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

"Beef is fine too..." Kote Kawakami indicated that he wasn't picky, but he still asked with some concern, "Are you really going to treat me to 5A-grade Wagyu beef with snowflakes? You're not going to go back on your word or turn against me after I finish eating, are you?"

"I can afford to treat you to a meal!" Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

Kotekawa Kami was relieved. There were people who had fallen out with him over a meal before, but Shirakawa Kurumi was really nice; he actually treated him to Wagyu beef.

"Furutegawa..." the pretty girl next to him asked with her hands behind her back, "Do you earn enough money to live on right now?"

"Well, I have enough for living expenses, of course, since I don't have to pay rent."

"So that means they're already financially independent?"

"I guess so, but my family doesn't know I'm a bounty hunter yet, and they still give me a little living allowance every month."

"You didn't tell them?"

“My uncle and aunt are ordinary people, and for some reason, they hate the monsters in the mountains very much and don’t allow me to do anything dangerous, so I can only keep it a secret for now.”

Kotegawa Kami sighed softly.

Kurumi Shirakawa nodded slightly, then thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going home for Golden Week next month, or staying in Tokyo?"

"During the Golden Week holiday, it's also busy time for farm work in the fields. I'm the breadwinner of the family, so I have to go back home no matter what."

"I see..." Shirakawa Kurumi nodded, without saying anything more.

The two walked to the entrance of the shopping street. Before parting ways at the fork in the road, Kotekawa Kami suddenly stroked his chin and pondered, "Did we forget something?"

Shirakawa Kurumi paused, looked down at the schoolbag and katana in her hand, then at Kotekawa Kamimi, slightly puzzled: "Everything's here... what did you forget?"

"Hmm, it feels like something's missing..."

Something is missing?

They stared at each other, blinked a few times, and then suddenly froze, each blurting out, "Your brother/My brother!"

Both of them were suddenly at a loss.

At this point, Shirakawa Nozomi is probably still sitting there dumbly in the club's activity room, waiting for them.

"What should we do? Should we go back?" Kotekawa Kami asked, a hint of guilt in his voice.

Shirakawa Kurumi nodded repeatedly, saying, "If we don't go back, he probably won't talk to us for half a year."

"Wow? That's amazing?"

"Well, that's exactly the kind of person Xiaowang is—suffering for the sake of saving face!"

The two jogged back.

About half an hour later, they returned as usual, but unlike when they left, this time Shirakawa Nozomi was with them.

When they arrived, Shirakawa Nozomi was wondering if the two of them had forgotten about him.

Kotekawa Kami returned home looking "tired." Pushing open the iron gate and entering the foyer, he looked down and saw two pairs of small, round-toed leather shoes.

He paused for a moment, then changed into slippers, entered the entryway, and looked into the living room.

In the living room, Kotori Hana-mai and Honba Yuka were sitting and drinking tea.

Mikazuki Seisakusou, on the other hand, seemed to be busy with something in the kitchen.

Kotekawa Kami put down his schoolbag and sword sheath, and asked with slight confusion, "Why are you two sitting like this?"

Motoyo Yuka blinked at him: "Because we're guests?"

"You bastard!" Kote Kawakami slammed a chop to her head with a "bang."

"rua!"

The girl sitting opposite him, Takanashi Hanamai, was still sitting quietly drinking tea, staring at him without blinking.

The young man and she stared at each other for a moment, then he waved and turned away, saying, "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Huh? Can we go and watch?"

Kamiko Kotekawa had no choice but to give Yuka another chop.

He walked back to his bedroom and glanced into the kitchen as he went.

I saw Mikazuki Seisakusho leaning on a cane, stirring something with the other hand.

Welcome back.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku said.

"What are you doing?"

"Baked cookies."

"Hmm... Good luck then."

Unable to offer any real help, Furutekawa Kami entered the bedroom, closed the door, and changed into loose-fitting casual clothes.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had guests at home today, so he couldn't dress too casually. After confirming that everything was alright, he opened the door, also opened the indoor window, and stepped outside.

He took a can of herbal tea from the refrigerator, and also got some sealed dried fruit, yokan (sweet bean jelly), half a honeydew melon, and a plate of cooked beef for the two girls.

These are all snacks he usually eats as a treat.

There was a cheer from the audience, and at this moment she no longer acted like a guest.

"I have to go do my homework now, you guys take your time eating," said Kotegawa Kami, looking at Takanashi Hanami.

The latter puffed out his cheeks, stuck out his tongue at him, and bent down to pick up some beef with his chopsticks and eat it.

"Naughty……"

Kotegawa Kami took his sword pouch to the courtyard and did some leg stretches and shoulder opening exercises.

Recently, he has been practicing more boxing techniques, while swordsmanship only takes up less than a third of his time.

Because my fist technique is too basic, it's a bit behind my progress in internal energy and swordsmanship.

That won't do.

If you can't keep up with the progress in training your strength in boxing, it means that a large part of your current skill hasn't been converted into actual power, and you won't be able to unleash your full potential when facing an opponent.

Indeed, there are no shortcuts in this world; only down-to-earth hard work is truly effective.

He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes flashing like lightning, his sleeves crackling as he alternated between the Dragon Flower Fist and the Black Tortoise Fist. [Note]

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, Motoba Yuka opened her eyes wide and exclaimed "Wow!"

This was the first time she had ever seen Kotegawa Kamimi actually practice his boxing, and she couldn't take her eyes off him at first glance.

The little bird flitted among the flowers, engrossed in eating beef.

All she wants to do right now is eat.

……

On the street, a car stopped in front of the Kotegawa house.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, with a weathered face, got out of the car.

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he looked preoccupied.

Furutakawa Kami, who was still practicing his boxing in the courtyard, stopped and walked towards the door with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Ishikawa-san, what's wrong?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa opened his mouth, his expression grave: "Something big might be about to happen."

"what?"

"I just received news from Hokkaido that the Evil Spirits are plotting something terrible and intend to take revenge on Tokyo."

Chapter 129 Fist and Sword (Part 1) (Fourth update, please subscribe)

What Yasuhiro Ishikawa said is related to a very short audio clip.

Sitting in the car, Kotekawa Kami listened to the audio three times before he could barely make out the indistinct words "[Ishikawa Yasuhiro]" and "[revenge]" amidst the crackling static.

In the driver's seat, Yasuhiro Ishikawa was pulling at his hair with both hands, his face full of regret and hatred, wishing he could grind his teeth to dust: "I really have to thank the section chief, I guess they've got their eyes on me!"

Kotekawa Kami returned the phone to him, scratched his head, and seemed a bit helpless.

There's too little information. Let's put aside whether it's true or not, and just assume it is, we only know that they will retaliate, but we have no idea how they will retaliate or when they will do it.

That old saying is really true: it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro has truly set his sights on this.

He thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Do you need my help?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said, "No, I plan to stay in the Special Division for the time being, and my family members are also hidden away."

"That's a good idea."

Since we can't know the exact time, it's fine to just stay in the special department.

I've heard that the Special Division's territory is protected by divine power, so even if the members of the Evil Spirit Society are incredibly bold, they probably wouldn't dare to rush in.

“But…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro said worriedly, “I’m worried that those lunatics are so insane that they’ll risk attacking the Special Division to kill me.”

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Indeed, you really can't use the thinking of a normal person to try to understand the thoughts of a madman.

When Ishikawa Yasuhiro saw him nod, he immediately became excited: "You think it will be like this too, right!"

"No, I mean, maybe? Because I don't really understand how those people think, and I don't know how much they hate you..."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, his face full of bitterness.

Actually, everyone's cooperation has always been quite pleasant. The only one to blame is that he had a couple of extra drinks and accidentally fell into his boss's trap.

After thinking for a moment, Kami Kotekawa suggested, "There's no point in rushing like this. Why don't we wait a bit longer and see if we can get any more specific information? After all, I can't be with you 24/7."

"That's all we can do for now," Ishikawa Yasuhiro said, somewhat disappointed.

If possible, he really wanted to keep Kotegawa Kamimi tied to his body 24 hours a day.

Unfortunately, it's not possible.