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

"The sign was brought by the teacher, probably because he didn't want us to be disturbed before the exorcism competition."

"It's so great to have a mentor like this."

Music and cheers could be heard from in front of the teaching building and on the other side of the playground.

The entire campus suddenly became even more lively, and the two of them listened intently.

Takanashi suddenly smiled and said, "Please enjoy the celebration today!"

Chapter 87 A Unique Appetizer

At nine o'clock in the morning, the campus was bustling with noise and various aromas mixed together, making it incredibly lively.

Although school festivals are not uncommon in Bunkyo, having one at the end of June, at the tail end of the rainy season, is still very inspiring and uplifting.

After all, Kotegawa is not the only one who dislikes the damp and dreary weather of the rainy season.

So, this time, the school festival at Kano Academy... no, or rather, every school festival, was incredibly lively.

Compared to the hustle and bustle in front of the teaching building, the exorcism club is much quieter here.

Not only are there "No Visitors" signs hanging outside the club, but also "Notices" that everyone receives when entering the school contain the clause "Visit the Exorcism Club is Prohibited".

In the corridor outside the event room, Honba Sora sat cross-legged, holding his guitar, his eyes fixed on the sheet music, playing it little by little.

Sitting next to him, Kamiko Kotekawa noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, then looked at the light raindrops falling from the sky and the gentle breeze blowing in his face, and asked, "Are you nervous?"

Sora was trembling all over. Hearing this, he looked up, revealing a face that was much paler than usual, and stammered, "Do I...do I look nervous?"

Kotekawa Kami stared at him: "It looks a bit like mild Parkinson's syndrome, but it doesn't matter, Fujiwara-sensei looks like he has the same problem."

Honjo was taken aback, then looked at him helplessly: "You're kidding me again. The teacher might be real, but I'm still healthy."

Kotegawa chuckled and handed over a can of herbal tea.

A drop of water clung to the outside of the herbal tea canister, its surface cool to the touch. Honba Sora held it in his hand, and after a while, his face paled again. He stammered, "Furugawa, have you heard? It seems we're going to use the biggest stage on the playground."

"Is that why you're so nervous?"

"Yes, yes! I'm afraid I won't be able to play the guitar or make a sound..." Honba Sorata really wanted to cry.

"Just relax and focus on your senior, Ogasawara. Don't worry about anything else."

Koudai lowered his head and swallowed hard: "I...I'll practice some more, I promise I won't mess up!"

He started playing again, and although it still sounded a little off, it was much better than before.

Kotegawa said no more, stretched out his legs, and leaned against the wall with his hands behind his head.

But at that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw several boys and girls wearing school uniforms from other schools walking towards him, chatting and laughing. They were all carrying long bags and completely ignoring the signs on the side of the road.

Sora Honba, engrossed in playing the guitar, didn't notice anyone approaching.

The three men and two women who had "barged" into the entrance of the exorcism club stood in a row, listening quietly to the guitar, but soon they all showed their indifference.

There was a discordant element in the melody being played.

Kotekawa Kami looked at the five people standing in the corridor. The shortest boy was about the same height as Sorata, with a round face and a flat nose, and his eyes held a hint of provocation.

The tallest one was a little shorter than him, looked very strong, and carried the longest cloth bag.

There was also a guy who was about the middle height, with long, flowing hair that covered one eye. He looked kind of handsome at first glance, but it was a pity that he had beady eyes.

As for the other two girls, they both had healthy tan skin, suggesting they spend a lot of time in the sun. One was a B cup and the other a C cup, so they weren't particularly outstanding. However, both of them had a ghostly aura about them, so they might be Onmyoji (yin-yang masters).

"They're here to cause trouble..." He pondered, then suddenly felt a little regretful. If the little priest's arm were still intact, perhaps he could have gained some experience.

Of the five, the shortest boy standing at the front showed impatience in his eyes. He stared at the guitar, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Hey!"

The guitar music stopped abruptly, startling Sorata Honba, who then noticed several strangers standing in front of him.

Kotekawa Kami paused slightly, looked at the smug little man, and stood up expressionlessly, taking a step forward.

The short boy stared at the tall man, Kotegawa Kami, for a moment, then revealed his disdain.

Kurumi and Takanashi Hanamai, who were staying in the activity room, heard Tokyo coming out, followed by the little priest.

The three boys out of the five were immediately stunned.

Just like those two girls who hadn't said a word since they arrived and had been staring at Kotegawa.

Two girls stood next to Kotegawa.

Hu Tao looked them over, her gaze finally settling on the two unfamiliar girls. She asked in surprise, "Are you here to cause trouble?"

Takanashi Hanamaru asked softly, "Why do you say that?"

“We’ve already put up the signs, but these people still barged in. Aren’t they just looking for trouble?” After listening to Hu Tao’s explanation, Takanashi Hanamai understood.

It seems they really did come here to cause trouble.

"We're the Exorcism Club from Radiant Academy!" The shortest boy, hands in his pockets, snorted. "We heard there's a new Exorcism Club here, and they seem to be planning to participate in this year's Exorcism Tournament, so we came all this way to have a go at your club! But..."

He turned to his companion and sneered, "There's only a guitar beginner here? Is this really an exorcism guild?"

"Who are you calling a guitar beginner?" Honjo Sora stared wide-eyed at the short man below the stage.

"Huh?" The short boy sized up Honba Sorata, his face darkening. He said, word by word, "You brat, talking from such a height is really annoying!"

Honba Sorata mustered his courage and said, "Huh? Someone who comes here without permission and says they want to spar doesn't even know the slightest bit of etiquette for visiting someone's home. What makes them think they're superior?"

The short boy clenched his fist, slowly untied the cloth bag in his hand, and laughed angrily: "Very well, you've successfully angered me!"

"The way of the exorcism shrine?" Sorata stared at the untied bag, and when he saw the real sword hilt, he was immediately frightened and turned to look at Kotegawa Kami.

The Shirakawa siblings, as well as Takanashi, were all watching him.

Kami Kotekawa took a step forward, looking down at the audience with disdain: "I'll give you ten seconds to get out of here."

The short boy's breathing became heavier. With a clang, he drew his sword and charged towards Kotegawa, shouting, "Let's see who regrets this!"

"Jiang Wu! Don't be impulsive—" the short man's companion called out to stop him, but before he could finish speaking, a short, sharp sound of impact rang out, and then a dark shadow flew over the heads of everyone below the stage, landing heavily on the stone slab ten meters away.

The short boy curled up like a shrimp, blood gushing from his mouth.

The four students from Radiant Academy stared blankly, then instantly flew into a rage. Damn it! It was just a friendly spar, and he used such force!

But before they could turn around, a suffocating, chilling pressure came from ahead.

Kotekawa Kami stared at them, took the little priest's beechwood sword in his hand, and said, "Don't say I'm bullying you. I'll give you a chance to gang up on me. If any of you are still standing within ten seconds, I'll lose."

A faint luster appeared on the wooden sword, and the four people below the stage were stunned, a huge sense of fear rising in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, we...we admit defeat!"

……

In the first-year office, Mr. Fujiwara sat with a smiling old man. He took a sip of his coffee and suddenly sighed, "Mr. Yagi, you're probably just here to schedule a sparring session, right? You didn't send your students to the back to find our exorcism club, did you? There's something I need to make clear beforehand: this year's students don't have very good tempers. If they cause any trouble, they'll have to bear the consequences themselves."

The smiling old man chuckled, "Fujiwara-san, don't worry! My students have been training in martial arts since they were young, so they know their limits and there won't be any problems!"

Fujiwara-sensei looked at him and shook her head.

About ten seconds later, both old men's phones rang at the same time.

With a smile, Yagi said "Excuse me," stood up, took his phone, and walked to the side.

Fujiwara-sensei stared at him for a while, then answered the phone and put it on speakerphone.

Kotegawa's voice came through: "Teacher, a group of people have come to cause trouble. What should we do?"

Mr. Yagi, who hadn't answered the phone yet, turned his head slightly upon hearing the sound.

Fujiwara-sensei asked calmly, "Haven't you played yet?"

"No, they've already surrendered. It's just that the shortest kid had a foul mouth, so I kicked him, and he's lying on the ground coughing up blood now."

Mr. Yagi suddenly turned around, staring wide-eyed at his phone, his smiling face gone.

"Don't worry about it. Teacher Yagi, who's in charge, said that they'll take responsibility for the consequences. Just go about your business. If this happens again, just give them a good thrashing! As long as no one dies."

Chapter 88 The Exorcism Society's First Appearance (Part 1)

In a third-grade classroom in the school building, a group of people stood in front of the window, each holding a pair of binoculars, and were furtively looking at the exorcism guild.

When they saw Kotekawa Kami kick the short boy who was about to attack, their eyelids twitched involuntarily, their faces filled with horror.

That was a real kick that sent someone flying, not special effects!

How much force did that kick have?

"Anyway, it's definitely going to be a fracture."

They whispered among themselves, and the next second, Kotegawa Kami, whom they were watching through the binoculars, suddenly looked up at them, his eyes scrutinizing them as if he were meeting their gaze.

The group of people quickly crouched down, their backs pressed tightly against the wall, tense and flustered.

After a while, someone stammered, "What...what should we do?"

"What's the panic! We're just taking a look, we haven't done anything to him!"

"But we're the ones who leaked the information to Radiant Academy, which lured them here. What if they want to pursue this?"

Silence fell again. Someone slammed their fist on the wall, making a dull thud: "Damn it, how can Radiant Exorcism Society be so useless? It can't even withstand a single kick."

"Should we hide? That kid is ruthless! If he finds us, we might not fare any better than Huiyao."

"Come on, let's go to the teacher's office for a while."

Five or six people didn't dare to straighten up, and hunched over as they slipped out of the classroom.

"Damn it! That kid made us lose our club and a teacher, and now we have to avoid him. We must get our revenge!"

Just as the third-grade boys were slinking away to the office, on the rooftop of the teaching building, two middle-aged men, legs spread apart, half-squatting and leaning on the railing more than a meter high on the other side, were also using binoculars to look towards the exorcism club through the three-meter-high wire mesh.

A middle-aged man with an incredibly handsome appearance said in a solemn voice, "Among his peers, probably only those monsters from those ancient Yin-Yang families can surpass him. It would be better to let Xiao Jingmi give up."

Another burly-looking middle-aged man with a full beard frowned and cursed, "That kid who made the move is too weak! How much can you tell from just one kick?"

"Don't worry, that kid will be performing on stage today to showcase his club." The first middle-aged man to speak pointed down and said, "He'll be performing with my girl! No wonder my girl likes that brat so much, he's got some talent."