide awake for three days and three nights and was so sleepy that he couldn't be woken up no matter how he called.