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

The entrance to the Qianzi Sword Shop was still bustling with activity. He took out the document he had signed when he ordered the sword and showed it to the gatekeeper. Then, he led Hu Tao along the path they had taken a month ago, through the courtyard, to the waiting room where Qianzi and Zhen were.

The eldest grandson of the Senko family was still doing reception work in the inner room. Since the last time he "challenged himself", Senko and Mako had not contacted him for a while.

Inside the waiting room, there were still quite a few people wearing Special Division uniforms sitting and waiting. They glanced at the two of them, and finally their gazes lingered on the Special Division uniform worn by Shirakawa Kurumi.

Shirakawa Kurumi silently counted the heads; it looked like it would take at least twenty or thirty minutes.

The reputation of [Qianzi Knife Shop] is so great that even though we arrived so early today, there are still so many people who came first.

Kami Kotekawa took out his phone and sent a message to Chiko and Kazuma.

A moment later, Chiko and Mako hurriedly came out, looked at him with a complicated look in their eyes: "Next time you arrive, just let me know and I'll pick you up at the station... This way, my grandpa is waiting for you too."

Kotekawa Kami grunted in response and, under the astonished gazes of many, led Kurumi into the inner room.

Hu Tao was also very surprised. Why was Kotegawa able to enjoy this treatment?

In the small courtyard behind, Qian Zishou was sitting and drinking tea, looking quite relaxed. On the table in front of him was a sandalwood sword box.

Seeing that people had arrived, he put down his teacup, looked at Kotegawa Kami, then glanced at Shirakawa Kurumi standing behind him, stood up, picked up his sword case, and slowly said, "Come, take a look at this first!"

Kami Kotekawa stepped forward, walked to his side, took the sword box with both hands, felt its weight, which was much heavier than usual, and opened the lid.

The longsword inside the lid was wrapped in a bright yellow soft velvet cloth, revealing only the ancient black bronze hilt and the imposing and heavy Kui dragon guard beneath it.

He put down the box, and through the velvet cloth, grasped the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, and slowly drew the sword.

The sword is covered with intricate patterns, and the blood grooves on its spine are deep and fine. The silver-white blade is chilling to look at, but what attracts the most attention are the orderly light blue sword patterns on both sides of the blood grooves.

He lowered the scabbard, ran his left hand over the blade, and gently flicked the tip of the sword, producing a clear, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate the air.

This was the second time that Chiko and Mako had seen this scene, but they still found it incredible and amazing.

A month ago, after Kotegawa Kami left, he held the sword and flicked it with his fingers all night. In the end, he almost developed tenosynovitis from flicking it, but he still couldn't make the sword make a sound.

Shirakawa Kurumi also widened her beautiful eyes, her gaze sparkling with wonder.

The one closest, Senji Shou, slowly said, "As per your request, the entire sword has been forged into one piece. In addition to the crystal patterned steel, I also added deep-sea mithril to the main material, which further enhances its toughness. If we encounter a [Wild Samurai] again, we can fight for a whole day without it breaking!"

"It is indeed a fine sword!" Kotegawa Kami exclaimed.

Leaving aside the demon sword he used that was kept at the Special Division headquarters, this sword was much better than the ones that Ishikawa Yasuhiro had given him. Of course, this was also due to the fact that this sword was tailor-made for him, and it was more comfortable to use in terms of feel, weight, and overall ease of handling.

A slight smile appeared on Senji Hisashi's serious face.

To forge this sword, he spent almost every day and night in the sword-making workshop for the past month, even reforging it three times, which nearly killed him. But now, hearing this praise, all his hard work was instantly worthwhile.

"This sword will surely shine brightly in the future!"

Kami Kotekawa sheathed his sword and said sincerely, "I'd like to order three more swords, each 10% heavier than this one, and made of better materials. Cost is not an issue..."

He's recently closed several big deals and has some money in his pocket, so he's not as strapped for cash as he was a month ago.

Senji Hisashi's smile froze slightly. He stared intently at Kotegawa Kamimi, frowning as he asked, "What? You're not satisfied with this sword?"

“No, that’s not it! I’m very satisfied with this sword!” Kotekawa Kami opened his sword sheath, showing him the two swords inside, and explained, “It’s mainly because I’ve been practicing dual swordsmanship this month…”

"You've mastered dual swords in just one month?" Qian Zishou was skeptical. Pointing at the swords, he said, "You know the rules, so please show me your skills first, and then we'll talk about the rest!"

Kotekawa Kami wasn't surprised. The old man was quite good at judging people, but it wasn't a bad thing for him. The stronger he became, the more the old man would value him and put more effort into forging the sword.

He also wanted to try out the new sword, so he pulled one out of his scabbard, looked around, then looked at the table, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Then I'll peel two apples."

Senko Hisashi stood to the side with his teacup and teapot, and Senko Kazuma suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Um, may I take a picture?"

"Oh, please make yourself at home."

Chiko was very happy and immediately took out her phone.

Shirakawa Kurumi, standing next to him, stared intently without blinking.

Standing in front of the stone table, Kotekawa Kamimi slightly turned his body, and the longsword in his right hand was drawn with a "clang". The sword light, like a stream of light, enveloped the apple on the stone table. Three seconds later, he sheathed the sword behind his back, and then drew the longsword in his left hand. Three seconds later, both swords were returned to their sheaths.

Chiko and Mako were dumbfounded as soon as Chiko took out her phone and before she could even turn on the camera.

Senji Hisashi and Shirakawa Kurumi turned their attention to the two apples on the plate on the stone table, which still looked perfectly intact.

Kami Kotegawa, who was standing next to him, snapped his fingers.

The peels and flesh of the two apples separated instantly, and the flesh fell off, revealing their true appearance—two miniature sculptures, each depicting Kotekawa Kamimi with a sword on his back and another drawn, his features distinct and his expression lifelike; what's even more amazing is that the left and right hands of the two sculptures are different, as if a mirror is standing in the middle!

Chiko Kazuma's mouth dropped open, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He dropped his iPhone with a thud, then bent down to pick it up. Looking at the cracked screen, tears welled up in his eyes: "I...I just bought this iPhone 13 yesterday..."

Kurumi Shirakawa was also dumbfounded. Good heavens! This kid is really going to become a god!

After staring for a long time, Qian Zishou finally came to his senses, muttering in a daze, "Why do I feel like I've returned to the ancient times when martial arts flourished?"

"A mere trifle, meant to amuse you, nothing to mention, nothing to mention..." Kotekawa Kami waved his hand modestly, looking at him: "What about the sword?"

The old man remained silent for a long time before finally saying quietly, "The order can be accepted, but delivery will not be possible for at least a year!"

“Okay, I’m not in a hurry!” Kotekawa Kami agreed without thinking. After all, it wasn’t just him who placed the order, so he could understand.

Chapter Forty-Nine: Infusion of Essence

After receiving the swords, Kotegawa Kami paid a deposit for three more swords, then left Senji Sword Shop with the sword case and contract on his back, along with Shirakawa Kurumi.

Shirakawa Kurumi, with her hands behind her back, tilted her head and asked, "Why did you name the sword 'Tenka' (天下, meaning 'All Under Heaven')?"

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"Well, it sounds nice, and it does suit Kotegawa's character quite well, but wouldn't it be more imposing to call it 'Kotetsu' or 'Zanpaku'?"

"Look at this, that's what it means to have a narrow perspective, Walnut."

Kotegawa Kami, full of pride, slightly raised his chin: "I'm a man destined to become a god! How could I possibly have such chuunibyou names like 'Kotetsu' and 'Zanpaku'?"

"Huh? Then do you know how to become a god?" Shirakawa Kurumi asked with amusement.

Kamiko Kotekawa stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "When I defeat the gods, I will be a god!"

The little girl was taken aback and instinctively wanted to refute, but for some reason she felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

If a person could truly contend with a god, it seems there's no difference between them and a god.

She asked with a strange expression, "But why are you so fixated on deities? When did you come to have this idea?"

Kotekawa Kami looked at him calmly and said, "People always need to have some ideals and pursuits, so that life can be more meaningful, right?"

"If someone else said that, I would definitely laugh at them." Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes, looking at him with a subtle expression, and said, "But is that really all there is to it? Don't you have any thoughts about marrying a few more wives?"

Kotegawa Kami did not answer and continued walking forward.

"Ha! Ha! I knew it! You womanizer!" Shirakawa Kurumi, standing behind him, laughed loudly.

The young man stopped and turned his head, saying, "Yes! Maybe I am a womanizer, a greedy scumbag who should be despised."

This answer startled Hu Tao, who said with a hint of nervousness, "I was just joking, there's no need to be angry, is there?"

"If you really become a god, would you still be willing to marry me?"

"Huh?" Shirakawa Kurumi was even more dumbfounded. Her mind was reeling, her head was buzzing, and she was at a loss for what to do. She wanted to say no, but she blurted out, "Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"Really?"

"..."

"Well, if that day really comes, it's not something we can't consider?"

She gradually regained her composure and sighed, "But does this mean that Kotegawa has already made his choice? That he wants to marry Haruka?"

"Yes, I want to marry her."

Upon hearing such a decisive answer, Shirakawa Kurumi's face darkened. No matter what, in any situation, mentioning another girl in front of a girl is never pleasant.

She gave a soft snort and walked forward with her hands behind her back: "Looks like I'll just have to marry any man I want in this life! When the day comes that Kotegawa becomes a god, he can just marry my ghost!"

Kotekawa Kami watched her retreating figure and pursed his lips.

Yes! That day may never come.

Even if he harbored unrealistic fantasies, he couldn't possibly be so selfish as to start thinking about Kurumi and Takanashi again after he had Mikazuki...

That would hurt everyone; he's an absolutely terrible guy.

Perhaps it's time to distance myself from Takanashi and Kurumi, and leave everything else to time, regardless of whether this greedy fantasy will ever come true.

In any case, time will eventually erase everything.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was walking ahead with her hands behind her back, suddenly stopped, turned around, lowered her head, ran up to him in a few steps, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips hard against his.

It tastes salty; it's the taste of tears.

A few seconds later, Hu Tao slowly stepped back, sniffed, and said in a clear, cold voice, "I'll wait until you're twenty-five. If you don't do it by then, I really will just marry any man I want."

Kami Kotekawa moved his lips, raised his hand, and held up two fingers: "Two years!"

Shirakawa Kurumi scoffed, turned around, and strode away.

"I'm leaving! I'm going home!"

Hu Tao was in an exceptionally bad mood today. First, she was so angry at her rebellious younger brother that she wanted to kill him, and then she inexplicably experienced the taste of heartbreak. Seriously! She hadn't even been in a relationship yet! She had already experienced heartbreak before even starting a relationship? Now she felt even more murderous.

Around noon, they returned home, and Shirakawa Kurumi ran back to her room.

After lingering outside the door for a while, Kotekawa Kami returned to his bedroom, changed his clothes, washed his hands, went to the kitchen, and cooked several bowls of beef noodles.

After he finished cooking, he went to the door, knocked, and said, "Lunch is ready."

"Don't eat!"

"It's beef noodles. Each bowl has seven large slices of beef, which are fragrant and tender, and are made with a secret five-spice sauce."

"I wouldn't eat it even if you put a whole spiced beef in there!"

Kami Kotekawa scratched his head, turned around and took out his phone to order foil-wrapped roasted chicken, beef tenderloin, braised pork knuckle, braised pig's head, Ise lobster, sole, and braised lion's head meatballs...

An hour later, he moved the dining table to the door of Shirakawa Kurumi's room, laden with delicious food. While fanning the aroma of grilled meat into her bedroom, he shouted loudly, "Lunch is ready! If you don't come out soon, I'll eat all of these lobsters, sole, and lion's head meatballs!"

"I won't eat!" The voice from inside the room was noticeably more exasperated.

Kotekawa Kamimi grinned, tossed aside his fan, picked up the lumpy beef ramen, stirred it with his chopsticks, and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.