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

"Ishikawa-san, these clothes seem to be ruined and can't be worn anymore."

"It's okay, I'll get you two more later..."

"Ishikawa-san, the protective armor is badly damaged, you shouldn't have to pay for it, right?"

"It's alright, it's alright. Even if everything is broken, it's not a big deal. After all, it's a disaster!"

"Huh? Can it all be broken?"

"..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro snapped out of his daze, frowning. "How about this, we switch... You wear mine, and I'll wear this back. That'll be easier to explain..."

Kotekawa Kami was immediately moved to tears and no longer mentioned the previous charge for his younger brother.

One set of protective armor is enough!

"Can this sword break?" he asked tentatively.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said with a headache, "This really won't do. If the sword armor is damaged, you'll be dead, won't you? Besides, this sword is truly precious, I really don't have the guts..."

"Oh, right..." Kotekawa Kami looked disappointed. It seemed he could only wait until the next time to let the sword break.

This sword is truly a fine piece of equipment. Even in such an intense exchange, it didn't manage to leave a single nick or scratch.

Absolutely awesome!

Unfortunately, even the people in the Special Division knew this.

Kami Kotekawa scratched his head, giving up on pursuing the sword, and then asked for confirmation, "How much was the bounty for the calamity again?"

"Around 300 million yen..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro said subconsciously, "He's the top executive of the Kanto Evil Spirit Association, notorious for his evil deeds, terrifyingly powerful, and usually keeps a tight rein on himself..."

"Three hundred million yen?" Kotekawa Kami's spirits lifted. "Can he afford a house like that?"

"Well, that's about right, but the location might be a little less desirable," Yasuhiro Ishikawa said thoughtfully.

"Three hundred million can only buy a place in a bad location?" Kotekawa Kami was stunned. "Ishikawa-san, you're so rich?"

“No, no, no…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro shook his head: “It’s mainly because my old man is rich, it has nothing to do with me… well, he’s just ordinary rich, he’s never accomplished anything other than making money in his life, so he went to great lengths to get me into the Special Division…”

"..."

Chapter 168 The Gift of the Other Half (Part 3)

Amidst the swirling yellow sand and the pervasive blood mist of the [Impermanence] domain, Furutekawa Kami, carrying a longsword, walked about, looking around.

The area seemed to have expanded a bit, and the light overhead had dimmed a bit. As if there was a wind, waves of yellow sand and blood mist rolled in and out, but strangely, his vision was not affected at all, and his sense of lightness in his body and mind was even stronger than before.

Although it was only temporary, he could still feel it very clearly.

"Was it just a prototype before? Is it being refined little by little now?"

Kotegawa Kami's grasp of the situation wasn't quite accurate, but it was increasingly conveying a sense of "impermanence."

By the time the next lucky person is brought in, they might not even be able to find him anymore.

He walked to the place where he had fought the disaster before, and sure enough, he saw the disaster's corpse.

The corpse was covered with a layer of blood-red sand, as if it had been soaked in blood, or as if the blood-red sand had come to the body of the disaster on its own... It was all very strange.

He squatted down, examined it for a while, picked up a few grains of sand and rubbed them a few times. It seemed that apart from the color, it was no different from ordinary sand.

"Am I overthinking this?" he muttered to himself, casually tossing the sword aside. He searched the ground and found the four katana used in the previous disaster, planting them one by one in the ground and examining them closely.

These swords, though made of some unknown material, still gleamed with a chilling light, clearly indicating their quality.

"I can take these to the Thousand Sons Knife Shop later and melt them down to forge swords..." he thought to himself. He found a place, buried the four knives, turned around, found the head of the Calamity, grabbed it, and released the [Impermanence] domain.

The body is too big to move easily, so let's leave it inside for now and just take the head out.

At the deserted exit of the underground parking lot, Yasuhiro Ishikawa paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, occasionally craning his neck to peek inside.

When Kotekawa Kami appeared, he was carrying a large head in his hand. Upon seeing him, he picked it up and waved it around, saying, "See? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart swayed back and forth with the swaying of his head, his mouth was dry, his head was spinning, and he felt a little nauseous. Then, he bent over and couldn't help but vomit rainbows.

I can't say whether it was fear or excitement, but the first sight of this big head caused me physical discomfort.

Kotegawa Kami looked at him with surprise.

It's just a head, isn't it?

If it were an ordinary person, it would be one thing, but you're a special specialist, why would you react so strongly?

He handed over the head in his hand, instructing, "Here, keep it safe! If you lose it, I won't ask for more; just compensate me with the house."

"No, no, no, you take it, you take it, give it to me when we get to the Special Division..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro hurriedly waved his hand, stood up with his legs swaying, and got into the car.

Kotekawa Kamimi opened the passenger door, got in, stomped his head, which was already dry of blood, under the floor, and fastened his seatbelt.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro kept his eyes straight ahead, silently stepped on the gas, and the car sped off towards the Special Section.

This time it wasn't that he begged Kotegawa to go back together. Of course, if Kotegawa wanted to go home first, he would probably still beg him, but not this time, because the bicycle Kotegawa borrowed was still parked in front of the Special Division, and he had to ride it back.

Most of Tokyo was under martial law tonight, so the roads were clear. They arrived smoothly at the outermost perimeter of the Bunkyo Special Division. Kotekawa Kamimi got off the car, waved to him, and rode away on his bicycle.

Inside the car, after watching him leave, Ishikawa Yasuhiro took a deep breath, trying not to look under the passenger seat, turned the steering wheel, and drove straight into the Special Section.

Sharing a car with a head... that's really terrifying.

……

What will happen to the Special Division after Ishikawa Yasuhiro returns is unknown to Kotekawa Kami, who has already gone far away. He is not particularly interested in it. The only thing he cares about is not making the news and getting the bounty quickly so that he won't keep thinking about it and lose sleep.

He rode his bike back to the girls' dormitory at school, returned the bike, stood at the door for a moment, and then called Shirakawa Kurumi.

After the call connected, he spoke before the other end could say anything, saying, "I'm going home. Want to come back together?"

"Huh? You're quitting?" Shirakawa Kurumi's voice was tinged with surprise.

"The Special Division will send a few female specialists over in a bit, then we won't be needed anymore." Kotekawa Shinmi yawned. He really didn't have the energy to be on duty right now. He was so sleepy that he just wanted to go back and cuddle up, no, he just wanted to go back and sleep.

He had barely finished speaking when he heard Shirakawa Nozomi answer the phone.

"Fujiwara-sensei?"

……

A few minutes later, the Shirakawa siblings emerged, completely bewildered. Upon seeing Kotekawa Kami, who was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, they paused, looking puzzled, and asked in unison, "Where are your clothes? Where is your sword?"

"My clothes are torn, and the sword was just a loan from someone else; I've already returned it." Kotekawa Kami sighed and walked forward with his schoolbag on his back.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro said he would send over the new clothes and armor in a couple of days, but as for the sword, forget about it; he really didn't have the guts to keep it for himself.

On the way back, Shirakawa Kurumi, with her hands behind her back and her cheek tilted to the side, said, "Fujiwara-sensei called just now and said that our case ends today. It seems that the trouble with the Special Division has been resolved to some extent, and they can free up some manpower to come and take over shifts."

"Teacher Fujiwara found out so quickly?" Kotekawa Kami was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"The teacher also said that if you're too tired tonight, you can stay home and rest tomorrow, and you don't need to worry about class attendance," Shirakawa Kurumi continued, a hint of suspicion in her beautiful eyes. "I have a feeling that this was something we were supposed to tell you... What exactly did you do?"

"What else can a working person do?" Kotekawa Kami shook his head, pointing to the bloodstains on his pants. "Doesn't that prove everything?"

Kurumi Shirakawa looked down at him, her face filled with shock: "You fought someone?"

"Well, if you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding."

"What about it?"

"I can't go into specifics. In the bounty hunter line of work, secrecy is the most basic quality!"

"How much money did you make on this job?" Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly asked.

"How much? At first I thought it was a lot, but later I found out that it wasn't actually that many... just a dozen or so."

Furutekawa Kami sighed. Houses are so expensive. He risked his life today, but he still couldn't afford a house in a good location.

What does "more than ten times of pleasure" mean?

"That's a special unit, numbering in the tens of thousands."

"Only a little over 100,000?" Shirakawa Nozomi immediately lost interest in asking.

It looks like it's at most a small task of difficulty level two.

Only Shirakawa Kurumi blinked, looking puzzled.

If it really cost tens of thousands, how could the clothes have been torn?

Could it be a big-breasted monster?

Chapter 169 The Gift of the Other Half (The End)

As midnight approached, Kotekawa Kami tiptoed into the house. The house was pitch black. He took off his shoes and socks and put them in the shoe cabinet. He went barefoot to the bathroom, threw his clothes into the laundry tub, turned on the shower, and started taking a shower.

Hot water poured down, flowing down his hair. He wiped his face, squeezed out shampoo, and rubbed it in for a few minutes with his head down. He rinsed it off with water and felt refreshed. The smell of blood on his body also disappeared.

After showering and drying himself off, he went out wrapped in a towel.

I'm too tired today. I can't calm my mind by forcing myself to meditate, so I should go to sleep and meditate after I wake up.

Mikazuki was not in the bedroom.

He changed into his pajamas, lay down on the bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but a faint warmth came from my lips.

Kotekawa Kami sat up, rubbed his eyes, and saw Mikazuki Seisakusho standing in front of the bed.

The girl, with her hands clasped behind her back, looked at him calmly and said, "Good morning, it's already seven o'clock."

He rubbed his messy hair, yawning, and said, "It's already seven o'clock?"

The first time I slept in wasn't because of Mikazuki, but because of a disaster?! Unbelievable!

"Yes, Yujia has already gone back."

Does she usually not sleep in?

"It's her turn to work today. She should go back and help make red bean daifuku."

"So these siblings also work in shifts."