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

"Good? He's starting to retire now!" Honba Takama snorted, but before he could continue, a muffled voice interrupted him.

"Please, please have some tea."

With a bruised and swollen face and several bumps on his head, Honba Sorata shakily brought the tea to Kotegawa Kami.

Kotegawa Kami quickly took it, looking at him with great sympathy.

This Uncle Honba was indeed a delinquent who was on par with Uncle Kenji back in the day. He didn't hold back when it came to beating people up, regardless of whether they were his biological son or not.

Looking at him like that, Honba Sorata really wanted to cry. Just now, his father dragged him into the room without saying a word and gave him a good beating. Look at the beating he got.

Even after being beaten, it wasn't over; he still had to serve tea and water and take good care of him.

"Is this really the treatment a biological son receives?"

The bruised and swollen boy shifted his position to the side, then knelt down obediently, his body slightly prostrate, like a dogeza (a traditional Japanese swearing position), truly waiting to have tea and water poured for him.

Seeing his posture, Kijima couldn't help but clench his fists and said to Kami Kotegawa in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing."

Kotekawa Kami lowered his head and took a sip of tea. This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a situation, and for a moment he really didn't know how to smooth things over.

He couldn't understand why Sora had suddenly yelled like that and rushed over like he didn't care about his life.

This is definitely a deliberate attempt to cause trouble!

If he were the one who was ambushed like that, even with the best temper, he would definitely twist the other person's head off.

Honba Sorata quietly shifted his position to a corner, away from his father and Kotegawa Kami.

He didn't know why he did it, but perhaps it was just an instinctive reaction that intelligent beings would make when they encountered danger?

Kijima didn't want to stay here anymore; his anger had mostly subsided after the beating he'd just received.

He stood up: "I'll go see if the sushi has arrived. Xiaojian, don't be shy, just make yourself at home."

He and Kenji Kotegawa have been good friends since kindergarten, so he really didn't treat Kotegawa Kamimi as an outsider.

Kotekawa Kami responded and watched him leave.

Then, Honba Sorata, standing beside him, plopped down on the tatami mat with a "thud," then jumped up again, dragging his numb legs, looking flustered: "Let's go! Let's go to my room! Otherwise, when he comes back, I'll be kneeling again!"

“If you don’t go up, Uncle Kima probably won’t come back…” Kotekawa Kami looked solemn and got up to follow him upstairs.

There were two rooms on the second floor. Honba Sorata limped along the wall and walked toward the inner room, casually saying, "That's my sister's room. She shouldn't be back yet. She usually comes in right at the curfew."

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the room and saw that the door was locked, with a small wooden sign hanging on it that read "Yuka".

Honba Sorata casually opened his room door, which had only a single handle and no latch.

"Don't look under the bed or in the bottom drawer of the desk. You can do whatever you want with the rest. I'll go get some drinks."

Kotegawa Kami remained silent, thinking to himself that if this were ancient times, Honba Sorata would definitely be the protagonist of the "protesting too much" story.

"I'll go with you."

"The refrigerator is downstairs, it would be too noisy for two people to go down there." Honba Sorata ran to the top of the stairs and looked around for a while. He probably felt that his father hadn't returned yet, so he tiptoed down the stairs quietly.

Kotekawa Kami didn't insist on following, so he stood at the doorway, rooted to the spot, eyes downcast and mind at ease.

Soon, Honba Sorata returned, holding a bottle of soda, but with a miserable look on his face: "You go inside and sit down, my dad called me to run an errand, and I also need to find my older sister to take home. What a bummer..."

Kami Kotekawa instinctively said, "I'll go too."

"No need, it's just on this street anyway, I can be back in a few minutes!" Honba Sorata waved his hand and went downstairs in a few more steps.

Kotegawa Kami, holding the ice-cold soda, hesitated for a moment before turning and entering Honba Sorata's room.

It doesn't seem like a good idea to just stand there like a doorman.

Sora's room wasn't big; it had a single bed, a desk, and a small wardrobe.

The wall next to the bed was covered with posters, and a row of books was placed on the desk.

A guitar was placed on one side of the bed.

Kotekawa Kami glanced around, then pulled over the only chair and sat down in the doorway, the furthest point from the bed and desk.

But just as I sat down, I heard the sound of a door opening in the hallway outside.

A long-haired girl wearing light yellow pajamas appeared at the doorway.

"Sora, go get me a bottle to drink..." The girl's words were abruptly cut off.

Clearly, he hadn't expected to find a stranger sitting in his younger brother's room.

Kotekawa Kami reacted very quickly, turning his head away after just one glance, and explained, "He went to run errands."

The girl didn't answer, turned around and ran back to her room in a flash.

"Bang!" The door next door slammed shut.

Kotekawa Kamimi twitched his ears.

She must be Sorata Honba's older sister, right? The one who has a girlfriend.

Didn't you say you weren't home?

However, the siblings don't look alike. The older sister is much prettier than the younger brother, with fair skin, long and straight legs, and is at least five centimeters taller than Sora Honjo.

The only drawback is that the front is rather plain.

Lost in thought, he was not long before the girl who had run away earlier returned.

She poked her head out from the doorway, looking embarrassed: "Um, I'm so sorry about earlier, I thought it was Sora."

Kotekawa Kami stood up and said politely, "I was too presumptuous. He did come back, but Uncle Motoba just asked him to run errands."

“I see, I see…” Honba Yuka secretly glanced at Kotegawa Kami, observing his reaction.

Actually, it doesn't matter what happens to my brother.

The main point is that her hair was messy and she was without makeup, and everyone saw it all.

Luckily, I was wearing pajamas. If I had been wearing shorts and a tank top, I probably would have had to consider moving to another planet tonight.

Kotekawa Kami's gaze was clear, with nothing particularly unusual or uncomfortable about it, which eased her embarrassment slightly.

She stopped hiding, stood at the door, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly: "Um, nice to meet you. I am Sorata's older sister. I am very pleased to meet you."

Kotegawa Kami bowed and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Kotegawa Kami, and I come from Ina City, Nagano."

The way he greeted her was a bit strange, but Benchang Youjia didn't have time to think about it. She looked surprised and said, "So it's you? My dad's old friend's child."

Today, her father asked her and her brother to pick someone up at the station, but she found it troublesome and didn't want to go, so she made up an excuse and went to sleep in her room.

She scrutinized Kotekawa Kami closely, and her cheeks suddenly flushed.

"Oh my, this young man is so handsome! He's even better looking than the most popular idol right now... Look at those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose, those lips, that face shape... It's like he was licked by a god himself! If I had known he was this good-looking, I shouldn't have made an excuse not to go..."

Kami Kotegawa nodded and said, "It's me."

Yuuka, regaining her composure, said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it was supposed to be Sorata and I who went to pick you up."

This matter needs to be addressed quickly, since her younger brother already knows she should go, and it can't be kept secret any longer.

Kami Kotekawa didn't take it seriously at all, waving his hand and saying, "No, please don't be so polite. Sorata-kun has already helped me a lot, and I am very grateful... Besides, it is indeed more important to have people around me."

"People close to you? What people close to you?" A question flashed through Motoyo's mind, but it quickly disappeared into the other side.

Her younger brother hadn't come back yet, and it didn't seem right for the two of them to just stand there talking.

But there's only one chair in my brother's room. If she goes in, she'll probably have to sit on the bed... That seems a bit frivolous, doesn't it?

Motoba Yuka hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, if you don't mind, would you please wait in my room first?"

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then politely declined, saying, "This place is fine."

Entering a girl's bedroom without warning is not his style.

Just like when he was at home, he would never enter Chihaya's bedroom when she was alone.

It's not that I'm feeling guilty, I just don't want to do it.

"Hmm..." Honjo Yuka rubbed her hands together, slightly shyly: "It would be too impolite to let the guests stand like this, so please don't be shy... and please rest assured, my room doesn't smell bad, it's always been cleaned properly."

"Do not……"

"Please be sure to take a look!"

"..."

After thinking for a moment, Kotekawa Kami cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll take my leave."

Benchang Youjia quickly said, "Please come this way," and then took the lead.

Kotekawa Kami followed behind her, taking a few steps.

"Please, please come in!" Standing at the door, Ben Changyoujia's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Following the host's lead, Furude Kami stepped inside, didn't look around, and sat cross-legged at the small round table beside the bed.

This room is at least twice the size of Honjo Sora's, and it is indeed clean, with a faint, fresh fragrance in the air.

Yu Jia sat down properly opposite him, her mind racing as she pondered what to talk about next.

Hobbies? Entertainment gossip? Blood type and zodiac sign? Or games?

"Huh?" Kotekawa Kami, who hadn't been looking around, suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye that he couldn't ignore—not the pajamas he had just taken off on the bed, but a sheathed longsword lying next to the desk.

Following his gaze, Motoba Yuka saw the pajamas he had hastily changed out of and hadn't had time to tidy up.

Her face flushed red instantly, and in an instant, an overwhelming sense of shame overwhelmed her.

"Ugh, I swore I'd cleaned the room properly, but then I turned around and people saw my pajamas lying around like that... It's so embarrassing!"

"What should I do? I'm starting to feel like dying..."

Chapter Six: The Family of This Place (Part Two)

Kamiko Kote noticed her unusual expression and, thinking that her gaze had been too impolite, quickly said, "I'm sorry, I was just a little surprised, I didn't mean anything by it."

"Surprised? Surprised that what I said and what I did were different?" Honba Yuka felt even more ashamed, covering her face tightly with her hands, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"No... I'm the one who should apologize."