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

Takanashi did bring an umbrella, a very cute starry sky umbrella, but unfortunately it wasn't big enough for her to use alone. She couldn't share an umbrella with him because he was just too big.

Kotekawa Kamimi thought it wasn't far anyway, so he ran back in the rain.

After returning home, he wiped the water droplets from his face, put down his sword bag and schoolbag, and went into the bathroom while taking off his wet clothes.

In the bathroom, white steam rose, and he swung his hips back and forth with his hands on his waist.

This extreme sense of openness is really great...

"If we could somehow manage to get Mikazuki to come in and give us a back rub sometime, that would be even better!" He gave a very gentlemanly smile.

Footsteps echoed from the living room, and Yuka's voice rang out from the bathroom doorway: "Furutegawa, is that you?"

Kami Kotekawa turned the shower down and called out loudly, "It's me! You're home!"

“It’s raining, I came back to get an umbrella…” Yujia’s voice drifted away: “Don’t forget the bugs and the door lock.”

"Okay, I'm going to Takanashi's house in a bit, and I'll change the lock when I get back."

"Are we going to discuss the school festival?"

"Yes, there's not much time left, we need to confirm the music and stuff quickly."

"You've worked so hard! You've done so much for Sorata... Would you like me to rub your back for you?"

"Who do you call 'older sister'?"

"But in terms of age, Kotegawa is six months younger than me."

"If we're talking about that, then you have to call me uncle."

"Why!"

"Because I lived for quite a few years in my previous life, the two lifetimes combined are enough for me to be your uncle."

"Tch! If that's how you put it, then I must have lived for many years in my past life! Even if you add them all up, I'd still be older than you!" Youjia's disdainful voice came through.

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback. That was indeed true... He pondered for a moment and then said, "What if you were a cicada in your past life? You could only live for seven days."

"Go away, you're the cicada! I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going out..."

"I'm not a cicada..." He muttered to himself as he heard the door close. He turned off the shower, dried himself with a towel, and opened the door naked. Under the combined assault of two beams of light, one large and one small, he returned to his bedroom, got dressed, grabbed his umbrella, and prepared to visit his neighbor.

On the street, a middle-aged man dressed in wide-sleeved Wu-style clothing stood in the rain, his hands clasped together, looking up at the house he was rebuilding.

He looked around. Because of the rain, the work had stopped. The man's clothes looked decent, and he had a somewhat refined demeanor. He probably wasn't a thief trying to steal steel bars.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still walked over and, looking at the middle-aged man who was getting soaked in the rain, said politely, "Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

The middle-aged man snapped out of his daze, turned to look at him, and sized him up from head to toe.

Kotegawa Kami was also somewhat surprised.

Wow! What a handsome older man!

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and deep gaze, he looks quite young, though his temples are slightly gray, which only makes him more charming... He's definitely a killer who appeals to women of all ages!

He immediately became alert.

It's not that I feel my handsomeness is threatened, but this uncle's face vaguely resembles Hu Tao's!

Masaka?

"Excuse me..." the incredibly handsome middle-aged man began, his voice as clear as jade, "Where has the owner of this house moved to now?"

Kotekawa Kami stared intently at him, a hint of wariness in his eyes, and pulled out his phone, ready to call the police at any moment: "What are you trying to do?"

The middle-aged man calmly raised his hand and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not a suspicious bad person. It's just that my daughter has been bothering this family for a while, and as her father, I just wanted to come and express my gratitude."

"Clang!" As he raised his hand, the baseball bat tucked under his arm fell to the ground.

Kotegawa Kami looked down.

"Oh dear, my apologies..." The middle-aged man bent down to pick it up, tucked it back under his arm, and explained gently, "My hobby is playing baseball, and I usually carry a baseball bat with me to keep up with my skills."

He gripped it and swung it a few times, the wind whistling through the air... a standard playing posture.

"Hello, is this the police? I need to report a crime!"

The middle-aged man's face twitched a few times, then he turned and ran away.

Kami Kotekawa put down his phone, which he hadn't dialed, and muttered to himself, "Goodness, just like the little priest said, they've come knocking on our door..."

He walked to the front of the bird's house and rang the doorbell.

A melodious piano tune began to play, and then the door opened, revealing Takanashi, who was wearing a long dress, waving at him.

He went inside, glanced into the living room, and asked as he took off his shoes, "Where's Ms. Senko?"

"We're not off work yet." Takanashi Hanamai pointed to the clock on the wall... It was only 5:30.

She ran to the refrigerator, opened the door, and asked, "Dried fruit, beef, and cake, what do you want to eat?"

Kotegawa rubbed his stomach: "I'd like some beef, I've been feeling hungry a lot lately."

"Hungry? With such a big appetite... how can you be hungry?" Takanashi Hanamai looked at him in disbelief.

"Perhaps it's because it digests quickly?"

"...It feels like you can eat more than a cow."

"You'll make me feel embarrassed if you say that."

"I wasn't praising you!"

Little Bird Dance Flower Dance took out a large piece of cooked beef, weighing about five pounds. She rolled up her sleeves, went to the kitchen, cut a full plate, and carried it upstairs.

Kami Kotegawa followed behind, watching her swaying figure, subconsciously looking away, then looking back, then looking away again...

Takanashi Hanamai turned her head and asked, "Is there something on my butt?"

Caught off guard, Kotekawa Kami waved his hands haphazardly: "It's nothing! Just a single hair..."

"Hair?" Birdsong clapped her hands a few times, blinked, and asked, "Is it still there?"

"It's all gone, everything's gone."

They entered the room one after the other.

Kotekawa Kami looked around and touched the curtains. He hadn't climbed over since moving to the apartment two doors down.

Looking at it now, I feel a little nostalgic.

Bird Dancer placed the beef on the table, sat down, crossed her long legs, and patted the stool next to her: "Come here, this is your sheet music. Practice according to this from now on."

He picked up the sheet music, glanced at it, and nodded slightly. Although it was still a bit difficult for him to read through the entire sheet music at his current level, there was still time, and he could practice until he was proficient before going on stage.

Is there a problem?

"We don't know yet, let's talk about it after we've typed it out."

He casually remarked, pulling back the curtains, "Haven't you opened the windows lately?"

"I'll open the door a crack when I go to school, otherwise what would the room smell like?" Takanashi Hanamai held up her tablet, tapped on an audio clip, and said, "This is the finished piece of music. Listen to it a few times. There are three sections, starting with the warm-up."

Kami Kotegawa listened attentively, glancing at the sheet music as he went.

"This drum section has a strong rhythm from the very beginning because it's needed to get everyone's emotions going, and there will be a particularly intense section later on..." Takanashi Hanamai said softly.

Actually, she felt it would be better to choose a melody that was simpler.

But Kotegawa felt that she might not be able to beat the Light Music Club that way, so she chose a piece of medium difficulty... in her opinion.

After the first melody ended, Kotekawa Kami didn't continue listening. Instead, he pulled the play button back to the starting point and started listening a second time.

You can roughly understand what's going on by listening to it, but if you want to type it out yourself, you have to pay attention to every detail.

Takanashi stopped talking and listened to the drumbeats with him. The drumbeats, which were less than a minute long and served as a warm-up, were listened to countless times.

Kami Kotegawa was incredibly focused.

The little bird next to me was lying on the table. Looking at his serious face, I inexplicably wanted to take a picture of him.

The rain was still falling outside. The entrance door on the first floor was opened, and Chiko Takanashi stood at the door, shaking her umbrella. She was about to call her daughter down to eat the pizza she had bought on the way back when her eyes fell on a pair of men's school shoes.

She swallowed her words instantly, reached out and measured the shoe size from a distance, and immediately guessed who it was.

"I hope these little ones don't do anything naughty..." She looked up at the upstairs, closed the door, and without even putting on slippers, tiptoed upstairs, threw the pizza she had just bought onto the table, quickly found a cup, brewed two cups of black tea, and then found her favorite red bean yokan. With a determined heart, she cut off a large piece and carefully tiptoed upstairs, little by little.

She hesitated for a moment, then pressed her ear against the door and heard a loud drumbeat.

Chiko Takanashi covered her mouth in disbelief. Could it be that she was using music to cover up... to cover up that kind of sound?

"Hua Wu, no matter how much you like him, you should have more self-respect! Boys won't cherish things if they're too easy to get! Oh dear, haven't I taught you a lesson enough?"

She paced anxiously at the door, unsure whether to knock or not.

At that moment, the door opened by itself.

Takanashi Hanamaru looked at her, completely bewildered, and said, "Why don't you come in? What are you doing lingering at the door?"

"Huh?" Chiko Takanashi was startled and almost dropped the plate in her hand. She said, "Mom just got back too..." but her eyes scanned her daughter up and down like a scanner, and she hesitated for a moment, "Kotegawa is here too, right?"

"He's here." Takanashi Hanamai stepped aside from the doorway, somewhat puzzled. "Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?"

"Really? Maybe she was wearing too many clothes! Mom's fine..." She smiled and stepped into the room... Her first glance was at the bed, then she sniffed the air, and finally she looked at Furudegawa Kami.

Kami Kotekawa greeted her respectfully, "Hello, Senko-sensei, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Welcome, welcome..." Chiko Takanashi smiled at him, holding a plate, and said, "Just call me Auntie at home. This is some black tea and a little bit of yokan... Oh? Hanamai, is this huge plate of beef a dessert you prepared?"

"I haven't had a chance to eat yet." Takanashi Hanamai took the plate from her and continued, "We're going to perform at the school festival, so we're studying right now."

"Then I'm relieved..." Chiko Takanashi breathed a sigh of relief, then covered her mouth and smiled, "Then I won't bother you anymore. Good luck with your studies! I'm really looking forward to your show."

She waved and went out the door with a smile.

Kotegawa Kami looked at Kotori Hanami's chest and suddenly fell into deep thought.

I hadn’t paid much attention before, but I’ve only just realized that Takanashi… doesn’t seem to resemble Chiko-sensei at all, but rather her father?

The little bird, playing among the flowers, put down the plate, served him tea, and asked, "How are you? Would you like to take a rest?"

"Hmm, let's pause for a moment." Kotegawa immediately pressed pause, picked up his bowl, took some beef, and said while chewing, "This beef tastes good, where did you buy it?"

Kotori Hanamai wasn't very hungry. After taking a bite of yokan (sweet bean jelly), she said, "I'm at my grandma's place. If you like it, we can go and buy some more sometime."

"Well, let's wait until after the school festival. I need to dedicate some time to practice these next few days..."