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

Kami Kotekawa walked up to him. He had never seen this black sedan before and asked with some confusion, "Is it newly bought?"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa patted the hood of the car and sighed, "This car was a gift I received when I got married. My dad wanted to have five grandchildren, so he bought this car for me, but he was disappointed, so it's been left unused—it's too big, and my wife and I don't really want to drive it. But don't worry, there's nothing wrong with the car; it was recently serviced..." He smiled and continued, "I was thinking you might need a car someday, since buying one while you're a minor isn't very convenient... You can drive, right?"

Kotekawa Kami was surprised that he had actually predicted his actions, and he could only nod and say, "Don't worry, I figured out how to drive when I was ten years old."

"Uh……"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro handed him the key, saying, "Still be careful, and come back as soon as possible..."

"You need a car?" Kotekawa Kami asked hesitantly.

"No, not at all! Please use the car!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro rubbed his hands together and said, "I'd feel much more at ease if Furudegawa were in Tokyo!"

In fact, since the mass disappearances in Shinjuku were resolved, Tokyo has become much more peaceful. In the past few days, supernatural crimes have dropped dramatically. Even if there are one or two, his underlings can handle them without him having to personally intervene.

Moreover, even when he is needed to take action, he remains completely calm.

So now I sleep more and more soundly at night, and even the former shot put pitcher's secretary, who used to be so burly and always hovering in front of me, looks much more handsome lately.

There was no other meaning behind it; I was just in a good mood.

As long as Kotegawa was there, he finally felt a tiny bit of the real feeling of being a class monitor.

Kotekawa Kami understood what he meant, but could only say earnestly, "Ishikawa-san, you have to be strong yourself to be a good blacksmith."

"Hard?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro was slightly taken aback, his face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly. "As expected of Kotekawa, you noticed that? Lately, I have indeed been a little lacking in strength, and there's nothing I can do about it. My wife has been so clingy lately..."

Furutekawa Kami looked at him in disbelief.

How did things get so casual? I don't care about your private matters!

He silently opened the car door, and under Ishikawa Yasuhiro's reluctant gaze, started the car and drove away.

The journey home was smooth, and he arrived home quickly. Before turning off the engine and getting out of the car, he seemed thoughtful. Perhaps he really should get a car, so that it would be much more convenient to go home... But if he drove home, Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiha would probably be angry.

"Let's talk about it in two years!" He shook his head, got out of the car, took out his keys, opened the door, and went inside.

No one is home.

He sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and went next door to check on the construction progress. He chatted with the construction company manager on site for a bit, then walked away to a coffee shop not far from his home.

Mikazuki Haruka, dressed in a waitress uniform, is having lunch; it's time for her to rest.

The two were somewhat surprised to see him arrive.

Kotekawa Kamimi sat down next to her with the herbal tea he had brought.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku wiped the corner of her mouth, looked at him, and asked, "Have you eaten? Is it over?"

"Well, that's about it. Glasses-kun and Ogasawa-senpai went to see a movie, but I didn't really want to go, so I came back first." Kotekawa Kami's expression was a little subtle. "When Glasses-kun is willing to bring Ogasawa-senpai to meet everyone in the future, I believe you will be very surprised."

The young woman looked at him and said with certainty, "You're Himawari Ogasawara, a third-year student, right? The main attacker on the volleyball team."

"Eh? You already knew?" Kotegawa Kami looked surprised.

“This morning, Yuka saw your message and was incredibly curious,” Mikazuki Haruka said. “Then she went through all of Glasses-kun’s Facebook posts since his behavior started acting strangely, and finally found that Ogasawara-senpai. She even found a photo of the two of them together… Well, it’s pretty cute, with that height difference.”

"..."

Kami Kotekawa remained silent for a long time, finally asking somewhat guiltily, "Then, what was her reaction?"

Mikazuki Haruka's lips curled up: "She shouted and yelled for almost two hours, then ran home, without even going to Hanamai's grandmother's house."

"Oh..." Kotekawa Kami was even more confused.

How come everyone Glasses-kun didn't want to know has found out in just half a day?

Was all of this because his words "deeply shocked" piqued Youjia's curiosity?

He said cautiously, "This... shouldn't be my fault, right? It shouldn't be that I leaked the information, right? It's all Youjia's own ability."

"That depends on what Glasses-kun thinks." Mikazuki Haruka smiled happily, like a bright flower.

This was the first time Kotekawa Kami had ever seen her smile like that. He was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Seishoku, I like you! You...you'll accept my feelings too, right?"

Mikazuki Haruka, who was happily laughing, was startled by the sudden confession. Her cheeks flushed, and she gently punched him with her small fist, pouting, "Of course, silly!"

In mid-May, on a sunny afternoon, a young man in his first year of high school confessed his feelings once again.

And this time, he received affirmation in return.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Agent

Kamiko Kotekawa stayed in the coffee shop until almost 3 a.m., and only after receiving a call from Hanamai Takanashi did she get up and leave to go home.

After returning home, he tinkered in his room for a long time, and finally went out wearing a super cool suit and sunglasses.

Its tough and cold appearance has a Terminator vibe.

Even cooler than the Terminator.

Yes, he thinks this is an essential quality for an agent.

Although you don't speak, you should exude an invisible aura that will deter the client from making such a strange request as "colorful black"!

He straightened his clothes and, under the surprised, frightened, and yet unable to resist staring gazes of passersby, rang the doorbell of the Takanashi family's house.

Takanashi Hanamaru must have been waiting for him. When the doorbell rang, she opened the door immediately, but was so startled that she dropped the bag she was carrying.

She hid behind the door, looking at Kotegawa Kami outside with a surprised expression: "Kotegawa?"

Kami Kotekawa took off his sunglasses, raised his hand and twirled it around, asking, "How is it? Doesn't it look like a manager?"

"So cool! Of course, maybe a high-class bodyguard would be more suitable." Takanashi Hanamai said as she took out her phone to take pictures.

"Is that so?" Kotekawa Kami grinned, revealing his teeth. "Ready? Shall we go then?"

Little Bird Dances with sparkling eyes, nodding and turning to call into the house, "Mommy, let's go!"

"Yes, if there's anything you can't solve, remember to call your mom! Kotegawa-kun, I'm counting on you for Hanamai!" Chiko Takanashi's voice came from upstairs.

Kami Kotekawa responded, then looked at Takanashi, who had come up to him to take a picture, and asked, "What are you busy with, Senko-sensei?"

"She seems to be looking for jewelry, and she's in a hurry to leave." Takanashi Hanamai looked at the group photo and said with satisfaction, "Let's go, let's just take a taxi there."

"No need!" Kotegawa pointed to the car parked in front of his house and puffed out his chest. "How could Lord Sengo not have a car? We'll drive there today!"

Being called by someone I know online using my alternate account feels strangely embarrassing, perhaps because the account is too childish and immature.

Takanashi Hanamaru blushed and said fiercely, "I told you! You're not allowed to call me by that name."

"Actually, it sounds pretty good. Lord Sengo... you're much better than me."

"Hey!!!"

The little girl raised her pink fist and chased after him, punching him repeatedly.

The two ran to the car, and Kotegawa Kami opened the door. Before getting in, Takanashi Hanamai hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Are you sure it's okay? If we get caught, my mom will have to come pick us up."

"Don't worry, they'll never find out!" Kotekawa Kami was quite confident, having [Nightmare] in his possession.

What kind of talent is most popular? What kind of talent is most liked?

Of course it's practical! Not only is it practical in combat, but it's also incredibly practical in everyday life!

He would call [Nightmare] the strongest talent!

YYDS!

"Oh..." With a sense of trust that they should die together, Takanashi Hanamai climbed into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

She had ridden in Kotegawa's car before, so she wasn't worried about his driving skills.

The main concerns are age and driver's license.

Kotekawa Kami turned his head left and right, looked at both sides of the road, opened the door and got into the driver's seat.

Birdsong and Flower Dancer were probably going out, so they dressed up a bit, wearing elegant pale white trousers, a small jacket, and a small beret.

She has a quirky and mischievous charm.

As expected of a child from a big city, they are very good at dressing up.

As Kami Kotekawa fastened his seatbelt, he casually remarked, "You look great in this outfit today."

"Really?" Takanashi Hanamaru smiled, a small dimple appearing on her cheek, and tilted her head to ask, "Then am I not pretty?"

"It looks good too."

"Then why don't you praise me?"

"...Didn't I just praise him?"

You were just complimenting the clothes!

"But you picked out the clothes yourself. When you compliment the clothes, aren't you also complimenting the person who picked them? Clothes and people are meant to complement each other, aren't I right?"

Takanashi Hanamai was fooled. She thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Alright, what you said makes more sense!"

Kotegawa Kamimi started the car and headed to the North District office where they were to meet.

"Furutegawa, this is a souvenir I brought from my grandma's house. It's a kind of Chinese delicacy called wife cake. Have you ever tried it? It's a little sweet." Takanashi Hanako lifted the bag she had been carrying.

Before he could answer, Kotori Yuuka continued, "This name is really auspicious! Does it mean that eating this cake will help you find a wife?"

"Um... I don't know either." Kotekawa Kami said slightly embarrassedly, "I've never eaten wife cake."

In his previous life, he had eaten very few snacks and desserts, but the most memorable one was a pot of delicious snake soup.

Takanashi Hanamai was not surprised, her eyes filled with deep curiosity: "Furutegawa, when you were little, did you really never buy a single snack?"

"Actually, it's not that remarkable," he said with a smile. "It's just a little rare. And although I've never bought it myself, Aunt Qiuye and Uncle Jian often buy it for me. So, I'm not as amazing as you think."

At six or seven years old, he was just a tiny kid. Even if he could resist the urge to ask for snacks without making a fuss, the adults would still buy them for him. So his childhood wasn't as difficult as one might imagine.

Otherwise, how could it have grown to such a large size?

"But it's really impressive!" Takanashi Hana pouted. "When I was little, I only thought about buying dolls to play with, and I never thought about saving money."

“Actually, we’re the same, except you want a doll, and I want a sword,” the straightforward Kotekawa earnestly explained to her.

Kotori Hanamaru rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

Seeing her reaction, Kawakami immediately stopped and asked, "Who is this business partner? What song do they want you to sing?"