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

“Young man…” Kotekawa Kami sighed and asked, “When was the last time you wet the bed?”

The young priest, who was on guard, was taken aback and murmured, "Five years old, taking a nap at kindergarten..."

"Oh." Kotegawa Kami looked at Kurumi, who was dumbfounded on the other side.

Hu Tao instantly became alert, jumping back several steps and warning, "If you dare ask me that, I'll tell Mikazuki that you enjoy sexual harassment!"

Kotekawa Kamimi thought for a moment and then asked, "Would you be willing to marry me in the future?"

Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback. She carefully sensed it, but couldn't seem to find anything wrong. She asked uncertainly, "Are you serious?"

"Just kidding, we should wait until the agreement is fulfilled before asking this question."

"But by then, won't I have lost all my teeth?" Hu Tao winked. "Being her lover for a lifetime is also an option!"

"Well, I don't really want to do something like taking off my pants to fart."

As the two of them were talking, the junior priest snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and asked with extreme vigilance, "What did he do to me?"

"I'm just asking if you've ever wet the bed."

"...Did I answer?"

"That was a very honest answer. How old are you? Where are you?"

The young priest's face immediately turned ashen, and he looked at him, saying each word clearly, "I want to learn too!"

"Then keep up the good work and study psychology in the future!"

"mean!"

"Stingy? I call it a special talent that no one else can imitate."

"hehe."

Kotekawa Kami entered the first-year office and handed over a large pile of junk to Mr. Fujiwara for safekeeping, saying that he would dispose of it after school in the afternoon.

In addition, he also gave the investigation records that the little priest had written down to Fujiwara-sensei.

As Fujiwara-sensei opened the book and began to read, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. He adjusted his glasses and glanced up at Kotegawa Kami.

Is there a problem?

Ms. Fujiwara read aloud, “How many boys are there in your class? Maybe ten or eight? Or a dozen or so? It doesn’t matter, they’re all insignificant characters anyway. As long as you have me in your heart, that’s enough…”

Kotekawa Kami's face stiffened. He turned to look at the little priest outside. "You brat... high scores but low intelligence?"

Ms. Fujiwara pondered, "This Tatsuya Nitta, he's a boy, right? You..."

“I said this when I was joking with Hu Tao, not Nitta Ryuya.” He took out a pen, crossed out the two paragraphs in the notebook, and said in a stiff voice, “The spirit is in the hands of a student in Class 3 of the third grade. It’s definitely a tsukumogami… Teacher, we need to go out of the school. Could you please help us find out the home address of that Tamura family?”

"Go ahead, everything will go smoothly."

He walked out of the office with slightly quicker steps, met up with the two siblings who were waiting outside, and together they headed out of the school.

On the way, Hu Tao asked in a low voice, "Furu Tekawa, have you met my dad? He was furious when he came home last night, saying something like, 'Unless he's dead, don't even think about dating him,' which is utter nonsense."

Kotekawa Kamimi recounted her encounter with her handsome father yesterday, and concluded by sincerely saying, "Your father is really handsome. If he hadn't been carrying a baseball bat, I would have really wanted to invite him for a cup of tea."

Walnut and the little priest listened in silence for a long time.

The three of them left the school and went straight to a hospital. While the nurse at the front desk was busy looking back and forth between him and the little priest, they inquired about Murata.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late. Murata was discharged from the hospital early this morning. His injuries weren't serious. He was hospitalized because his behavior was too strange, and the school was worried that he might have been traumatized or had mental problems.

So they left the hospital and headed to the address that Fujiwara-sensei had sent them.

"If I don't get paid, I just can't seem to get motivated to work." This was something Kotekawa Kami said halfway through the journey, and it was something that the Shirakawa siblings wholeheartedly agreed with.

"Once we get back, we'll ask the teacher to suggest to the student council that we increase our activity budget!"

Twenty minutes later, the three arrived near the Murata family's house. Before they could even check the house numbers, they saw a boy wearing women's briefs walking upside down in the middle of the street, performing acrobatics.

"Pah! Hantai!" Hu Tao turned her head, wanting to throw a dart at him.

Kotekawa Kami took out his phone, looked at Murata's photo, and compared it with the boy in the distance several times. He said to the little priest, "That's right, it's him... He looks a bit obsessed. What kind of spirit is this?"

"The spirit must be on him. We can definitely find it by searching his body!" the junior priest said confidently. After all, he was a "quasi-official priest." Even if his practical combat skills were lacking, his theoretical knowledge was quite solid.

Kotekawa Kami hummed in agreement and told Kurumi to keep an eye on the car for the time being. He and the little priest walked towards him, but before they reached Murata's side, a yellowed A3-sized piece of paper suddenly flew out from Murata's chest and fled in panic.

Murata's arms went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his legs hitting his chin. He screamed in agony, blood streaming from his mouth, whether from biting his tongue or tearing his oral cavity.

"Call an ambulance for him." Kotekawa Kami strode off and chased after the flying paper.

The young priest's arm wasn't fully healed, so he couldn't engage in strenuous exercise. He didn't push himself; instead, he coldly stared at the ground, took out his phone, and dialed 120.

A minute later, Kotegawa Kami returned, holding a roll of trembling paper in his hand.

He glanced at Murata, who was writhing on the ground, clutching his mouth in pain, and said after a moment's thought, "Let's go back. We're not needed here anymore."

Every school strictly prohibits ordinary students from being exposed to real supernatural events. They can be interested in them and learn about them, but they cannot go deep into them. This definition seems a bit ambiguous, but there's no way around it; this whole country is an ambiguous country.

So whether the school will punish Tamura or not is up to the school; their job is to take care of this tsukumogami.

"Aren't you going to ask him where he got his tsukumogami?"

"Why don't you just ask it?" Kotekawa Shinji waved the paper in his hand, then suddenly had an idea and looked at him: "Ask Tamako if she eats this kind of stuff?"

The junior priest was taken aback, and hesitated before saying, "If it doesn't resist, perhaps we can let Tamako try..."

"That's simple... Let's go back first and make a decision after we figure it out."

The two walked away, met up with Hu Tao in the distance, and returned to school together.

Murata on the ground kept trying to open his eyes, but he couldn't make out the faces of the three people. He could only vaguely see the armbands with the character "灵" on them.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Drawing Ghost Feet

Back at the exorcism club, the three of them sat around a table with Fujiwara-sensei. On the table was a large, yellowed sheet of paper with rows of vertical lines drawn on it, and a name on each line.

Kami Kotekawa looked it over and asked, "What is this thing?"

"It looks a bit like a children's game of 'ghost feet'." Hu Tao pointed to a line and traced it downwards: "At the end of the line, there will be an adventure, and the owner of the name must abide by something."

Nozomi Shirakawa nodded and said, "Compared with Tatsuya Nitta's answer, it is indeed very similar."

“Oh, eating raw chicken, drinking water upside down, peeing upside down, and wearing women’s underwear upside down…” Kotekawa Kami looked down at the names with different handwriting on the top line and said thoughtfully, “Did you write this yourself?”

"Well..." Hu Tao poked at the paper, puzzled, "So it can decide what risks each person takes?"

"Otherwise, would a normal person come up with the idea of ​​peeing upside down?"

"Who knows? You never know."

Fujiwara-sensei, who had been silent until now, scrutinized the object and asked, "Where did Murata get this?"

"I bought it from a fan forum, it cost about 70,000 yen... That kid is pretty rich." Kotekawa Kami replied, having already found out about it on the way back.

"A forum for fans of ghost stories? Buying and selling tsukumogami privately?" Fujiwara-sensei frowned. "Let's hand this over to the Special Division."

Kotekawa Kamimi pointed at the paper and said, "It was the paper that nearly drove the previous owner to the brink of collapse before it ended up in Murata's hands. It's like a cursed piece of paper."

Fujiwara-sensei's old face was serious. He moved back a little and said with concern, "Wouldn't it be better to ask the Special Division to come and retrieve it immediately?"

"It's okay, no rush, it's still useful."

Kote Kawakami smiled and said, "Rest assured, leave it to us. There won't be any problems."

"What are your plans?"

"Feed its spirit to the shikigami, killing two birds with one stone."

Mr. Fujiwara had nothing to say. The school bell rang in the distance. He glanced at it, stood up, grabbed his textbook, and said, "Hurry up and get back to class."

After he left, Hu Tao closed the door and drew the thick curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

Shirakawa Nozomi turned around, his back to them, and reached into his robes. A streak of light flew out, circled around him, and transformed into Tamako, who was rubbing her eyes: "Is it already dark?"

"Not yet, sorry to disturb your sleep, there's something else." The little priest's voice was noticeably gentler.

Kotegawa Kami sat beside him, watching silently.

Kurumi, who usually ignores Tamako, also remained silent and watched quietly.

"It's delicious!" The little priest pointed to his index finger, setting the tone for the conversation.

Still confused, Tamako's eyes lit up: "Y-Delicious? What? Is it hamburger patties made with Yin Qi Wan? But Tamako hopes it's not too big, otherwise she won't be able to eat it."

The two bystanders exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with strange expressions, and both of them seemed ready to curse.

This brat is usually incredibly stingy, yet he actually used Yin Qi Pills to make hamburger patties for Yu Zi? How many pills would that take? What a waste!

Hu Tao's face was also grim. She was quite poor herself, partly because she had borrowed a large sum of money... She had only spent a few dollars on the motorcycle; the majority of the money went to things like Yin Qi Pills... But this brat! He really needed to be taught a lesson!

Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere, the junior priest said with a straight face, "That was just a hamburger with minced meat mixed in, and only one Yin Qi Pill was used."

Hu Tao was even more furious: "Even if you only use one, at least 10% will be wasted! You better reflect on this when you get back!"

"Never mind, I was just being silly before. I'll be more careful in the future." Kotekawa Kamimi patted her back to help her catch her breath.

Yuko then noticed them and was so frightened that she almost shrank back into the box.

The young priest walked to the table, picked up the motionless tsukumogami (spirit spirit) that had apparently been dealt with by Kotegawa, and handed it to her: "Eat it, it will make you stronger."

Yu Zi peeked out from behind him, sniffed with her little nose, and said with a pained expression, "It smells a bit bad."

"The paper is probably a bit moldy; just take its essence."

Tamako hesitated, struggled, and finally weakly asked, "Do you really want Tamako to eat this?"

"You must become stronger, Tamako," the little priest whispered.

Hu Tao wanted to say something, but Kotegawa stopped her.

Tamako's timidity isn't something that just started today; we can take it one step at a time... Even if we raise a shikigami that's timid but still has some strength, it would be better than the current situation.

Yu Zi nodded reluctantly, gripped the paper with both hands, took a deep breath, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and she stammered to the two people on the other side in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, "I...I'm starting."

She turned her back, pulled out wisps of illusory spiritual energy from the paper, and like eating ramen, puffed out her cheeks and blew out a few breaths before inhaling it.

This action left Kami Kotegawa and Kurumi Shirakawa completely dumbfounded.

Is this spiritual energy still too hot to handle?