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

A long, drawn-out bolt of lightning suddenly illuminated the sky and earth, and Mikazuki Seishun instinctively hid in his arms.

The young man covered her ears.

The ear-piercing thunderous sound came, truly like Thor beating his drums.

The thumping and pounding made one's heart tremble.

After the thunder subsided, Mikazuki Seisakusho released him, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

There have been an unusually high number of thunderstorms this year.

The two went out and met up with Takanashi Hanamai, who was waiting at the door. They went to the entrance of the shopping street together, and this time they didn't wait for anyone and went straight to the school.

Yujia said she needs to sleep in this morning before getting up, so there's no need to wait for her.

As for Glasses-kun, he's in the throes of new love, and he went to find his senior, Ogasawara, first thing in the morning.

When the three arrived at the school, there were only a few scattered people on campus, giving the impression of someone who had failed an exam and was coming to catch up on their studies during the holidays.

The number of people in Class Two was also pitifully small, but Class One was much better; the people arrived quite orderly, which explains why they were assigned to Class One.

They parted ways at the gate and went back to their respective classes.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the junior priest's seat; it was empty, and the priest hadn't arrived yet.

He returned to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, the image of Mikazuki Seisakusho appeared in his mind. He shook his head and took out his bag to get paper and pen.

They say that feelings grow over time, and that's not far from the truth.

By the same logic, Mikazuki from Class 1 must also be thinking about him at this time.

The young man was secretly delighted, feeling that the money he had saved might come in handy ahead of time. He was even happier and then, as if possessed, he took out his phone and sent a message to the girl in his class.

"You must be wondering right now, right? Do you want to know why I know?"

"Ah."

"Because I'm thinking of you too, we're telepathically connected, quantum entangled, our brainwaves are synchronized!"

"...Unfortunately, I was just wondering if the bedroom window was closed."

Kotekawa's face fell, and he put his phone in his pocket.

Well, I was just being presumptuous.

In Class 1, Mikazuki Haruka, who had a smirk on her face, also put away her phone.

"Idiot, of course I've been thinking about it! But how can you say something like that? You idiot..."

"Hey, Mikazuki-kun, you're smiling so sweetly! What? Are you texting your boyfriend?" The boy sitting in the seat to the side teased loudly.

The girl's expression returned to normal. She looked at him with half-closed eyes and calmly said, "I was indeed chatting with my boyfriend. What's wrong? Do you want to get to know him, Moriya-kun?"

The boy in front of him froze, never expecting his jinx to come true. For a moment, the image of Kotegawa Kami flashed through his mind, after all, it was no secret that they went to and from school together every day.

Thinking of this, he recalled one absurd yet true legend after another about the other party, as well as the fear of being utterly defeated by them in a basketball game.

Moriya's lips trembled, and he forced a smile: "How could that be! I was just joking!"

He quickly turned away.

The earlier commotion quieted down.

The girl, whose eyes were half-closed, was satisfied and buried herself in her book.

……

"Kotegawa-kun, come out for a moment." Fujiwara-sensei, who had just arrived, left these words upon seeing Kotegawa Kami, then turned and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Kotegawa Kami put down his pen, got up, and left.

Upon arriving at the office, Ms. Fujiwara took a thick envelope from her drawer, pushed it towards him, and said in her usual slightly raised tone, "This is a gift from the chairman of the board, a thank-you gift for protecting those children."

"Chairman, you're too kind! As a student of Kano, it's only natural to do my part for the school..." Kotekawa Kami said politely, but he had already stuffed the envelope into his pocket and pressed it down hard.

Mr. Fujiwara, a man who had seen his share of grand occasions, remained unmoved. He simply adjusted his glasses and said, "There's another gift inside, a thank-you gift for the exorcism club."

"Oh……"

"Furutegawa-kun, do you have plans to run for the next student council president?" Fujiwara-sensei said slowly. If she lit a cigar at this moment and the location were changed to the president's office, it would definitely be the prelude to promoting and raising her subordinate.

No, not at all.

Kotekawa Kami shook his head, his answer was straightforward.

Fujiwara-sensei paused for a moment, looked at him, and slowly said, "It's possible."

"Really, not at all!" he said sincerely, refusing once again.

Mr. Fujiwara stopped talking, gently rubbed his forehead, and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Kotekawa Kami readily agreed and turned to leave.

After a long while, the old man sighed as he looked at the empty office space: "These young people nowadays are really harder to fool than ever."

When Kami Kotekawa returned to the classroom, Takanashi, who was engrossed in drawing musical staves, looked up, lay on the desk, stretched out his arm, scratched him, and asked curiously in a low voice, "What did the teacher want to talk to you about?"

The young man looked at her, thought for a moment, and then said, "Guess. If you guess right, I'll tell you."

That answer was a bit irritating. Takanashi Hanamaru gritted her teeth and raised her leg to kick him, but immediately realized that they were in the classroom and she wasn't wearing safety shorts today. If she kicked him, she might expose herself, so she could only hum and sulk on the table.

Kotekawa Kami wrote a note and tossed it over.

The sullen bird smiled slightly, let out a soft hum, forgave him in her heart, and opened the note.

It had a large Chinese character written on it: "笨" (bèn).

This time, the girl didn't hesitate and kicked out.

Chapter 161 Could His Surname Be Wei?

In the afternoon, several more explosions occurred in Tokyo. Kano Private School dismissed classes early, and students from all three grades left the school in batches under the escort of special personnel.

The three members of the exorcism club didn't leave; they stayed in the exorcism club behind the club building, waiting for orders while dividing the money.

The large envelope given by Fujiwara-sensei contained 300,000 yen, of which 200,000 was for Kotegawa Kami, and the remaining 100,000 was for the exorcism club. It was divided into five parts, with each person receiving 20,000 yen.

Even Mikazuki and Takanashi, who only have minor roles, are included.

After all, the teacher said that the money was for the exorcism club.

That's why Kotegawa was so confident in dividing the money.

The Shirakawa siblings had no objections. If you really think about it, only Kotegawa truly contributed last night, and besides, Fujiwara-sensei hadn't mentioned anything about any compensation for their hard work.

After dividing the money, Mikazuki, Kotori Hanamai, and Yuka left together in Chiko-sensei's car.

Kotegawa Kami took his sword and went to the bamboo forest behind to do his homework, since he had nothing else to do anyway.

In the front yard, the young priest carefully handed 20,000 yen to Shirakawa Kurumi, then took out his ledger and crossed out 20,000 yen after a large loan amount, looking relieved.

Great! If things continue like this, he'll achieve financial freedom by next autumn!

When the time comes, you can eat as much beef rice as you want, as full as you like.

Shirakawa Kurumi put the 40,000 yen into her wallet, shouldered the greatsword she had brought, and went to the bamboo forest behind.

It was probably Kotegawa's actions last night that made the chairman realize that the members of this year's exorcism club were not just lazy good-for-nothings who were just wasting their time in the club, but had real skills. So when he was repairing the old school building yesterday, he also took the opportunity to remove the weeds and trim the flower beds here.

She walked into the training ground and was momentarily amazed by the vast space, which was surrounded by bamboo forest and looked almost completely new.

This open, flat place, with its dense bamboo leaves blocking out the sunlight, is one of the best spots available. Even their shrine doesn't have these conditions!

That's wonderful!

She took a deep breath, stretched, put down the greatsword, stretched her legs and shoulders to loosen her muscles, and then swung the sword in circles with both hands.

While you might not necessarily use this against an enemy, it's still quite helpful for practicing strength and how to use it.

The first person to arrive, Kami Kotegawa, also fell in love with this place. It's a rare find—soft, loose soil, and the place is spacious and large, much more comfortable than at home. After all, the small yard at home is really just barely adequate.

For a moment, I felt a sense of exhilaration, like a whale returning to the sea.

He put down his sword, began to circulate his qi throughout his body, and started practicing Xuanwu Fist again.

In the activity room where only the young priestess remained, Tamako, dressed in a kimono, hid in the shadows where the sunlight couldn't reach, hugging her knees and looking at the boy in front of her with a puzzled expression: "Master, aren't you going to train?"

"I am a priest, my strength lies in Yin-Yang magic, not physical strength," the junior priest said without looking up.

Yu Zi thought about it and felt that it made some sense, but something still seemed off.

At that moment, the young priest handed her the paper he had drawn: "How do you like this dress?"

"I like it, but how can I give it to Tamako? She can't wear paper!"

"Just go buy some fabric and make it!"

"Huh? Really? Master, are you going to wear it? It's a kimono."

"Hmph, Tamako! A mere kimono? You think you can stump me? Just wait, I'll make one for you!"

"Wow~" Tamako exclaimed dramatically, but then her tone immediately changed: "But is it really okay? Wasting precious time on this, doesn't Master need to prepare for the Onmyoji exam?"

"A mere Onmyoji exam..."

The air suddenly fell silent as the human and the shikigami locked eyes.

The little priest waved her away, then raised his chin and said, "Although it's just a mere Onmyoji exam, I'll still put in some effort! We can make the clothes after the exam! Let me make it clear, it's not that I can't make them. Anyway, after the exam, my salary will be much higher, and I can use better fabrics to make even more beautiful clothes."

He picked up his katana, strode confidently to the backyard, but soon returned with a dark face, exuding an air of exasperation and helplessness.

That crazy girl is swinging her greatsword around in circles; half the map is within her attack range!

The other one wasn't as domineering, but he was surrounded by a dazzling display of sword light, like fireworks, which was terrifying to look at. Only someone who was crazy would dare to approach him!

"Damn it! Why didn't I pass either of those two?!"

For the first time, the young priest felt dissatisfied and angry about his own weakness.

……

At 5 p.m., the three, who had practiced kung fu all afternoon, parted ways at the entrance of the commercial street.

Kotekawa Kami hurried home, drenched in sweat and feeling unbearably hot.