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

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Honba Sorata's voice was still loud, quite abrupt in the not-so-noisy shop.

Kotekawa looked at him in surprise.

This kid seems a little strange.

There will be an update tomorrow morning.

After school, the five members gathered again at the club behind the school building.

The main purpose of the "Little Birds Dance Flower Dance" and "Mikazuki Clear Sky" activities was to help the siblings get acquainted with the area and visit the clubs.

After spending two weeks at the Ghost Stories Club and reading all the interesting ghost stories there, I no longer felt like going.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you go or not until the next episode of the ghost stories is released.

As for the light music club, it seems they are preparing for a performance this weekend. Sora Honba was also told that he doesn't need to go this afternoon, and they can go together to help set up the stage on the weekend.

The four of them wandered around the bamboo grove. Judging from the siblings' reactions, they didn't know that there was such a large area in the school specifically designated for clubs.

Honba Sorata touched the bamboo, his eyes filled with envy: "This place is great, I'm thinking of coming here to practice guitar."

"Oh, you should go and tell Hu Tao, she's the minister."

"Then, then I'll ask Kotegawa to say it for me."

Shirakawa Kurumi was so beautiful that he was too shy to talk to her.

Honjo Yuuka glanced at him sideways: "It's been two weeks already, and you're still doing odd jobs in the light music club every day? Are you the only new member this year?"

"That's not doing odd jobs, it's necessary training!" Honba Sorata corrected first, then said dejectedly, "The club president said that new members should learn to respect their seniors. We don't need to rush to touch musical instruments during the first month of joining the club. Also, the club activity room isn't very big, so the seniors need to practice first, and we can only use the activity room after they leave."

The three girls listened quietly. Takanashi Hanamai thought for a moment and asked with some doubt, "Is our school's light music club really that strong?"

"Completely unknown!" Motoba Yuka pouted. "I heard that during last year's school festival, only about a dozen people went to see the Light Music Club's performance."

Do they usually give freshmen guitar playing techniques instruction?

"Maybe next month?" Sora Honba said uncertainly.

His chores—no, I mean his necessary training time—is not over yet.

Motoyo Yuka sneered, "What do you mean by learning to respect seniors? This is clearly bullying freshmen! You have no skills whatsoever, all you do is spout this useless nonsense. No wonder you're so unambitious. Your department head is no good either!"

“Yes, it’s not a good thing!” Takanashi Hanamai wholeheartedly agreed, and at the same time, she was very glad that she hadn’t applied to the Light Music Club.

Honba Sora had no rebuttal, and could only look around guiltily, whispering, "Keep your voices down, it's probably just a club rule, anyway, the month is almost over."

"Bullshit routine!" Ben Changyou dismissed with four words and strode towards the activity room.

With her hands behind her back, Xiao Niao You Hua Wu said with deep agreement, "You Jia is right!"

After saying that, she left.

Honba Sorata silently glanced at Mikazuki Haruka, who was still there.

Waiting for her to say something too.

Mikazuki Seikatsu did not disappoint him, and he cursed, "What rubbish, Glasses-kun."

"Hey! Explain yourself!"

In the activity room, the three of them finished discussing the bounty missions they would have to do on Saturday and Sunday.

The school has a rule that students must participate in club activities at least two days a week, and leaving early is not allowed.

So whether you like it or not, even if you do nothing, you have to stay here for at least an hour and a half.

Kotegawa Kamimi held a bare little bamboo branch in his hand, about a meter and a half long, with the tip drooping slightly and two bamboo leaves attached.

He was about to spar with Shirakawa when this little guy challenged him, saying he wanted to test his skills.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well take this opportunity to let this little guy know who the real boss is.

Standing before him was Shirakawa Nozomi, who held a beechwood katana in his hand. This type of wood was very hard, and it would hurt a lot if it struck someone.

Shirakawa glanced sideways at the thin bamboo branch in his hand and said expressionlessly, "Is this your sword?"

"How about we switch?"

The club was only established and opened yesterday afternoon, and they haven't prepared bamboo knives and swords for practice yet.

The wooden sword was brought by Shirakawa Nozomi himself; he only had one sword... It would be too unfair to use a sword.

"How about we wait until our club has everything ready before having a competition?" Shirakawa Kurumi suggested from the side.

"No need! I can use that bamboo branch!" The little priest put away his wooden sword.

Kami Kotekawa shook his head: "No, use what you're good at, otherwise I won't be able to muster the strength."

As Shirakawa Nozomi was stepping out, he turned his head to the side, his face expressionless: "Don't say I'm bullying you."

"Come on! If you can bully me, that's your skill!" Kotekawa Kami waved his bamboo branch, the sound of wind breaking filled the air, and he performed a move called "Sage's Guidance".

Shirakawa Nozomi gripped the wooden swords with both hands, the swords pointing downwards at an angle, adopting a lower stance, abandoning defense, intending to win quickly with a single strike.

"Hey, we've been underestimated!" Kotekawa Kami was determined to teach his little brother a lesson.

As Yuka and Kotori Hanamai walked in through the door, they immediately fell silent, their eyes wide open, pacing back and forth.

The same thing happened to Mikazuki Seisaku and Honba Sorata who came in later.

The four of them tiptoed over to Shirakawa Kurumi and each took a cushion to sit on.

Shirakawa Kurumi looked back and forth between the two sides, and asked tentatively, "Should I call 'start' for you?"

Kotekawa Kami nodded at Shirakawa Nozomi.

The latter took a few steps closer, then stepped forward and drew his knife, shouting, "I'll cut off your head!"

"Oh ho? A feint?" Kote Kawakami flicked the bamboo branch in his hand, making a crisp sound, and slapped it away, pulling away the wooden sword that was about to cut his thigh, with a hint of contempt.

Shirakawa Nozomi took a few steps back, his hand holding the wooden sword trembling, and a tearing pain in the web of his hand.

The moment he was struck by the bamboo stick, he almost lost his grip on the knife.

He deeply felt the power of Kotegawa Kami, and instantly felt as if mountains and seas lay before him.

Fortunately, he didn't forget that this was a friendly sparring match, and gripping the wooden sword, he asked in a deep voice, "Why are you so strong?"

"This isn't strength, it's explosive power." Kotekawa Shinji waved the bamboo branch. He didn't actually use any force; it was just a casual wave, but it was enhanced by his talent [Initial Collapse Stage].

"And another thing, it's not that I'm strong..." He shook his head: "It's just that you're too weak, little brother! In terms of speed, strength, and your rigid and clumsy skills and poor acting, you can't even beat Shizuka."

As soon as Shirakawa Nozomi made his move, he realized that this young man had no real combat experience, and even had very little experience sparring with others.

Every move he made was like a machine; although it was standard and could even be called good, it was utterly useless.

If you fight with other people, you're definitely destined to be cannon fodder.

The young priest's pale face turned pale and then red, and he glared and shouted, "I was just careless just now! Let's try again!"

The girl, Takanashi Hanamai, looked at Shirakawa Kurumi with a puzzled expression and asked softly, "Why use Teacher Ichi as a comparison?"

Shirakawa Kurumi was silent for a while, then said quietly, "It's probably because he beat me up before, so we're more familiar with each other."

The other three all turned their heads in unison.

On the field, Shirakawa Nozomi and Kotekawa Kami clashed again.

The same technique involves stepping forward and striking with the sword.

Kotekawa Kamimi grinned, and the force in his hand suddenly became like a gentle breeze rustling a willow branch. In the instant he blocked the wooden sword, he twisted his wrist, wrapped it around the sword, and then used the force of the sword's strike to swing it to the side.

The wooden sword in Shirakawa Nozomi's hand slipped out of his grasp and slammed into the wall on the left.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

Kotegawa Kami is still in the posture of waving a bamboo stick.

Shirakawa Nozomi stared blankly, his palms rubbed raw and red. It wasn't that he couldn't hold on; the force was so strong that he couldn't even react!

Kotekawa Kami retracted the bamboo branch and said slowly, "You lack experience in combat. Fujiwara-sensei is right. We need a mentor, at least enough to guide you. Wait until you can beat your mentor before challenging me."

Chapter 135 Do You Want to Become a God?

"Furugawa, Fujiwara-sensei wants us to go to school at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Also, the teacher said you need to write a written explanation about skipping class on Wednesday afternoon and bring it to school tomorrow as well. Otherwise, the teacher said she might consider notifying your family."

Just as he finished eating barbecue and hadn't even had a chance to find a place to properly savor the meal, Kotekawa Kami received a call from Shirakawa Kurumi, and he could hear the girl's gloating tone in her voice.

He hung up the phone, said goodbye to the overeaten Honba Sorata, rushed into the train station as fast as he could, and finally returned home covered in sweat. Without even tidying up, he sat properly at the table, swallowed hard, and shakily wrote the first line: "I shouldn't have skipped class, I apologize..."

He spent three whole hours writing the self-criticism. By the time he finished the last line and breathed a sigh of relief, it was already pitch black outside.

Mikazuki Haruka, who had returned sometime earlier, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, sipping tea and reading a book.

"You're back?" Kotekawa Kami said instinctively.

"Ten minutes after you return."

"Oh, really? You haven't had dinner yet? Why don't we go eat now?"

"I passed by a barbecue restaurant on my way home from school and ate there with Yuka Hana."

"Huh? What a coincidence! Glasses-kun and I also ate barbecue today..."

Mikazuki Seisakusho got up, tiptoeing on his right toes which he still couldn't fully exert himself, went to the kitchen to make another cup of tea, brought it to him, and glanced at the document that Kotegawa Kami had been writing on the table.

"what is this?"

"A brief analysis of the consequences and impacts of unauthorized free action during high school."

"what?"

"A letter of apology for skipping class."

Mikazuki Seisakusho lowered her eyelids slightly, pursed her lips, and puffed out her cheeks, before quickly returning to normal.

Kotekawa Kami looked at her suspiciously: "Were you laughing at me just now?"

"No, you're mistaken. I don't usually smile." Mikazuki turned and went into the bathroom.