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

The Shinkansen train he's on now was specially arranged by Yasuhiro Ishikawa to take him back.

The car was empty except for a waiter pushing a trolley and helping them with snacks.

Since the food was free, Kotekawa Kami didn't stand on ceremony and let her leave the cart behind so she could go home on her own.

The four of them huddled together, looking at the scenery outside the car window and chatting quietly.

The junior priest was looking at his phone. Judging from the hint of anger between his brows and the way his thumbs left afterimages on the screen, he was probably arguing with someone somewhere.

Kotekawa Kami sat alone on the other side, carefully wiping his longsword, his brows furrowed, thinking about how Shinjuku was so big and the sea of ​​people was so vast, where could he possibly find Fujiwara Kaori?

Is it even a little too late?

After all, so much time has passed, and this kind of event is something that ordinary people or monsters could not possibly accomplish.

But things are already like this, and he can't turn back time. All he can do now is calm down and deal with it when he gets to Tokyo.

As he frowned, several girls on the other side were secretly watching him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back? What happened?" Takanashi Hanamai asked softly.

Yujia guessed wildly, "Could it be that their house was ransacked?"

This wild guess immediately made Mikazuki tense up.

Her parents' ashes are still at home!

“How could that be?” Shirakawa Kurumi shook her head: “He has a good relationship with Section Chief Ishikawa of the Special Division and Mr. Fujiwara of Class 2. No one would dare to demolish his house without permission.”

"What's the reason? Is it about your part-time job?" Yuka asked with a strange expression. "Although Kotegawa has always said that he has a part-time job, he never seems to have said what kind of job it is..."

Mikazuki Haruka knew, but she had promised Kotegawa Kami to keep it a secret, so she could only remain silent for the time being.

Takanashi, unaware of the situation, looked at Shirakawa Kurumi with curiosity and whispered, "Do you know?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure either." Hu Tao shook her head, also somewhat puzzled. "He didn't tell me anything."

The four people were speechless for a moment.

"Every time this happens, I feel like he's so mysterious!" Youjia said, slumping on the table in a deflated manner and pouting.

"I think so too." Hu Tao nodded in agreement: "They're so strong, yet they seem to have no reputation at all, but their strength is just too ridiculous!"

Just like last night, what normal person would jump into a lake of unknown depth to fight a monster?

What's even more outrageous is that they actually won!

Several girls pouted and nodded, but Mikazuki Seisakusou remained silent.

She didn't care whether Kotegawa was mysterious or not; she was just going to follow him wherever he went, no matter what.

Unless one day, Kotegawa Kamimi doesn't want her anymore.

Thinking of this, she bit her lower lip and reached into her bag to touch the hammer inside.

Three hours later, outside Shinjuku Station, the sun was setting slightly in the west, but the sunlight was just right.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who hadn't slept for two days and one night, was leaning against the wall, constantly chugging coffee and glancing at the time every now and then.

This time he wasn't wearing the Special Division uniform, didn't bring an assistant, and didn't drive a Special Division car.

Because his status is now extraordinary, being too high-profile would attract attention. He came here to pick someone up, and if he were too high-profile, Kotekawa Kami would definitely not want to go with him.

He tried to keep his eyes open, then couldn't help but yawn, closed his eyes, and started fishing.

At that moment, Kami Kotegawa and his group emerged from the station.

The clothes worn by Shirakawa Kurumi and the little priest brought them a lot of convenience.

Kotekawa Kami decided to take them home first, so he hailed two taxis and headed straight for Bunkyo.

As the car started, Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly woke up and saw the profile of Kotegawa Kami, who had just driven away.

He couldn't help but gape, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, he suddenly slapped his forehead in frustration. Oh right, he hadn't told Kotegawa that he was coming to pick someone up at the station!

Thinking of this, he slapped his cheeks hard, opened the car door, started the car, and hurriedly chased after them.

……

At this time, in the village where the Kotegawa family lived in Ina City, the Ishikawa family returned from Nagoya.

Chizuru, who had grown a little taller than a month ago and had beautiful features, skipped and hopped into the Kotegawa house as soon as she got out of the car. As soon as she entered, she happily called out, "Chizuru! Chizuru! Are you home?"

Aunt Akiba hurried out, pushed open the door, looked at her, and said in surprise, "Welcome back. Is your trip to Nagoya over?"

Chika jumped to her side a few steps earlier, tilted her little face up, and said angrily, "Nagoya wasn't fun at all! That's why I came back early! Akiba Mom, where's Mimi? He said on the radio that he was home."

"Ah, well..." Aunt Qiuye hesitated for a moment, then said to her, "Come in first? Speaking of which, Xiaojian brought you quite a few gifts."

"I know, he told me." Xiaoqian lowered her head, looking a little shy.

Aunt Qiuye nodded repeatedly, leading her back into the house as she said, "Well, Xiaojian suddenly had something urgent to do in Tokyo. His teacher was looking for him, so he went back to Tokyo a few hours ago. But summer vacation is coming soon, so let's visit him then."

Chihaya, who had entered the room happily, froze instantly, and the light in her eyes disappeared.

Soon after, a loud cry came from inside the house.

Chapter One: Geishas and Tea Drinking

At 9 p.m., on a street in Tokyo’s largest red romantic district, two men, carrying travel bags, with their heads wrapped tightly in cloths and only their eyes showing, stood on the street, looking around furtively.

The tall man was visiting this place for the first time, and his big, bright eyes seemed unsure of where to look first.

The middle-aged man standing to the side, however, exuded composure and calmness. He skillfully waved his hand, stopping several women who wanted to approach him, while he tugged at his companion's sleeve and led him into a smaller alleyway further into the Red Romance area.

The alley was narrow, with buildings lit up on both sides, from which faint sounds of revelry could be heard.

The tall boy had excellent hearing, and after walking for a while, he had to silently recite the Pure Land Sutra in his mind.

He's never experienced anything like this before, growing up.

Besides, he's only sixteen! He's at the prime of his life, full of vigor and vitality.

Yet, they still have to bear temptations that are not something someone their age should be subjected to...

He reached out and tugged at Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who was leading the way, and lowered his voice: "Weren't we supposed to be investigating a case? Why are we going to a place like this? Do you really want to... have a welcome dinner first?"

"We should talk about that kind of thing after you turn twenty and officially step onto the adult ladder..." The person in front coughed and said, "We don't have any clues right now. Let's wait for the investigation results in Shinjuku and just try our luck."

The tall boy remained silent, intending to turn around and leave to find someone himself, and before leaving, he even tried to kick forward.

Sure enough, all that welcoming feast and galloping horses was just a lie!

The person in front was completely unaware of the danger, carrying a travel bag and turning through the alley. In the end, somehow, they turned into a shop with a very old-fashioned feel and red lanterns lit up.

The tall boy looked up and surveyed the place, then heard the person next to him whisper, "I used to come here a few times when I was younger. The 'boss' here is a very influential figure in the underworld. Let's take a look around here first."

As he spoke, he stepped inside.

The tall boy followed behind, muttering to himself, "What's 'Fan Tou'?"

"Oh, it's like being a store manager."

"...The madam!"

"Huh? Kotegawa knows this stuff?"

"No, although I've never eaten pork, I've certainly seen pigs run."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly fell silent as a flamboyantly dressed woman came out to greet him. He whispered, "This is the clerk, she's the one who negotiates prices before tea."

Kotekawa Kami didn't say anything, glanced at her, and then lowered his head.

Understanding the ways of the world is a form of knowledge; one should learn until old age, and live to old age.

The woman who approached was nearly sixty years old. She was wearing a gaudy and frivolous kimono, her face was covered with thick powder, and her hair was styled in an old-fashioned round bun.

She took small, quick steps and walked up to the two of them. With her hands at her sides and a slight bow, she sang in a long, slightly upturned tone, "Welcome!"

[Grandpa, come and play!] This is how Kotegawa Kamimi understands it.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who used to come here often to gather information when he was young, gave a heavy "hmm," puffed out his chest, put his hands behind his back, and strode forward.

The newbie, visiting such a place for the first time, followed silently behind, not looking around or sniffing around, but just listening to Ishikawa Yasuhiro speaking in "jargon" that he didn't quite understand, and watching him pull out a huge wad of cash... Soon, he followed him upstairs and into a room with screens on both sides and a long table in the middle.

The room was clean and warm, like springtime.

The table was set with freshly served side dishes, fruit, and tea.

Kotegawa Kami glanced at the paintings on the walls and screens.

They are all just ordinary landscape and lady paintings.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa, who was standing next to him, removed the cloth covering his face, then let out a soft breath and pushed the fruit on the table toward Kami Kotekawa.

After thinking for a moment, Kotegawa Kami also removed his handkerchief and put on sunglasses and a baseball cap.

The main problem is that he looks too young. If people could tell he's only sixteen, he might get kicked out.

As the old saying goes, "If you are upright, you have nothing to fear."

But being kicked out is never a good look.

Just then, the clear sound of bells rang out in the corridor outside the door.

It's one of those little bells tied to the ankle, crisp and melodious, ringing out one after another, as if echoing in the heart, possessing a unique charm.

A look of infatuation appeared in Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes.

Kotekawa Kami's mind was also greatly disturbed. His talent [Nightmare] seemed to have been stimulated and actually dispersed on its own. He was instantly sobered up as if he had been doused with cold water.

He paused, his eyebrows instantly lowered, and he opened his travel bag with one hand, focusing his mind.

Something felt off just now.

A soft knock sounded, and then a dancer in a bright orange-red floral patterned dress came into his view.

The clothes are really beautiful, and the person is really beautiful too. The exposed skin is fair and delicate, the breasts are round and full, yet the cheeks are small, the nose is high and straight, the eyebrows are curved like willow leaves, and the eyes are big. It seems like she is not wearing any makeup, and she looks like she is not even twenty years old.

"It's really beautiful..." A thought flashed through Kotegawa Kami's mind, but he did not loosen his grip on the sword hilt.

Having faced the Nightmare Woman before, he would instinctively think one more step ahead when encountering such strange situations—could the opponent be an even more powerful demon than the Nightmare Woman? Possessing illusionary abilities that he couldn't see through, or something else entirely?

The woman who had been kneeling in front of the door straightened up, lowered her head, and took small, quick steps inside.