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

Shirakawa Nozomi didn't see it clearly and wasn't sure.

However, if it really is that unlucky older sister in the family, then she must have gone too far.

His eyes flickered; he was tempted to stay and wait to see the joke unfold.

But Kotekawa Kami glanced at the time on his phone and said, "Let's go in first. I still have to hand in my apology letter for skipping class the day before yesterday."

The younger brother glanced at him, and said casually as he walked away, "Have you ever heard a ghost story?"

"what?"

Once upon a time, there was a handsome guy just like you.

"and after?"

"Later, he died because of his womanizing!" Shirakawa Nozomi said with a sinister expression.

Kami Kotekawa was stunned for a moment, then asked curiously, "How did he die? Did he even date a ghost? That's amazing!"

The young priest glanced at him expressionlessly and stepped into the school.

"Hey, tell the whole story! A bad ending will get you a 'cut-off'!"

The fiery little priest clenched his fists!

The two argued as they entered the teaching building and almost started fighting again, only to be stopped by Fujiwara-sensei who heard the commotion and came out to check on them.

Kote Kawakami immediately became obedient, respectfully greeted him, and took out the apology letter that he had spent three hours writing the night before from his bag. He handed it over with both hands and admitted his mistake, saying, "I'm sorry, teacher. I will never skip class again."

Fujiwara-sensei asked in her usual drawn-out tone, "Takanashi-sensei said it's because she went to practice the school song? Is that right?"

Huh? Teacher Senko already explained it to him. Kotekawa Kami paused slightly, opened his mouth, but didn't utter a sound.

The self-criticism was submitted too early!

Fortunately, Fujiwara-sensei, who had lived most of his life, had no intention of really pursuing the matter. He rolled up the letter of apology, held it in his hand, and carried it behind his back.

Where is Hu Tao?

"Yes, I'm here!"

Shirakawa Kurumi, also carrying a long, thin nylon bag, jogged to the door.

Kotegawa Kami and Shirakawa Nozomi turned their heads at the same time, looking her up and down.

Shirakawa Kurumi remained calm.

"Now that everyone's here, let's hurry up and get there." Mr. Fujiwara said, walking out of the classroom with his hands behind his back.

Three people followed behind.

Kotegawa Kami looked at the little girl and tentatively asked, "Were you the one riding the motorcycle just now?"

"You must be mistaken, I came by taxi!" Shirakawa Kurumi emphasized.

"Really?" He said "Oh," then he must have misread it.

On the other side, Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly asked, "You didn't go back home again, change your clothes, and then take a taxi here, did you?"

Shirakawa Kurumi's face stiffened, and she turned to glare at him fiercely: "I didn't!"

The little priest fell silent.

Furutekawa Kami seemed to be deep in thought.

Shirakawa Kurumi took a deep breath, thinking to herself that she was beautiful, gentle, graceful, generous, and understanding, and would never stoop to the level of her bratty little brother!

Kami Kotegawa, who was standing nearby, asked excitedly, "You bought a motorcycle?"

"Did you submit your self-criticism?" Shirakawa Kurumi looked at him gently.

Kami Kotekawa felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, so he abruptly changed the subject: "I heard we're going to visit the Holy Light?"

"Holy Light is a long-established school in the exorcism competition. Although their results aren't great, they've participated every year for decades, so they're quite experienced. We might be able to learn something from them." Shirakawa Kurumi said with a smile, "Did you have fun with Takanashi the day before yesterday afternoon?"

"Besides becoming a formal Onmyoji priest, what other benefits are there to participating in the exorcism competition?" Kotegawa Shinmi turned to ask the junior priest.

Shirakawa Kurumi puffed out her cheeks.

The junior priest frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Three million in cash, one hundred high-quality Yin Qi pills, a profound spell scroll, and a shikigami that can be contracted."

"Is that all?"

"Besides money, everything else is a priceless treasure that everyone's fighting tooth and nail for. Don't you think that's enough?"

"It's basically nothing to me."

"Huh? You're not even tempted by three million in cash?"

Kotekawa Kami looked at him with a very tactful expression.

The teacher, Fujiwara, who was walking ahead, slowly asked, "What does Kotegawa-kun need?"

"What do I need?" Kotegawa Kamimi thought for a moment and said, "A very, very high-class apartment, preferably in the port area, or Setagaya would be nice too. I also need an identity that allows me to take on exorcism jobs, without having to sign a contract of servitude, and without any limit on the number of jobs I can do; and a longsword made of a very rare and precious metal."

Fujiwara-sensei fell silent.

The junior priest beside him scoffed, "It's just a mere exorcism competition! What are you dreaming about?"

“This isn’t a pipe dream!” Kotekawa Kami corrected, saying confidently, “Whether it’s an apartment or a longsword, I’ll have them all someday!”

The young priest instinctively wanted to retort and mock him, but the words wouldn't come out. Upon closer reflection, it seemed to be true.

He fell silent once again, his silence tinged with a sense of isolation.

"Then wouldn't you also need a beautiful, gentle, graceful, understanding, and wealthy wife like me?" Shirakawa Kurumi blinked, a hint of coquettishness in her eyes.

Kotekawa Kami looked at her for a while, and then a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

What's even more infuriating is that Shirakawa Nozomi, standing next to him, is also frowning, looking puzzled and incredulous.

For the first time, Shirakawa Kurumi felt an urge to draw her sword and kill those two guys.

Sensing the somewhat disharmonious atmosphere behind him, Mr. Fujiwara shook his head slightly, took out his car keys from his pocket, got into the car with the three unfortunate students, fastened their seatbelts, and sped away.

The three people squeezed in at the back huddled together and whispered for a while.

Kotegawa Kami asked, "Teacher, when we arrive at the Holy Light, is there anything we need to be careful about?"

"The reason we're going there this time is to have a friendly exchange between exorcism societies," Fujiwara-sensei said calmly.

Kotekawa Kami paused, then seemed to be deep in thought.

So, it turns out that not only do you have to visit, but you also have to fight with people?

However, it seems like they're all girls on the other side, and they seem quite difficult to deal with. It's not easy to make a move.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was standing next to him, tugged at his sleeve and whispered with a gossipy look, "I heard that Fujiwara-sensei once took his students to Seiko Middle School, but they lost badly and were laughed at."

"And we've been there more than once, but after the last attempt to communicate failed, the exorcism society's activity room was banned from use," Shirakawa Nozomi added in a low voice.

"Failed again and again? But the teacher is so old, he should not care about these things anymore, right?" Kotekawa Kami guessed, glancing casually at the rearview mirror and seeing Fujiwara-sensei's expressionless face.

Chapter 137 The Holy Light is Deceiving You (5/18)

Seikō Private High School is located about five kilometers away from Kano Private High School. It's not too far, but it's not exactly close either, since it's in the Kyoto Ward.

The gate of Shengguang Private School is very low-key, with a half-person-high stone wall on one side and a nearly two-meter-high retractable gate.

The buildings inside are much nicer than the plain, boxy buildings of Kano Academy.

With her hands behind her back, Mr. Fujiwara slowly walked towards the door.

Kotekawa Kami and the other two followed behind, all looking at the holy light with their heads turned.

I've heard that the school uniforms at this school are really nice, and the girls are all incredibly cute, with long legs and big breasts. They all look stunning in tights.

We'll soon find out whether it's true or false.

Teachers were already waiting for them at the main gate of Shengguang School.

She was a female teacher in her early twenties, wearing a teacher's skirt and a single ponytail. She was youthful, with a curvaceous figure and was in the prime of her life.

Kotegawa and his two companions instinctively stopped in their tracks, giving the teachers space to exchange pleasantries.

The other person clasped their hands in front of their body and bowed slightly to Fujiwara-sensei: "It's been a long time since I've greeted you, Fujiwara-sensei. Welcome."

"Not at all, not at all. We apologize for our intrusion and hope you don't find us rude."

Kotekawa Kami, standing behind, lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Why did she call you 'Sir'?"

This country has a lot of rules and customs regarding greetings and forms of address. He had lived here for almost six years and knew a bit about them.

From the baby talk "酱" used to address children, to "君" used to address peers or juniors, to the respectful title "桑" used for formal greetings, to the higher-ranking "样", and even the more prestigious "殿".

As for the title "Your Excellency," it seems to be a title reserved for people of high status, and is considered extremely formal.

"This is probably because Fujiwara-sensei is quite senior?" Shirakawa Kurumi, who didn't know much about it, guessed.

With her hands behind her back, Fujiwara-sensei turned around and said, "This is Hino Hoshiko, the advisor of the Exorcism Club at Seigaku Academy. She is my junior."

"Nice to meet you, Hino-sensei!"

The three of them spoke in unison and clasped their hands in a fist salute.

Kotekawa Kami looked bewildered and glanced sideways.

Why are you copying me?

Hino Hoshiko was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you all. Welcome to Seigaku Academy. I hope you all gain something today."

After saying that, she turned around and led the way: "Please come this way, Mr. Fujiwara, and three other students."

The group followed him into the school.

The main road of Shengguang Campus is lined with two rows of cherry blossom trees whose petals have already fallen. The huge campus feels empty, especially since it's Saturday and it's raining.

The three of them looked around.

But it's just something new to see; they're all the same inside.

The female teacher leading the way remained silent, whether out of nervousness or restraint, her white high-heeled shoes making a crisp sound as she led them to the back of the school building, a place also hidden by a bamboo grove.

Kotegawa Kami was surprised.