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

"No way, it'll be boring for me to eat alone! Let's share a little, just a little bit!"

Chapter Eighteen: Identity Exposed (Part 1)

At noon, Kotegawa Kamimi returned to school smelling of barbecue. It wasn't that he had eaten barbecue, but rather that he had frequented many snack shops, which naturally left him with that smell.

Birdsong and Flower Dance are no exception; they too smell like barbecue.

Before entering the classroom, Kotekawa Kami went to Class 1 first, and then to Class 5, where he distributed the snacks and ice cream he had bought to several girls.

Takanashi absolutely refused to eat with him, so to avoid the awkwardness of eating alone, he had no choice but to buy it first, hide in the exorcism shrine and eat his portion, pretending to be out buying things for a lot of people.

The bell rang for the first class in the afternoon, and Ms. Fujiwara walked in carrying a stack of test papers, pushing up her glasses: "Clean up your desks, there will be a quiz in this class."

"Huh?" The students of Class Two, caught off guard once again, all cried out in unison.

The math test was incredibly difficult.

Kami Kotekawa also became more vigilant, focusing all his attention on answering the questions seriously. After each exam, he had to report his grades to Uncle Kenji. Fortunately, he didn't skip class with Hanako Takanashi this time.

He turned to look at Takanashi, who also looked relieved.

Time flies faster during exams than usual, just like when he meditates. After finishing the paper and reviewing it five or six times, the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class.

Once the test papers were collected, a huge weight was lifted from his heart. Just as he was about to turn around and ask Takanashi if she wanted to go to the restroom together, he saw Fujiwara-sensei casually turn her head and say, "Furutegawa-kun, come to the office later."

Five minutes later, at the office door, a bewildered Kami Kotegawa followed Professor Fujiwara out of the teaching building and headed towards the exorcism club behind the school.

Mr. Fujiwara walked slowly along the way, his hands behind his back and his body slightly hunched.

The afternoon sun was hot in early May, with a light breeze blowing.

They passed through the bamboo forest and entered the training ground behind it.

"Furutegawa-kun..." Fujiwara-sensei, who had been silent the whole way, finally spoke.

"Please speak."

Fujiwara-sensei turned around and stared straight into his eyes: "Furutegawa-kun, have you got a girlfriend yet?"

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback for a moment, then nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I've got her! I like her a lot, and she likes me a lot too! Our love is stronger than gold and deeper than the sea, and we'll get married right after graduation!"

"Two people spending their whole lives together will face many trials in the long journey of life..." Fujiwara-sensei adjusted his glasses and said earnestly, "You should think it over carefully."

"Yes, I have great faith in my choice!"

Ms. Fujiwara sighed in disappointment, still unwilling to give up: "But you've met my granddaughter before, don't you really want to try getting to know her and spending time with her?"

“No need, I already have a family.” Kotekawa Kami slowly shook his head.

So you called me all this way just to play matchmaker for your granddaughter?

However, although Fujiwara Kaori is beautiful and has a large bust, everything has its order. Mikazuki has already taken up residence in her heart, and the remaining space has been given to her friends, so there is really no room left.

He turned around and said, "If you have nothing else, I'll be going now. The bell for class is about to ring."

"The next period is self-study, so stay a little longer."

Fujiwara-sensei lightly stopped him and continued, "That girl keeps nagging about finding out your identity, it's so annoying, can you give me some advice?"

After pondering for a moment, Kotekawa Kami said, "Then say I'm dead."

"..."

After thinking carefully for a while, Fujiwara-sensei slowly said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

The school bell rang from the teaching building.

Fujiwara-sensei continued, "Let's not talk about Xiangzi for now. Be careful lately. The leader of the mass disappearances has escaped and might seek revenge on you."

"Last time I heard Ishikawa-san say that a divine messenger went to hunt it down, but did he fail to catch it?" Kotekawa Kami frowned slightly, thinking that this divine messenger was also a weakling.

“The other side must have other accomplices…” Fujiwara-sensei said calmly, “Of the two messengers who went after them, one was dead and the other was seriously injured.”

"One dead and one seriously injured?" He was shocked, his expression turning grave. "How powerful is the divine messenger? How powerful is the calamity?"

Fujiwara-sensei thought about it seriously for a moment, her expression equally grave: "How severe is the disaster?"

This one sentence completely stumped Kotekawa Kami.

He organized his thoughts: "Very strong, the most formidable opponent I've ever faced."

Fujiwara-sensei looked at him for a while before saying, "Alright, there's no point in talking nonsense. How about this, I'll take you to meet a messenger of the gods this weekend."

Kotekawa's eyes lit up, and he was about to say thank you, but then he suddenly became alert and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'll pass. I'm not that interested in messengers of the gods."

Seeing that he wasn't falling for her tricks, Fujiwara-sensei was somewhat disappointed and annoyed: "Do you really hate Kyoko that much?"

“I don’t dislike her…” Kotegawa Kami said seriously, “but I really can’t get to know her.”

Fujiwara-sensei didn't want to listen, so he waved his hand and told him to leave.

Without hesitation, Kotekawa Kami turned and left, pondering what to do as he walked.

Of course it wasn't Fujiwara Kaori. The reason he made so many excuses was just to avoid some trouble. He couldn't keep it a secret forever, but as he said, his feelings for her were as strong as gold, so he wouldn't pay any attention to her.

The main focus is still on the divine messenger and the escaped demon princess.

He needs to know how strong the divine messenger is before he can compare their strength with that of the Ghost Princess.

After all, if the other party finds out his identity, they will definitely seek revenge.

The reason he refused so decisively was because he figured he could probably find it himself, and to avoid being bothered to death, he decided to look for it himself first.

He frowned, returned to the quiet classroom door, walked directly to Shirakawa Nozomi's desk, knocked on the desk, and gestured for him to come out.

Seeing his serious expression, Shirakawa looked at him with some surprise, then followed him out of the teaching building without saying a word.

"Do you have a divine messenger in your household?" Kotegawa Kami asked.

Shirakawa Nozomi paused, then immediately became wary: "Why are you asking this?"

"I just wanted to ask you some questions..." Kotekawa Kami asked, somewhat puzzled, "Isn't there a need to be so nervous?"

“The messenger of the gods is the strongest person in a shrine besides the head priest! He is an important protective force for the shrine, so you can’t just go around asking about him!” Shirakawa Nozomi glared at him and said.

"Oh... so your family has a divine messenger?"

"Of course there are!" Shirakawa Nozomi snorted. "It's not always peaceful between shrines! If it weren't for the divine messengers, Shirakawa Shrine might not exist anymore! By the way, why are you asking about this?"

Kotekawa Kami looked at him, pointed at himself, and said, "Who do you think is stronger, me or your family's divine messenger?"

Shirakawa Nozomi was stunned. After a long while, he managed to stammer out, "I don't know! I've never seen a divine messenger make a move!"

"..." Kotekawa Kami looked at him with a pitiful expression: "So you can't even see your family's divine messenger?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later!" the junior priest spat out through gritted teeth. "What exactly do you want?"

"Hmm, if I said I'd like to spar with your family's divine messenger, could you arrange it?"

Without saying a word, Shirakawa Nozomi turned and left.

Chapter Nineteen: You can ask me anything! (3000 votes requested)

After school in the afternoon, Kamiko Kotekawa stayed behind to continue her music lesson.

Takanashi Hanamai is a responsible and good teacher. She asked about the basic knowledge she had learned yesterday, and Kotegawa Kami, with her extraordinary memory, recited it all by heart.

Although it felt a little stiff, it was still enough for Takanashi to think it was quite exaggerated.

Before the new course began, she asked a question out of the blue: "With such a good memory, how come you didn't get into the top class?"

Kotekawa Kami didn't know how to answer for a moment, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Perhaps it's fate. I'm not an ordinary person."

After listening, the girl pondered seriously: "Isn't it fate that we were destined to be in the same class?"

"..."

Mikazuki listened and exclaimed that he was an expert.

After the joke was over, they began a new lesson, still focusing on basic knowledge, but going a little deeper than yesterday, covering parts, pitch rises and falls, rhythm, and harmony.

After today's lesson, Kotegawa Kami could almost actually read sheet music. If things continued like this, he might even be able to perform a duet with Takanashi Hanamai someday... Of course, that's just a joke. Right now, he's only learned some basics, and he hasn't forgotten the fact that he's a musical idiot.

After the music tutoring session ended, Kotekawa Kami bought some herbal tea to cool down Takanashi Hanamai's burning throat, and then they walked out of the school gate shoulder to shoulder, heading east to Arakawa.

As a token of gratitude for Takanashi Hanamai's tutoring, Kotegawa Kamimi will promise to accompany her for a stroll after her tutoring sessions each day.

"Furugawa, you haven't been carrying a sword lately?"

On the banks of the Arakawa River, Kotori Hanamai hugged her knees and asked him a question.

“I’ve been focusing on fist training lately, and if I carry a sword with me, I can’t help but use it,” Kotekawa Kamimi said, half-jokingly.

In fact, when he discovered that the entire Disaster, including the four swords he had used, was left in the "Impermanence" realm, he tried to put the sword he carried with him inside.

So even though he's unarmed now, he'll still have weapons if he encounters a strong enemy.

"Didn't you say you never fight?" Takanashi muttered.

"Of course I don't fight!" Kote Kawakami paused for a moment: "After all, until now, I've always been the one beating others up, and I've never met anyone who could go toe-to-toe with me."

For a moment, Kotori Hanamai was speechless. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively said, "I didn't mean to offend you, but I've heard that people who practice martial arts usually have bad tempers."

“Strictly speaking, that’s true…” Kotekawa Kami analyzed for her: “There’s an old saying that if you have a weapon in your heart, you’ll have a murderous intent. Especially when you’re young and full of vigor, if you have some skills, you’ll want to fight and be fierce. In ancient times, it was often said that a knight-errant uses martial arts to break the law. This is not just empty talk, but a summary of history.”

The little bird, Yu Hana, looked at him with a strange expression.

Kotekawa Kami continued, "But there are different kinds of people, like my school. We need to cultivate virtue and mind first, and have good intentions. Only after we pass this test can we learn skills. Moreover, we don't learn skills to fight and be fierce. First, we learn to protect ourselves, and second, we cultivate ourselves and discover our potential. This is our belief and pursuit."

Finally, he concluded: "That's why I never fight, and every time I do, it's to protect myself."

At this point, he thought for a moment and added, "Of course, sometimes the other person really deserves a beating."

Takanashi Hanamai pursed her lips, not laughing out loud, and tilted her head to the side: "Furutegawa, can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?"

"Shoulder?" Kotegawa looked down and shook his head: "No, only Mikazuki can lean on it."

"You!" Takanashi Hanamaru's temper inexplicably flared up. She took a deep breath and said, "Then you two are always together, huh?"