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

Hu Tao, who was standing next to him, also said, "I told him that if he locks me up in that dark room again, I'll bring a grandson back to see him next year."

"Uh..." The group of people looked at her silently.

The green light came on across the street, and the six of them stepped across together.

With her hands behind her back, Hu Tao asked curiously, "I just heard you guys talking about bass, what's going on? Are you forming a band?"

Kami Kotekawa nodded repeatedly and said, "The school festival is coming up soon, and our club will be performing... Do you play bass?"

Hu Tao pondered for a moment and said, "Can I use a shamisen instead? I know how to play a shamisen."

Kami Kotegawa turned to look at Hanako Takanashi: "Is it possible?"

“…We can add a shamisen, but if possible, we should also find a bass player.” Takanashi Hanamai said with a hint of helplessness, “There is a very famous band called Wagaku Band. They combine traditional instruments with Western instruments. They have a shamisen player and a bass player.”

"We still need to find Beth!" Kotekawa Kami looked at the little priest with the broken arm and shook his head silently.

Patients will not be considered.

The young priest looked at him and said, "I can be the lead singer."

"We already have a lead singer; all we're missing now is a bassist."

"There are five people in our club, right? Who's the lead singer?"

"Don't worry about that, just focus on recovering..." Kotekawa Kami said to Takanashi, "It seems we can only ask the teacher... If all else fails, we can rent a bassist."

The little bird nodded gently as it swayed among the flowers.

Walnut, standing nearby, blinked and pointed at the little priest, saying, "Don't we need someone to warm up the crowd? Let him be the warm-up act! He can sing, dance, and even rap!"

"But he's a patient."

"It's nothing, just a broken arm. My voice is fine, I can still warm up the crowd."

"...That's fine."

The six people entered the school and then separated in the corridor of the teaching building to go back to their respective classes.

Kotegawa Kami glanced at the clock; there was still some time before class. He put away his schoolbag and sword sheath, then called to Takanashi Hanabu, and they went to the office together.

In the first-year office, Mr. Fujiwara was grinding coffee beans slowly, living a very stylish life; he was a refined old man.

"Teacher!" Kotegawa Kami greeted him.

"The leave slip is on the table."

"No, no, no, I didn't come to ask for leave!" Kotekawa Kami looked slightly embarrassed; he seemed to have taken too many days off lately... He said, "Teacher, our club is going to perform at the school festival, right?"

Fujiwara-sensei walked over with a cup of coffee, the aroma of coffee beans filling the air. She said, "That's right. Our exorcism club doesn't have many activities and has always been very mysterious. It's the club with the highest demand for a showcase in the school this year."

"Is that so?" Kotekawa Kami paused, glancing at Takanashi Hanamai, who was completely bewildered.

Fujiwara-sensei took a sip of coffee and looked at him: "You can check out the school forum more often."

“Oh…” Kotekawa Kami said, “Teacher, that’s perfect. I want to form a band and sing on stage.”

Fujiwara-sensei paused in front of her, holding the cup, then put it down, adjusted her glasses, and her face darkened: "Form a band and sing? Are you in the light music club? No way!"

After thinking for a moment, Kotekawa Kamimi said, "Then let's have two programs. In addition to the club performance, we'd like to sing a song as well."

The little bird, playing among the flowers, hid behind him, too afraid to speak.

"Go apply to the student council for program submissions!" Fujiwara-sensei was somewhat displeased with his "neglect of his duties": "Do you expect this old man to run errands for you?"

"No, no, no, of course not!" said Kami Kotekawa. "We're currently missing a bassist, and we'd like to ask you for some advice."

"Bassist?" Fujiwara-sensei asked instead of answering, "Why do you want to sing? If I remember correctly, you can't even sing the school song well, right?"

“It will be soon!” Kotekawa Kami corrected, then continued, “My friend was bullied in the light music club and has now quit. I plan to help him get revenge.”

Mr. Fujiwara's expression turned serious: "Were you bullied? Kotegawa, leave this to the school to handle. They will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation. You are not allowed to take action in private, especially not, you cannot kill anyone, understand?" He lowered his voice.

"What are you thinking? I said we're going to crush the Light Music Club at the school festival! This isn't even a battle of wits!" Kotekawa Kamimi declared righteously, "Teacher, I never fight!"

"Really?" Mr. Fujiwara stared at him and said, "Yesterday, several second and third-year students from the light music club had injuries on their faces, but they couldn't say anything when asked, and as a result, they were punished for fighting..."

"Isn't this considered a mental disorder? Teacher, do you think you can help with the bassist's situation?"

Fujiwara-sensei said calmly, “After class this afternoon, meet at the club. I’ll bring a bass guitar with me.”

"Wow! Teacher, you are really amazing!" Kotegawa Kami exclaimed.

"Now that the bassist issue is resolved, the next step is to rent another instrument..." He briefly considered the matter in his mind, then came to his senses and said goodbye, "Teacher, I'll leave it to you then."

Fujiwara-sensei said casually, "The bassist will bring his own instrument."

"Yes, that would be even better."

The two left the office, and Kami Kotekawa muttered, "We already have a bass and guitar, so we only need to rent a keyboard and a drum set, right?"

Birdsong Flower Dance nodded and said, "I know where to rent musical instruments cheaply. Let's find some time to go and take a look."

"No need to find time, let's go over at noon today, and invite Hu Tao along."

"Should we add a shamisen?"

"No, she's strong, she can help carry things."

"...The musical instrument guild helped us deliver it!"

……

……

The weather in the afternoon was worse than in the morning. The sky was covered with dark clouds and flashes of lightning. Although it wasn't raining, the wind had picked up.

Honba Sorata had just hung up the phone. He tidied his desk, picked up his backpack and guitar, and headed to the exorcism club behind the school, feeling half nervous and half excited.

Although I said some cool things yesterday afternoon, upon closer reflection, I realize that it would definitely be more reassuring to go on stage with a partner.

He was really scared. If he were the only one on stage, would he be so nervous that he would tremble all over, unable to play the guitar or sing, and make a big fool of himself? He worried about this for most of the night and couldn't even remember when he fell asleep.

He ran to the back of the teaching building and saw Kotekawa Kami's back from a distance. His eyes lit up and he quickened his pace.

"Furutegawa!" he called out.

Kotegawa Kami and the group of people standing in front of him all looked in that direction.

When Sorata got closer, he realized that there was more than one person, Kotegawa!

He was startled and exclaimed, "So everyone's here!"

No one spoke; everyone looked at him with warm eyes.

Sora was so engrossed in watching that his scalp tingled.

"You've come at the perfect time!" Kotekawa Kami grinned. "Let me introduce you to the members of our band!"

He walked up to the young priest and introduced him enthusiastically: "The young priest is in charge of warming up the audience. He used to be an idol trainee, has a lot of stage experience, and can sing, dance, and rap."

The little priest, with a cast on his arm, bandages around his neck, and plaster on his face, nodded slightly.

The player was immediately dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

Kotegawa walked up to Takanashi Hanamai, a broad smile on his face: "Takanashi is a keyboardist! You know her skills better than I do, so you can rest assured!"

Sorata Honba, who was still looking at the little priest with surprise, suddenly beamed with joy: "Takanashi-kun, you're willing to help me too? Thank you so much!"

"Well, no need to be so polite." Takanashi was a little embarrassed. After all, they've known each other for so many years, so helping out with a small favor is nothing.

Kotekawa Kami cleared his throat, pointed at Kurumi, and the little girl smiled and raised her hand to greet him. He introduced her, "Kurumi is in charge of being the mascot. She is very beautiful. Just by standing on the stage, even without saying a word, she is enough to bring us a lot of popularity."

Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes at him.

"The mascot?" Honba Sora asked, bewildered. "What about the drummer and bassist?"

"I'll take care of the drums," said Kami Kotekawa modestly, then added, "The bassist should be here soon; he was introduced by Fujiwara-sensei... So, what do you think? Starting a band isn't as complicated as you think, is it?"

"Yes..." Honba Sorata's palms were sweating, and he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

At that moment, the slightly hunched-over Fujiwara-sensei walked over slowly with her hands behind her back.

Kotekawa's eyes lit up as he looked behind his teacher, but after looking around, he didn't see anyone else.

He asked, completely bewildered, "Teacher, what about the bassist? Didn't he want to?"

Fujiwara-sensei glanced at him, took the bag off her back, and handed it to Takanashi Hanamai: "Takanashi-kun, go and help me connect a cable."

"Oh, oh..." Takanashi Hanamai took it in a daze, unzipped the bag, and her eyes widened immediately: "Wow, it's a bass!"

"Huh?" Everyone present exclaimed in unison.

With his hands behind his back, Fujiwara-sensei sighed, a hint of melancholy on his weathered face, "Time flies. Almost forty years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

Birdsong Hana-mae ran out of the house and handed him the bass: "The cable is all connected."

"Thank you."

Then, under the stunned gazes of everyone, Mr. Fujiwara took out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, lowered his head to reveal his bald, shiny head, and began to strum the strings.

A slightly desolate, somewhat sorrowful electronic sound began to play.

Everyone standing nearby instantly fell into deep respect.

Kami Kotekawa gaped, wondering what that phrase was again. He didn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

After Fujiwara-sensei casually played a few notes, the silent Furutekawa Kami snapped out of his daze and awkwardly introduced the dazed Motoba Sorata: "Well, Fujiwara-sensei is our band's bassist... Not bad, right? Glasses-kun, you'd better do your best! Opportunities like this don't come around every day."

"Mmm, mmm!" Honba Sorata nodded, his voice trembling with tears.

I don't know if it's nervousness or emotion...

"It must be the latter, right?" Kotegawa thought to himself.

Chapter 59 A Guest Arrives (4300)

The "Exorcism Society's" art troupe activity didn't end until after dark, actually before five o'clock, but the dark clouds that had been brewing overhead all day couldn't take it anymore.

Everyone hurriedly dispersed and went home, while Kamiko Kotekawa was soaked to the bone.

Actually, he had an umbrella in his bag, but someone didn't bring one and was injured and couldn't get it wet... I won't say who it was.