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

The girl who was making faces at him stared at him expressionlessly.

After the two of them played around for a while, Kotekawa Kami took a light step and went to the yard to practice his boxing.

The gap between his fist, skill, and swordsmanship has widened too much.

The training of boxing is all about the control and manipulation of the body and strength.

This means that his ability to mobilize and control his strength is still at the previous stage.

If one possesses potential but cannot transform it into strength, then even the highest level of skill is of little significance.

With the combined time spent practicing martial arts in both worlds, he had long since mastered several sets of Wudang Mountain boxing techniques to the point where he could perform them even with his eyes closed.

But the foundation, like bricks, is square and simple, yet plays a crucial role.

Under the clear afternoon sky, Kotekawa Kami, with a resolute and focused expression, practiced his boxing again and again, sweating profusely, without ever getting tired.

From the second-floor window, a bird, playing among flowers, peered out at him, a hint of confusion gradually creeping into its eyes.

She knew; she knew she liked Kotegawa.

If I had to pinpoint exactly what I like, it might be his looks? His personality? Or perhaps it's the martial arts that I never tire of watching every day?

It sounds superficial, and it really is.

But now, she seems to have figured something out. She prefers the part of Kotegawa that she loves more—the willpower to endure the monotony of repeating the same things over and over again for a month, rain or shine.

The girl nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration and praise.

"This guy is so charming!"

She took a light breath, clenched her two delicate fists with a snap, full of energy.

"I have to find a way to marry this man!"

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Chapter 173 Golden Week (Part 3)

The day before the Golden Week holiday, the weather was warm and comfortable.

The tense atmosphere in Tokyo dissipated quietly, and the Special Division, contrary to its usual style, did not release any further updates related to the Evil Spirit Society.

As of today, their news homepage has only been updated with one news item about a change in personnel.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa was promoted to section chief. The first thing he did was kick the reporter who colluded with the former section chief out of the Special Section. He then sent the former section chief to the northernmost part of Hokkaido to endure wind and snow.

He was at the height of his fame and had made great contributions. He had risked his life and shed blood for the Special Branch, and now no one in the Special Branch did not respect him. Even the Director-General was paying more and more attention to him.

The former section chief and the reporter both left without any problems.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa's father, who had nothing to show for his life except money, was overjoyed. He bought a top-of-the-line penthouse apartment in Minato Ward and gave it to him as a congratulatory gift, along with eight zeros in cash.

Kotekawa Kami, who was the first to know about this, can swear to God that he felt absolutely no envy whatsoever.

He came running over excitedly to deliver uniforms and protective armor, and casually mentioned that his house was too big to manage, so Section Chief Ishikawa, who was having a headache, nodded like he was pounding garlic.

Seeing how understanding he was, Kotekawa Kamiya removed the sword from his neck with a look of relief.

After Ishikawa Yasuhiro wiped the sweat from his brow, left a large pile of gifts, and slipped away, Mikazuki Seisakusho, who had been hiding in the room, finally came out and looked at Kotegawa Kami with a strange expression.

She had seen Ishikawa Yasuhiro on TV. The Commissioner Ishikawa on TV was incredibly impressive, so she knew he was a very powerful figure in the Special Division. It was precisely because she knew that she couldn't understand why such a powerful person would come here to see Kotegawa every few days.

Moreover... there are some things about this Commissioner Ishikawa that seem quite different from what he appears to be on television...

She walked over to Kotegawa Kamimi, who was excitedly opening a box. As soon as she arrived, before she could even speak, Kotegawa Kamimi held up the clothes in his hands and measured them against her body, from her chest to her waist and then to her hips. Nothing escaped the measurement of his large hands.

The girl's ears turned red, and her body felt a little weak. She glared at him fiercely, feeling that he wasn't just comparing clothes, but taking advantage of her!

"Take it and try it on. It was custom-made to your size," said Furutekawa Kamimi with delight.

Seeing that he seemed happier than if he had won the lottery, Mikazuki Haruka's heart softened, and she forgave his behavior of coming over to take advantage of her whenever he had nothing to do. She carried the clothes back to the house, but halfway there, she suddenly noticed something was wrong and turned her head in surprise and asked, "Wait a minute, how did you know what size clothes I wear?"

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback, his expression turning serious: "That's because I'm a good child who's observant and keeps a diary of my observations of life!"

"What does this have to do with writing a diary?" Mikazuki wasn't buying it, frowning. "Did you secretly go through my closet?"

She always sleeps in her pajamas every night, although sometimes they might be taken off, but he certainly hasn't seen that. Besides, she's the one who washes the clothes at home... so it's even less likely that this kid would know anything about it.

Kamiko Kotekawa looked completely wronged: "How could I possibly do such a thing?"

"Really?" The girl thought for a moment, her expression softening slightly. Putting everything else aside, at least in terms of honesty, this kid hadn't lied to her yet.

She could kiss Kotegawa and tolerate his mischief, but she desperately didn't want Kotegawa Kamimi to do anything as lewd and obscene as secretly going through his underwear.

Kotegawa Kami suddenly leaned down and whispered, "I usually just glance at it when I'm untying my belt."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

You little rascal, you're something else!

The shameless Kotegawa simply picked her up around the waist and carried her back to her room... to help her change her clothes.

Unfortunately, despite his good idea, he was kicked out of the house as soon as he entered.

"Oh!"

The spring sunshine that filled the room has completely dissipated.

Kotekawa Kami adjusted his trousers and sat down on the sofa to endure his hunger.

Hungry... What should I eat for dinner?

Today is Friday, and it's the afternoon after school.

Because tomorrow is the Golden Week holiday, everyone is eager to let loose and enjoy themselves.

If he hadn't gotten to this point with Mikazuki, he probably would have taken a car back to his hometown around this time.

But now, he just wants to leave another day.

"Furate River! Furate River!"

The man with glasses shouted from the main entrance.

Kami Kotekawa subconsciously stood up, but then sat back down, picked up a cushion from the side and placed it on his lap, and said loudly, "The door isn't locked, come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft "click" sound rang out in the room.

Mikazuki Seikatsu locked the bedroom door from the inside.

Honba Sora opened the door, took off his shoes heel by heel in the entryway, and went straight into the living room wearing only his socks, carrying a large pile of things in his arms.

Seeing that Kami had stood up this time, he reached out and took the item, placing it on the coffee table.

He looked down and saw that they were all packaged snacks, including three kinds of fruit-flavored daifuku, red bean mochi, white jade mochi with mung bean filling... basically all of them were his favorites.

He asked curiously, "Why are you wasting so many packaging boxes? Next time, just bring the food directly. I'm not picky."

Just as he reached for a bottle of water in the fridge and was about to gulp it down, Sora Motoba rolled his eyes at his words: "Who's being polite with you? These aren't for you! They're gifts for you to take back with you."

"Oh... I'll come to thank Uncle Guima when I get back."

Honba Sorata gulped down most of a bottle of water, exhaled, sat down on the sofa, and casually asked, "Where's Mikazuki? Did he go to work?"

"No, her new clothes arrived, and she tried them on in her room." Kotekawa Kami peeled a mango and handed it to him.

"Why do you eat fruit every day? Can your wallet handle it?" Honba Sorata asked doubtfully, but still took the fruit and happily ate it.

If he were at home, he would probably only get to eat this once a month, and even then, he would have to share it with the bully in the house.

"Fruits can provide a lot of vitamins. Mikazuki's usual eating habits aren't very good, so he needs to eat more. Besides, I have a job, so my wallet is okay," Kotekawa Kami explained.

"That's great! With you taking such good care of her, Yuuka can rest assured." Honba Sorata looked pleased, not too envious. After all, hehehe, out of the three of them, he was the first to have a girlfriend and live a fulfilling life!

But as soon as he uttered a single human word, the kid immediately reverted to his true colors. He winked and made faces, his expression lewd, and said in a low voice, "Kotegawa, you didn't even go to peek at Mikazuki."

"Would I possibly do something like spying?" Kotekawa Kami said irritably.

Seriously, is he really that serious?

"Hmm, that's true. That's what makes you so popular with girls—you're polite and well-mannered..." Honba Sorata was full of admiration. He honestly thought to himself, if he were living with Ogasawara-senpai, he would definitely rack his brains to win her over...

Kami Kotekawa waved his hand: "Well, as you know, my greatest strength is that I'm honest and straightforward."

Mikazuki, who had changed his clothes in the house and was looking at himself in the mirror, spat out what he heard.

Pah, you honest bastard!

In the living room, Honba Sorata had rested enough and was preparing to go back. However, before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the bedroom door over there, his face full of surprise: "Why hasn't Mikazuki come out yet? I want to see what her new clothes look like."

"Yes, it should be changed by now, right?" Kotekawa Kami was also a little puzzled. He looked at the bedroom door for a while, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly felt a pang of surprise, remembering something... Just now, did he just casually carry Mikazuki into his bedroom?

Hmm...it really does seem so!

No wonder she didn't come out and even locked the door...

He thought for a moment, then turned his head and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps she was too tired and fell asleep? She seems to have been staying up late to study lately."

"Oh, that's possible. The exams are coming up soon, and Kano is quite strong. She can't maintain her top ranking without putting in a lot of hard work." Honba Sorata, who is also a top student, analyzed the situation logically.

He didn't even think much about why Kotegawa Kami knew that Mikazuki was staying up all night studying.

He buried his head and finished the rest of the mango, smacked his lips to savor the taste, and said, "I'm off now, see you after Golden Week!"

"Okay, be careful with your car on the way back."

After seeing him off and closing the door, the door to his bedroom opened.

Mikazuki Seisakusho stood in the doorway, her hands slightly outstretched, tilting her head as she asked, "How is it? Is it pretty?"

Kotekawa Kami stared at her in disbelief, unsure of where to look.

The Special Division uniform has always been a trench coat style, but because of Mikazuki's height, the original style did not suit her, so it was modified and now looks like a coat.

However, that's not the point, and let's not discuss whether the clothes are good-looking or not for now.

The key point is that the coat barely covered half of the girl's thighs, and he had never seen such a beautiful expanse of fair skin before.

Perhaps it was the intense gaze of Kotegawa Kami that made Mikazuki subconsciously tug down his shirt and frown, asking, "By the way, why did you only give me the shirt? Where are the pants? Where are the pants?"

When Kotekawa Kami saw that he didn't speak, he suddenly tilted his head back and pinched his nose.

Oops, I have a nosebleed...