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

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Satisfied, he put down the small bag he was carrying, took out a pair of rubber gloves and a cloth bag, squatted down and packed up the pieces of cloth left by Piao Jiang, tied them around his waist, and turned around to go back the way he came.

"Alright, all done. Time to call it a day and go home."

Chapter Two Homework (Please recommend and add to your favorites)

The spring afternoon was clear and breezy, and the pink and white cherry blossoms were in full bloom, looking clean and elegant.

On the soft, muddy ground, Kami Furudeawa, wearing a thin white shirt, was slowly adjusting his breathing.

His slightly curly black hair swayed gently, his face was handsome and dashing, and his eyes seemed to be shining. Under his sweat-soaked shirt, the lines of his muscles could be faintly seen, but despite his powerful physique, there was not much sense of oppression.

Those who practice health preservation and martial arts have always been so indifferent and low-key.

He begins with a sword pointing, then slowly turns around, transforms into a palm strike, shifts his foot, turns again, and suddenly throws out his right fist like a taut bowstring releasing an arrow, producing a crisp sound.

"Snap!" Dust splashed up, and the leaves on the branches trembled slightly.

The power of the Xuanwu Fist is terrifying.

"Hiss hiss hiss~"

Fist techniques enhance skill and refine internal energy, serving both as a means of self-defense and a way to maintain health. Like swordsmanship, fist techniques are essential daily practices for him.

Moreover, only by mastering the fist technique can one master the sword technique and fulfill the requirements of his master in his previous life: to channel power into the sword's edge, to let the energy permeate the sword's tip, and to reach the sword's tip in an instant.

Otherwise, how would we have managed to kill the wild boars and the floating sauce?

After finishing his punches, Kotekawa Kami stood up, stopped his stance, and walked forward.

His sheathed longsword lay in front of the big tree.

He bent down, picked it up, held it horizontally to his chest, and slowly drew it out. The sunlight reflecting off the sword made him squint.

This is a custom-made four-sided Han sword with blood grooves on both sides. It is made of high-quality steel, using traditional techniques and crafted by a master craftsman with years of experience... although the blade was honed by the craftsman himself using a whetstone.

There's nothing we can do about it; after all, a sword that's been sharpened is no longer a piece of sports equipment.

He saved up his allowance for five whole years to buy this sword.

It's not outrageously expensive, though it's certainly not cheap.

But the main issue is that children don't get much pocket money to begin with.

In addition, this is a rural area with low expenses, and five years ago was the prime time for him to learn martial arts, so he couldn't possibly take a job.

So the only thing they could rely on was the small change that their parents would give them from time to time.

For the past five years, he hasn't spent a single penny on it; he's used it all to buy it.

However, time has shown him that all the hard work was worthwhile.

Half a year ago, after his swordsmanship reached the level of [twelve], he was able to kill even a fully grown, maddened wild boar with three sword strikes. That was because it was his first time, and he was so nervous that he didn't control his strength and accuracy very well.

It was from that time that he suddenly realized that he was actually quite capable. Even the fiercest dog in the village would tuck its tail between its legs and walk around him.

So he gradually grew bolder and began to think about becoming a wage earner.

Thanks to this wise decision, his installment payment life ended ahead of schedule.

He sheathed his sword and returned to the center of the open space. He regulated his breathing, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly thrust out his longsword with a whistling sound. He wielded the sword as if it were his own arm, and his body moved at will.

The fallen leaves scattered, revealing smooth, flat surfaces.

More than ten minutes later, Kotekawa Kami squatted down, picked up a few leaves, looked them over, and was clearly dissatisfied.

The energy was too scattered, which is why so many leaves were damaged.

A true martial arts master's strength is always concentrated at one point. When still, it is hidden and not revealed, but when it is released, it has the force of ten thousand pounds, and the outcome can be decided in an instant.

He felt frustrated and depressed for a while, and after his mood went through a series of ups and downs, he calmed down and got up to continue practicing.

A towering building rises from the ground; with each practice, you improve a little, and eventually you'll reach your goal.

……

As the sun gradually sank in the west, the fluffy white clouds were also tinged with twilight.

Kotekawa Kami stopped, took out a towel and a clean shirt from his bag, crouched down and looked around to make sure nothing was staring at him, then quickly dried himself with the towel and changed his clothes.

Then, after tidying up briefly, he slung his bag and disguised sword pouch over his shoulder and walked away.

Since he wasn't an official staff member, the sharpened longsword he was carrying was definitely a controlled weapon, so disguise was still necessary.

At dusk, yin and yang alternate.

Following the path he had walked countless times, Kotegawa Kami successfully left the forest. After passing several iron chains covered with densely packed yellow talismans and a row of shrines displaying statues of gods, he finally returned to the village.

A wide road stretched out, facing the setting sun in the west.

He squinted at it, took out his phone from his bag, and snapped a few pictures.

This place has mountains and rivers, a maple forest that turns the trees ablaze with color in autumn, and a wealth of strange tales and legends.

If it weren't for the many growing pains people face, he really wouldn't want to leave... It's just that reality doesn't allow it. After all, there aren't many young people in the village, and the only ones he can get along with are the two kids from the neighbor's house across the street.

One is in middle school, and the other is in elementary school.

If I stay here any longer, I might not even be able to find a wife in the future.

A cool mountain breeze blew from the back of his head, dispelling the turbulent thoughts of Kotegawa Kami. He put away his phone and walked back to the village.

The training is finished, but the work isn't over yet. I spent most of last night in the mountains braving the cold wind to complete the bounty mission, so I need to hurry up and settle the accounts. Otherwise, things might go wrong, and I won't be able to sleep soundly tonight.

……

The Special Operations Division for Paranormal Affairs is an official department that specializes in handling paranormal events. It has branches in various locations and can be considered part of the infrastructure.

The branch in Ina City, Nagano Prefecture, is located in a corner of Ina City, quite far from the village where the Kotegawa family lives.

Under the cover of night, the dazzling Milky Way stretches across the earth.

In the reception area of ​​the Special Operations Division, Kami Kotegawa, sitting on the sofa, yawned again.

He just handed over the bag of cloth strips and is now waiting to collect his reward.

He was really exhausted last night and didn't get enough sleep, so sitting here for a while, he couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

The office lady in charge of the handover made an exception and personally brought him a cup of fragrant coffee, with extra milk added thoughtfully.

Kotekawa Kami quickly bowed and thanked him, wishing him boundless longevity and good fortune.

Such a kind and generous older sister is sure to be blessed in the future!

After all, "idle" workers like him who only take on bounty missions don't actually get such good treatment—they usually just get a paper cup, and there's a water dispenser over there; if you want water, please help yourself.

Of course, there are reasons for this attitude; after all, "casual users" cannot be compared with "professionals".

Besides, these are all things that are not very dangerous, or odds and ends that "professionals" find troublesome and just casually throw out.

Just like last night, when Kotegawa Kami went into the mountains in the middle of the night to deal with Piao-chan's mission.

It's not that he's the only one capable of doing it; he just doesn't want to go out in the cold wind.

Kotekawa Kami picked up his coffee, stirred it with a spoon, and sipped it slowly.

The rough-looking men on the other side, who were silently holding paper cups of hot water, found the drink rather tasteless.

Of course, if plain water could taste good, it wouldn't be called plain water, right?

He would be content if his future wife had a heart as broad as, or at least two-thirds as, that of this older sister.

After all, he likes girls with broad minds.

The aroma of coffee blends perfectly with the aroma of milk, creating a delightfully fragrant and smooth treat that is simply irresistible.

"Kind sir?"

"Kind-hearted gentleman."

Kami Kotekawa, who was savoring his coffee, finally snapped out of his daze and quickly got up and went over.

"Good Samaritan" is the title he usually uses when accepting bounty missions; it's the kind that's registered with the authorities... in other words, it's official.

The office lady who had just served him coffee sat behind the counter and said in a sweet voice, "Kind sir, after verification, you have completed your task excellently. The reward has been deposited into your personal account. Please check and sign for it."

Kotekawa Kami instinctively clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Sigh, it's all the same old habit.

After thanking him, he took out his phone, opened the app, and entered the password.

A deposit of 130000 yuan quickly came into his view.

Her beautiful eyebrows relaxed, and she looked as happy as if she had eaten a ginseng fruit.

He readily signed the papers, and then, under the older sister's gentle gaze, opened the door and left.

Chapter 3: The Furutegawa Family (Please recommend and add to your favorites)

Along the asphalt road, every household had already locked their doors.

Once it got dark, the village became much quieter and colder.

After all, people don't usually have much entertainment, and square dancing isn't popular.

It's something that can be considered somewhat popular, which is basically getting together to chat about all sorts of strange and bizarre tales.

But that kind of thing is only okay to talk about during the day; it's kind of creepy to talk about it on the street at night.

In addition, most young people have gone to big cities, and those who remain see each other every day. They've seen enough of each other, so what else is there to say?

So after sunset each day, not many people think about going out for a stroll.

Kami's house is on the west side of the village. You can get there by walking along the main road. It's not very remote.

As he approached home, he saw a middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a muscular build standing at the door with his hands tucked in his pocket. He was dressed in dark blue Wu-style clothing.