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

There are outsiders present; give this brat some face.

Sorata asked again, "Really, really, I can eat as many as I want? You're not going to make me pay after I finish eating, are you?"

"You don't need to pay a single yen!" Motobuki Yuka gritted her teeth.

This kid is so long-winded!

You really can't give him a friendly look!

Sora fell into deep thought again, still unable to figure out where the trap might be.

"Has this girl's trickery skills reached a new level? Is she beyond my intellectual reach? That can't be right, can it? I'm at least one of the top ten students in the whole school..."

As the sun was about to set, Kotekawa Kami finally interjected—judging from his younger brother's frightened appearance, he must have been tricked quite a few times in the past.

He pushed Honba Sorata out of the car: "Your sister didn't lie to you this time. You can eat as many croquettes as you want... Honba, I'll bring yours back properly."

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Motoyo replied softly.

Pushed out the door, Honba Sorata asked, bewildered, "Is this any of your business?"

"Hmm..." Kotegawa Shinmi waved the sword in his hand: "This classmate gave it to me, and in exchange, I'm going to treat her to croquettes."

"Huh?" Honba Sorata was stunned for a moment, then immediately pouted: "So that's how it is. No wonder she was so generous this time!"

At this point, he couldn't help but complain again: "That girl is really stingy! We all get the same allowance, but she doesn't spend a single penny. I always have to treat her, and sometimes I even have to treat her girlfriend too. Honestly, she should take better care of her own girlfriend!"

Kotegawa Kami glanced at him sideways and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Being forced to eat dog food is bad enough, but having to pay the bill afterward? Your sister is really inhuman... Pshaw, a cultivator doesn't swear.

What terrible things did you do in your past life?

Sorata Honba sighed and pointed ahead: "Look, that's the butcher shop. The butcher, Mr. Imura, is a very nice guy. He often gives you a little extra. If you want to cook for yourself in the future, you can buy your ingredients from him. He guarantees you'll get a good deal."

Kotekawa Kami nodded, stood at the back of the rather long queue, and casually took his wallet in his hand.

He's about to invest his money.

……

Chapter Seven: The Family of This Place (Part Three)

In the living room of this house

While helping to set out the sushi, Motoba Yuka casually asked, "Dad, is Kotegawa's hobby swords?"

"Hmm, it should be..."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Honba Yuka covered her mouth in surprise, but accidentally put the tuna sushi in her mouth as well.

Kijima glared at her, clearly about to explode in anger.

Yoshika chewed and swallowed several times, mumbling incoherently, "But what would he use it for? To practice kendo? Shouldn't he be practicing with a bamboo sword or a katana?"

"Get away from the sushi!"

Honba Yuka refused, saying, "Dad, you don't understand! When Kotegawa is eating at our house, I have to be reserved, so I can't eat too much."

"what?"

"So of course I have to eat my fill first!" she said matter-of-factly.

Gui Ma's face immediately darkened: "If you spout any more nonsense, you're only allowed to eat pickled vegetables tonight!"

Despite the failed negotiation, Ben Changyou was not discouraged and steered the conversation back on track: "Dad, you still haven't answered my question."

Having abruptly changed the subject, Motoba Takama couldn't recall what they'd been talking about. He clutched the sushi on the table and asked, "What did you ask just now?"

Yoshika was exasperated: "I mean, why did he buy a sword? If he's practicing kendo, shouldn't he be using a futon or a bamboo sword?"

"Oh, it's probably some other kind of kendo!" Honba Takama couldn't explain it either. After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone from his pocket, tapped on it for a while, and handed it to her: "Take a look yourself. You should understand after you've seen it."

Benchang Youjia nodded calmly, took the phone, turned her back, but her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

The horse lowered its head, pretending to be blind.

Oh well, they're still my own flesh and blood after all...

Ben Youjia found a chair, sat down, and turned on the video on her phone.

This must have been taken a few months ago, because there was still snow on the ground directly in front of it.

The camera quickly focused on a large courtyard.

In the courtyard, Furutekawa Kamimi, whom we had met before, was wielding a long sword.

It wasn't the slow, weak kind, nor was it a dry, standing-and-waving motion. Rather, it was something she couldn't understand—every movement was clean and crisp, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, full of power and charm.

Jia's mouth dropped open; she was completely mesmerized.

Although I can't understand what it is, it looks really good.

Hearts popped into her eyes, and she shamelessly wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Unfortunately, the video was clearly not recorded in its entirety; it cut off halfway through.

Jia immediately opened his eyes wide upon seeing this.

Huh? That's it?!

She quickly clicked out to find the second half, but the rest was just a boring conversation between two middle-aged men.

"Dad, what happens next? Why is it over? That's not fair! I'll pay, I'll pay, okay? I want the complete, uncensored version..." she cried out.

In this match, Takama punched her in the head.

"Idiot, there's only this much!"

I was in pain and wanted to see what happened next, but it seems there was nothing more. Helpless, I could only look down and watch it again.

And so, she watched the video, which was only about thirty seconds long, over and over again more than a dozen times.

"Wow, he looks so good wielding a longsword! No, maybe he's just naturally good-looking..." she exclaimed.

Gui Ma stood to the side, hands in his sleeves, and said with great empathy: "As long as you are willing to put in the time and hard work, any skill has value for appreciation, just like the old man throwing the bowl."

No, this looks like a circus act… Benchang Youjia shook her head, suddenly regretting her actions.

"I should have known better than to switch with him! It would have been so much better to study with him!"

However, it was too late to regret it. Her attitude of treating things like trash had probably already displeased Kotekawa Kami.

Unless she wants to force Kotegawa Kami to turn against her, she should never say the word "regret" in her life.

"What a loss! I gave quite a few of the croquettes I traded for to Sorata!" Motoba Yuka clutched her chest, feeling a tightness in her chest.

"Dad?"

"what?"

"Please, buy me a sword!"

"..."

……

In front of the butcher shop and the fryer for croquettes.

The shop owner and Sora Honba both stared at Kami Kotegawa with strange expressions.

Sorata Honba was already carrying quite a few croquettes, and he said strangely, "Are you really going to do this? Actually, this much is enough."

"It's nothing, this is what she deserves." Kotekawa Kamimi handed the shop owner the three 10,000 yen bills she was holding.

He just bought almost a year's worth of croquettes from this restaurant.

The butcher, Mr. Imura, accepted the money and took out a stack of cards for swiping cards. Each card could be used for a week... Well, that's equivalent to Kotegawa Kamimi getting so many cards at once.

Actually, he wouldn't have agreed to this if it were someone else—he could only do it for a month at most, but this was for the children of this family, so he didn't refuse.

He said, "From now on, you just need to bring your card. One stamp represents a day's worth of croquettes."

Kotekawa Kami nodded, took it, and went back with Honba Sorata.

Sorata was still muttering to himself, "Just give her two, she didn't want to keep that sword a long time ago anyway."

Kamiko Kotegawa shook her head: "This is a fair trade."

The sword in his hand wasn't very good; it was barely usable, but at market price, it would cost at least 60,000 yen.

Considering that this sword has been stored away for at least five years and there are some issues with its maintenance, around 20,000 yen is a very reasonable price.

In other words, Jia didn't suffer any loss in this match, nor did he take advantage of her.

Sora shrugged and didn't say anything more.

Actually, after learning about this, I knew it must have been something that girl said casually as a joke.

Because her liking for croquettes was only so-so.

But this thoughtless joke just happened to be the subject of a serious person's ire.

The other party took this agreement very seriously.

A whole year's supply of croquettes—that alone costs as much as this rusty sword.

He suddenly said with schadenfreude, "That girl will definitely regret it later!"

"If you gave her a choice between a year's supply of croquettes and cash, she would definitely choose the latter without even thinking... Wait, right, maybe my older sister would take the card to the shop owner to get a refund!"

Kong Tai's expression changed as he thought about it more and more, and he felt that this was a possibility.

After all, if it were him, he would have done the same.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes.

City people are quick-witted, how come he didn't think of that?

However, for him, it wouldn't matter even if Yoshima did that in this game.

Anyway, the deal is over, and how he uses that sword is none of my business.

Similarly, how Youjia arranges these croquette weekly cards has absolutely nothing to do with him.