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

Kami Kotekawa stretched lazily, still feeling a little sleepy, and lay back down, muttering as if in a dream, "Fujiwara-sensei said I can rest at home today, so I'll sleep a little longer."

Mikazuki Haruka turned and sat on the edge of the bed, turning her head to look at him. She reached out a small hand and massaged his temples: "Was it hard last night?"

Mentioning last night, Kotegawa Kami perked up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

He pulled the girl closer with a slight force, pinning her beneath him, and using his right arm as a pillow. Before she could get angry, he spoke first: "Last night..."

The girl, who was lowering her eyebrows, paused her anger and listened intently.

"Last night, I encountered a little monster called Calamity and killed it without a second thought," he said casually.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku looked at him, somewhat bewildered: "And then?"

The young man was also taken aback, and then realized that he didn't seem to have told Mikazuki about the disaster yet.

This is a little awkward.

"It can be considered a gift from the other half."

"The other half?"

"In the North District incident three years ago, Five-Eyed Rat was the murderer and the mastermind."

Mikazuki Seisakusho's breath hitched, and her small hand gripped the soft flesh of his lower back beneath his pajamas.

Seeing that Kami's face twitched slightly, he raised his hand and touched her forehead.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku let go of his hand, rubbed his face with his pajamas, took a deep breath, grabbed his collar, and stared intently into his eyes.

Kami Kotekawa felt that now was not the best time to start eating bok choy.

"I have nothing to repay you with but myself."

"I didn't do it for that reason!" Kotekawa Kami struggled. "I did want you, but in this matter, it was more of a decision I made on my own, so strictly speaking, it has little to do with Seiko."

A pair of small hands wrapped around his neck, preventing him from getting up. The girl looked at him strangely: "Does this matter?"

Kami Kotegawa nodded vigorously.

This concerns his character and moral values, and is extremely important.

Mikazuki Seisakusho pondered for a moment, then pursed her lips: "Then I'll make you crave it."

"what?"

She paused, then continued, "Are you really prepared to spend your life with someone like me? Are you really sure you won't regret it? Don't rush to answer; you have twenty-three months and one day to think it over."

Kotekawa Kami was stunned, staring blankly at her: "So the two years you mentioned were actually time for me to consider?"

"Relationships are never a one-sided affair, are they?"

"Then I would be more than willing to spend my next life with you!"

The girl looked at him intently, into his eyes, and whispered, "I've fallen in love with you twice, Kotegawa."

Kami Kotekawa was somewhat flattered and shamelessly modestly replied, "I'm not that great, but when was that?"

"In the past and now."

The young man's eyes were practically spinning with desire.

I felt lightheaded and disoriented.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku's eyes held a hint of confusion: "But I'm still young, and there are many things I don't understand. I'm not sure if this is right or wrong. Someday in the future, I'll probably forgive you twice."

"It's not small anymore, is it? You can't hold it anymore," he blurted out instinctively, completely ruining the atmosphere.

The girl raised her eyebrows again, but then calmed down and said softly, "Can we go pick up Mom and Dad together later?"

Kami Kotekawa nodded repeatedly, then asked, "Why did you forgive me twice? Would I make a mistake?"

"How many couples can maintain the same level of affection as when they first met? Kotegawa."

"Husband, wife?"

"Didn't you propose to me? Doesn't that mean it's no longer valid?"

"I...I didn't prepare a ring, I'm going to go buy one now!"

"I don't care about rings at all!"

I agreed.

Kotekawa Kami stared at her blankly, swallowed hard, and felt dizzy.

Wow, I already have a wife? Wow, am I finally going to become a god?

The girl curled the corners of her lips: "After we graduate from high school, Kotekawa can propose to me again. Then we can be a legally married couple."

Upon hearing this, Kotekawa Kami regained his senses and murmured, "Isn't it still two years?"

"Because Mom said that if boys get what they want too easily in the future, they won't know how to cherish it. So, okay? Let's wait until we graduate from high school together." The girl's eyes remained fixed on him, her tone pleading and consultative.

Looking at the girl who was so nervous yet pleading, Kotekawa Kami immediately understood that she was following her mother's words as if they were her dying wish.

How could he possibly refuse? So he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of animal that thinks only with its lower body. We're still young, two years is just right! By then, we might even be able to go to university together with the baby, you holding the child, and I holding both of you."

Mikazuki Haruka pursed her lips, then smiled, revealing dimples. She relaxed completely, blinked, and asked, "Then, what are you waiting for?"

"what? What?"

"I mean, why haven't you kissed me yet?"

Kotekawa Kami took a deep breath and slowly bent down.

The girl slightly raised her chin, closed her eyes, her cherry-colored lips parted slightly, and her long, thick eyelashes trembled.

But just as their lips were about to touch, Kotekawa Kami suddenly sniffed and asked in confusion, "Why does it smell burnt?"

Mikazuki Seisakusaku was bewildered for a moment, then his expression changed: "Oh no! Breakfast!"

Chapter 170 [Tongbi] and [Chaotic Cherry Blossoms]

This morning, I was so carefree that I almost caused a fire in my house. This wooden house is really flammable, especially in the dry spring.

Fortunately, Kotekawa Kamimi has a nose that's even more sensitive than a dog's, and he's gotten somewhat used to Mikazuki's soft lips. Otherwise, if he had really gotten carried away and kissed her, becoming completely absorbed in the moment and forgetting everything else, the trouble would have been immense.

They cleaned up the kitchen, and ended up smelling of smoke all over themselves.

The entire pot was charred black, and Mikazuki couldn't get the stain off no matter how hard he washed it. When Kotegawa took over, he worked his magic and scraped off a layer of iron with a scouring pad.

After they had finished getting ready, they were both hungry, so they went to their rooms to change into casual clothes and then went out together to the shopping street for breakfast.

I'm not going to school today.

By this time, the streets were already filled with busy working people dressed in suits or office skirts, carrying either coffee and bread or steamed buns.

During this period, working hours in Tokyo have also been adjusted a lot, and part-time workers can leave work on time. They can go home at 6 pm, or take their work home with them, or arrive at the company early the next day to finish it.

The model chosen varies depending on the company.

After all, not working overtime is definitely not an option, as the boss wouldn't be willing to accept it, so workers have effectively taken on an extra early shift.

This kind of thing is not uncommon nowadays, and workers are quite willing to accept it. Anyway, whether or not they have to get up early, at least it's safe, right?

As a result, breakfast shops sprang up in the commercial street, especially those serving xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and soy milk, which were very popular.

So there's no question of tradition versus non-tradition; the only question is whether there's a market for it. Once there's a market, there will be buying and selling.

Mikazuki wanted to go to the Great White Cat's café, since he hadn't seen it for almost two weeks and missed it.

But the big white cat was clearly not an early riser; the shop wasn't even open yet.

Finally, Kotekawa Kamimi found a Chinese restaurant and ordered thirty baskets of xiaolongbao, five large bowls of authentic beef ramen, and several other snacks as soon as he entered.

Other people eating breakfast subconsciously looked up, as if wanting to see who this was.

Kami Kotegawa wasn't afraid to show them. So what if he ate a little more? He didn't spend their money! He didn't eat their rice!

Mikazuki Seisakusaku remained calm, her clasped hands never letting go, and she even leaned against Kotegawa like a little bird, giving him plenty of face.

The initial astonishment quickly turned into envy.

After breakfast, the two did not go home, but went straight to the North District and brought back the urn containing the ashes.

The new shrine, Furudekawa Shrine, had been prepared long ago.

Although he originally wanted to help buy a burial plot, Mikazuki might feel better if he could see her more often.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku also took some other clothes back with him, and gradually moved things over there.

The lease on this house still has some time left, and it's not easy to cancel it, so Z simply left it alone. That's fine, at least there's no rush.

……

"Clang!" The small copper bowl made a very crisp sound.

Mikazuki Seikatsu clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed silently.

Kotegawa Kami stood beside her, pondering how often to change the flowers used for the offerings.

After greeting their parents, who had moved to their "new house," they went to the bathroom together to wash away the dust from their journey, then embraced and continued what they hadn't finished that morning.

This time, there were no burnt pots or fire hazards.

Without any restraint, Kotegawa Kami took advantage of the submissive girl, moving from her cherry lips downwards, and further downwards...

This time, he truly and clearly felt the little cherry, and he wasn't kicked off the bed. His inner rationality almost broke down.

"Furutegawa-kun, you have to take responsibility... absolutely!" A slightly trembling voice sounded in his ear.

Alright, this time reciting the Pure Land Sutra and the Mind-Calming Mantra no matter how many times you do it won't work.

He bent down and gave a sacred kiss.

(...actually, there was nothing at all)

The two of them almost completed the ritual of becoming gods today, if the girl hadn't gotten her period.

Sitting cross-legged on the second floor, Furutekawa Kami looked lost and wistful, yet also wistful. He unconsciously reached out and lifted his hand up.

Even simple happiness feels profound.