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

Having not heard clearly, Kotekawa Kami continued, "Tomata-kun, I'd like to ask you something..."

Yuka Motoba, who was covering her face, froze, feeling a surge of fear. She thought that Kami Kotekawa was not going to let her off the hook and was about to question her about the pajamas on the bed.

"Is he planning to whip his own corpse? Even if you see it, don't say anything, you bastard! Don't you know how to give a girl some face? I really didn't expect it! Someone so good-looking is actually a scheming sadist."

"Go ahead and ask!" She closed her eyes, straightened her chest, and prepared to face the humiliation that was about to come.

Kotegawa Kami: "I'd like to ask you about that sword."

The country's cold weapons are mainly curved single-edged katana and tachi, which have also given rise to many martial arts schools.

So now that he's seen a double-edged sword that's rarely seen, it's no wonder he's curious.

"I'm so sorry! It's all my carelessness that made you laugh... Ah, ah?" Resigned to his fate, Ben Changyou made a mistake in his prediction and missed his skill.

She opened her eyes in a daze, her gaze meeting that of the equally bewildered Kami Kotekawa.

Looking at each other, the same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously: "What on earth is this person talking about?"

An awkward silence fell over the room.

Kotegawa Kami coughed and said, "I'm a little curious about that sword."

"Oh, oh..." Yuka almost buried her head under the table.

"That's just an unused decoration; it doesn't have any special meaning," she said in a barely audible voice.

"Just for show?" Kotekawa Kami nodded, not particularly surprised.

Swords have been said to ward off evil spirits and protect the home since ancient times. Although this may not be true, it can bring good luck and peace of mind.

He thought for a moment, then said, "May I take a look?"

"Yes, please feel free to look. No, if you like it, Kotegawa-kun, I'll give it to you."

"Huh?" Kote Kami, who had just gotten up, was very surprised and sat back down, quickly explaining, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"

He really just wanted to take a look; he didn't mean to ask for it at all!

To a swordsman, a sword is like a second life, something of paramount importance.

If it were him, anyone who asked for his sword would be asking for his life. That alone would be enough for him to draw a line between them and have a duel where it's either him or her to die.

After chatting for a while, Motoyoshi Yuka recovered, although her cheeks were still a little hot.

She said nonchalantly, "That sword is a little rusty. I was planning to take it to the secondhand market in the next few days to see if there's anywhere that can take it back."

This sword will only gather dust and rust here. Rather than letting it stay like this, I might as well give it to someone who truly loves it, and she can also earn some pocket money in the process.

Kotekawa Kami said "Oh," got up, walked to the desk, and picked up the black lacquered wooden sheathed longsword.

He gripped the hilt with his right hand and slowly pulled the sword out.

It was a steel-bladed sword, but it wasn't sharpened on either side. It wasn't a very good sword either. There were signs of maintenance, but the method was probably wrong, so some rust had appeared on one side of the blade.

He sheathed the sword, thought for a moment, then instead of putting it back on the shelf, he picked it up and sat back down in his previous spot, asking, "How much would you like to sell this sword for in the secondhand market?"

This person is not a swordswoman; for her, a sword is merely an ornament.

Therefore, it's understandable to treat a sword this way, especially since it's her property and she can do whatever she wants with it.

Whether viewed from the perspective of an outsider or as a swordsman, Kotegawa Kami has nothing to say.

However, now that there are good players willing to sell, and he has encountered this opportunity, he cannot let it go.

He also needs a sword to tide him over until the new one is forged.

A little rust is nothing to worry about; a little maintenance later will fix it.

Honba Yuka shook her head: "Consider it a gift for Kotegawa-kun."

If this were offered in the secondhand market, she would probably be able to bring it up.

But as for my dad's friend's kid, forget it, it's not a big deal anyway.

After saying that, she said in a joking tone, "If you feel bad about it, Kotegawa-kun, you can treat me to croquettes as a return gift."

Kotekawa Kami, who was considering how much to offer to acquire the item, instinctively asked upon hearing this, "Is this really true?"

These formal words made Ben Changjia slightly uncomfortable, but she still nodded.

Kotekawa Kami nodded, picked up his sword, and stood up: "Then let's go."

"Go? Where to?"

"Let's go buy some croquettes. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're full!"

Yoshika stared at him blankly, her eyes strange, wondering if he was worried that she might change her mind.

She chuckled to herself: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who would easily back out, so there's no need to rush about the croquettes."

Kotekawa Kami shook his head: "I'm not worried about that. I just want to fulfill our promise as soon as possible."

He didn't care whether he regretted it or not. Now that the sword was in his hands, there was no point in thinking about taking it back.

"Aren't you worried I'll regret it?" Motoya Yuuka said with a sullen expression.

It turns out this guy is just a decisive doer.

But perhaps it was just my imagination, he seemed a little angry?

What is he angry about? Who is he angry about?

She was puzzled, but no matter how she thought about it, she shouldn't be angry with her, after all, she had given him such a big "vase" for free.

She nodded and said, "Then, let's go buy some and have them as a side dish for dinner."

Kotegawa Kami had no objections.

After buying his portion for today, he planned to prepay the shop owner so that he could make a croquette for Honjo Yuka every day for a year.

The two went downstairs one after the other.

Inside the shop in front of the living room, Honba Takama had just hung up the phone and stared at Honba Yuka for a moment, lost in thought.

Was this girl home? Where did my brat go looking for her?

"Dad, I'm going out for a bit," Motoya Yuka said.

"Now? Curfew is almost here!"

"I'm just going to the butcher shop."

"Why go to the butcher shop?" Honba Takama's face hardened. "We're having sushi today because we don't want to go into the kitchen. Besides, your mom is still at your grandma's in Kyushu. Who's going to cook if we buy meat? You? Have you ever cooked?"

After being scolded severely, Ben Changyou lowered her head in shame. Ever since she tried making a bento box when she was ten years old and ended up sending her younger brother to the hospital, she had never stepped into the kitchen again.

"Yes, you're right... wait!"

She came to her senses.

Wait a minute, what does this have to do with whether she can cook or not?

Yuuka's eyes widened: "I just went to buy a croquette!"

Kotegawa, who was standing next to him, raised his longsword with a black lacquered wooden sheath at the right time and helped explain: "My classmate gave me a gift, and as a thank you, I'm treating her to croquettes."

"A gift? So that's what happened..." Honba Takama nodded, without asking any further questions, and then changed the subject, saying, "Yuka, Sorata is looking for you. Give him a call and ask him to come back."

"Before calling him, does Dad have anything to say to me first?" Jia said indignantly.

Gui Ma remained unfazed: "What? Did I say something wrong, old man?"

Jia was stunned and speechless.

There seems to be nothing wrong, but something still feels off...

Kotegawa Kami watched silently from the side, his eyes downcast and his mind focused.

Between a father and daughter, there's no need for him to say anything.

Just as the two were staring at each other, a sweaty Sorata Motoba ran back.

As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Dad, I've searched everywhere I could think of, but there's no sign of that girl. She must be—"

The three people in the room all turned their heads to look over.

Honba Sora was stunned for a moment, then looked at Honba Yuuka and shouted angrily, "You're home? What are you doing home!"

Youjia sensed that the unspoken part of the sentence wasn't a good thing, and wanted to ask, but seeing his angry younger brother, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

She gave a curt "hmm".

Sorata Honba got even angrier: "Didn't you say Mikazuki had something urgent to discuss with you? Tell me! Did you lie to me? You said Mikazuki was looking for you, but you were just hiding in your room sleeping in, weren't you?"

Youjia almost couldn't keep a straight face during this match.

This is definitely his younger brother.

"That happened a few hours ago!" she said without changing her expression. She would never admit that she had actually taken a nap in the house.

"Then why don't you even answer the phone?"

The phone? Oh, I put it on silent... Motoyo waved her hand impatiently: "He probably didn't hear it. Isn't that enough? Go wash your face and change your clothes. Look at you, all sweaty. It's so rude of you to be in front of the guests."

"I was rude?" Honba Sora pointed at himself in disbelief, now truly trembling with anger.

I'm covered in sweat, and that's why I ran out to find you! You can't do anything decent, but you're always spouting sarcastic remarks!

Kotekawa Kami glanced at Honma Yuuka, clearly remembering that nightgown.

The scene was so intense that Jia felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze that she quickly said, "Alright, alright, it was my fault, okay? Here's what we'll do: I'll treat you to croquettes, as many as you want."

Still shivering and cold, Honba Sorata was suddenly stunned and became suspicious.

What's going on? Is the sun rising in the south today?

This stingy girl who's always been so stingy actually treated me to something? This is more unbelievable than the sun rising in the west!

"Really?" His face was full of disbelief.

Motoyo emphasized, "If you agree, you can't bring up what just happened again."

Honba Sora still didn't believe it, suspecting there was some kind of trickery he didn't know about—there was no way around it, once bitten, twice shy, and besides, he had lost count of how many times this wicked brat had tricked him since he was a child.

But after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the problem was, so he tried asking again, "Did you finish what you were saying just now?"

This match was well-received.