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

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his boxing became more and more fluid.

Until a line of large characters surfaced in my mind: [Fist: Eleven]

The initial sense of exhilaration gradually subsided.

Kotekawa Kami took a few steps forward, raised his hand and drew his longsword with a "clang," twirling it and trying to use the remaining momentum to improve his swordsmanship.

This has been a habit for many years.

Use skill to guide your fist techniques, and then use your fist techniques to guide your swordplay.

Suddenly, the whistling sound of swords echoed from the courtyard.

Its posture is free and graceful, carrying the carefree charm of Taoism.

Before they knew it, the sky above them had brightened considerably, and Kotekawa Kami had finished practicing his swordsmanship.

He slowly exhaled, relaxed, and stood still, reflecting and pondering.

His current sword skills are quite high, but if he wants to improve further, it will probably take him quite some time just to practice hard.

Therefore, we still need to find more "opponents".

He sheathed his sword and went back to his room to take a shower.

However, the moment he turned around, he raised an eyebrow and reflexively looked up at the window of his neighbor's second-floor house.

It seems like there's someone watching.

There were thick curtains drawn behind the window, and no one was there. It seemed he was just imagining things.

He thought for a moment, shook his head, and stepped into the house.

Oh well, he doesn't have anything to hide anyway.

...In the room, Xiao Niaoyou Huawu sat on the floor leaning against the wall, her heart pounding wildly.

She didn't know why she hid; perhaps she felt it wasn't right to secretly watch people.

"What exactly is that?" She cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

……

Just as it was eight o'clock in the morning, Sora Honba arrived again, riding his bicycle.

On the last day of his holiday, his father gave him the day off, so he didn't have to help with any chores.

He was wearing a light green jacket, light white trousers, and a white baseball cap.

She's dressed like a city dweller.

Kotekawa Kamimi greeted him, went out to have breakfast at the family restaurant she had visited the day before, and then headed towards the station.

School starts tomorrow.

Taking advantage of this last day of his holiday, he planned to go to the swordsmith's shop to order a longsword that would be a little more durable.

And it's about time I started looking for work.

He's really experienced what it means to spend money like water these past few days.

"I've inquired about three knife-making shops, and the nearest one is an hour and a half drive away." Honba Sorata waved his phone and said, "I've already sent you the addresses. You can choose which one to go to first."

“No need for that…” Kotekawa Kami shook his head: “Just go to the [Senjito Shop].

"Thousand Sons Knife Shop?" Honba Sora was stunned, his expression turning strange.

This Chiko has absolutely no relation to Ms. Takanashi Chiko.

This is the surname of a knife shop, but it's not one of the three options today.

This knife shop is so famous; it seems they've been knife makers for hundreds of years, a true family of knife forgers... And because they're so famous, their prices are incredibly high, with even the cheapest ones costing hundreds of thousands of yen.

So that's not where they should go.

"Are you really going there?"

Kami Kotekawa nodded and said, "The quality of that company seems pretty good to me."

"But the price is also particularly 'good'!" Honba Sorata complained, then changed the subject and said, "Alright, let's go check out [Senji Knife Shop] first."

He figured that Kawakami probably had no concept of price, but after seeing it for himself, he would probably back down.

【Senji Knife Shop】is located in Kamakura, which is quite far away.

Having made their decision, they didn't delay any longer, went to the station to buy tickets, and boarded the JR line that went directly to Kamakura.

The ticket money was paid by Kamiko Kotekawa; he felt embarrassed to have Sora Honma go with him and have to pay for it himself.

The journey was rather tedious, and Honba Sorata recalled the training he received from Honba Yukichi after returning home the previous night.

At first, Kotekawa Kami thought it was because he had come home late last night.

But actually it was because of what Sora Honba said about Mikazuki Seisakusou's academic performance yesterday at noon.

Instead of explaining the reason, Kota sighed and said, "But this is indeed my fault."

Kamiko Kotekawa asked, puzzled, "She doesn't like people bringing this up?"

“A little bit…” Honba Sorata looked at him, opened his mouth, then shook his head and said, “Sorry, I can’t talk about other people’s business anymore.”

"It's nothing." Kotekawa Kami suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any further questions.

Being tight-lipped is a good quality, and Honba Sora is indeed good at it. He only says what he should say and never mentions anything he shouldn't.

Sora then asked him what Ina City was like, saying he would love to visit it with Yuka and her girlfriend sometime in the future.

Kamiko Kotegawa picked out some famous tourist spots and talked about them; the environment there is indeed very nice.

Whether it's snow-capped mountains or starry skies, these are rare sights that can make people feel refreshed and relaxed.

……

At roughly the same time, Yuka Honba, who was still smacking her lips in her sleep, was woken up by a phone call.

She sat up groggily, her dilated pupils gradually focusing, and her face quickly darkened.

She vowed that if the guy on the phone didn't actually need her, she would call him back for a whole month!

She took her phone out from under her pillow, glanced at the caller ID, and her face darkened even more.

It was a call from Birdsong Flower Dance.

That brat! She said she'd see me at school tomorrow, but she already needs to talk to me today?

"What is it?" she asked in a very unfriendly tone after the call was connected.

Takanashi Hanamai paused, then said suspiciously, "You're still not up? Really? What time is it?"

"Mind your own business! It's a holiday anyway! Hurry up and tell me what's up!" Ben Changyoujia's voice was muffled.

Takanashi Hanamai didn't want to dwell on this, and she said mysteriously, "I think I've discovered the secret of that Kotegawa."

"Then be careful he doesn't climb through your window in the middle of the night and kill you..." Yoshikaichi grinned, lay down on the bed, and asked, "What secret? How did you find out? Did you peep on me?"

Birdsong blushed, thinking, "As expected of a good friend I've known for many years, you guessed it right away."

But she said in a normal tone: "It wasn't peeping, it was just a coincidence."

Anyway, since it was through a phone, Motoyoko couldn't see her expression.

Worried that Ben Changyoujia would hold a grudge about this, she quickly said, "I got up early today and happened to see him practicing boxing and kicking in the yard, and also wielding that sword... How should I put it? There was a feeling I can't quite describe, but it was very pleasing to the eye."

She racked her brains but couldn't find a suitable word to describe it.

At that moment, she felt the importance of learning again.

On the other side, Yuka Motoba jumped out of bed, looking incredulous: "What? You saw him practicing swordsmanship? Ahhh! That's so lucky!"

I'm so envious! So envious!

At this moment, Youjia felt a surge of excitement. Watching it live would be so much better than watching a video! Besides, she wasn't even watching the full version!

Hearing this, Takanashi Hanamai was stunned and quickly asked, "You know that? What is it? Tell me quickly!"

Benchang Youjia looked utterly dejected: "I only met him a day earlier than you, how would I know? I only saw a video of him practicing swordsmanship on my dad's phone, and it wasn't even a complete one."

"You have a video?" Takanashi Hanama's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Send it to me so I can see it!"

Benchang Youjia rolled her eyes and said, "It's not impossible, but Huawu kisses..."

The person on the other end of the phone, Takanashi Hanamai, shuddered and said warily, "You're not planning to ask me for money, are you? That's illegal profiteering! But if you insist, I can't refuse, but it's a maximum of 100 yen!"

"Nonsense! How could I do such a despicable thing!" Motoyo cried out, feeling wronged.

"Then speak properly!" Takanashi Hanamai didn't mince words with her, and urged her again, "Speak quickly!"

Motoyo cleared her throat: "Nothing much, I just want to stay at your place for a few days."

"No, I'm recording a new song right now," Takanashi said without hesitation.

At other times, it's fine, and it's not impossible for her to come over, but if there are acquaintances around during work hours, she will feel very embarrassed, so it's not possible.

Youjia didn't press the matter further and instead asked, "When will the recording be finished?"

"About a week? I've been busy moving lately and just can't seem to get into the flow..."

“Okay, I’ll come to your house with my phone in a week. It’s settled then!” Motomura Yuka said without hesitation.

Regardless, she's going to see a live version anyway.

Chapter Seventeen: Special Discounts (Part One)

Standing in front of a map outside Kamakura Station, Kotegawa Kami and Honba Sorata each held a cup of iced tea, sipping it as they searched for directions to the Senjito Shop.

Kami Kotekawa casually asked, "Is Yuuka busy today?"

"I don't know, she was probably still sleeping in when I left." Honba Sorata casually replied, "You need to see her for something?"

"It's nothing, I just want to get along with her."

"Huh?" Honba Sorata looked up at him with a strange expression and teased, "Get on good terms with her? What are you planning to do? You're not thinking of pursuing her, are you? Oh my, planning to steal Mikazuki's girlfriend?"

Looking at the lewd-looking boy making faces, Kotekawa Kami was speechless and shook his head: "What are you thinking?"