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

She stood slightly to the back and adjusted the height of the microphone.

In the gentle breeze, the girl's dress fluttered softly. She tidied her wind-blown hair, put down her violin, and nodded gently to Kotegawa.

The buzzing noise below the platform subsided considerably in an instant.

While Kotegawa was meditating, Takanashi Hanamai gently placed her bow on the koto strings, her eyes lowered, and the melody of "Viva a Vida" flowed silently from her heart. (Note:)

Every time she watched Kotegawa's sword dance, she would subconsciously try to add some music. Guitar, piano, yasakana, taiko drum, shamisen—each seemed suitable, yet none seemed quite right, lacking passion.

Until she remembered this song

She plucked the strings of her harp, and before her, Kamiko Kotekawa, graceful as a startled swan, thrust out her long sword with a sudden, powerful yet gentle, fast and slow motion, creating an unparalleled harmonious beauty that evoked an indescribable sense of emotion.

He instantly captured everyone's attention, making everyone's hearts surge with excitement.

It is the beauty of power, yet not violent; it is like a babbling brook in the mountains, or a leisurely white cloud, yet as swift as thunder and lightning.

The music gradually rose higher, and the image of birds swimming and flowers dancing softly sang in my heart.

I was once the king of this world.

The waves rise only because of my will.

Now, I fall asleep alone in the early morning.

Sweep away the broad road that once belonged to me

I once cast the dice to decide the life and death of people in this world.

"To see the fear hidden in the eyes of one's mortal enemy"

The audience gradually fell silent, countless people watching with rapt attention, immersed in the music and sword dance.

It truly resembled a painting.

"So beautiful," someone murmured absentmindedly.

To be continued

The best player of this match is—(Part Two) (This chapter is free and will supplement the extra chapter from last month)

As the sword dance neared its end, the violin music gradually faded. Kotekawa Kami looked down at the audience, feeling at peace. Together with the exhausted Takanashi Hana, they took a few steps forward and greeted each other once more.

"Bravo!"

Thunderous applause erupted from all sides, accompanied by countless cheers.

Backstage, the Shirakawa siblings breathed a long sigh of relief. As they stood up and clapped, they couldn't help but reminisce about the visual and auditory feast they had just experienced.

"I have to say, she truly is worthy of being Takanashi-sensei's daughter! Her musical talent is truly outstanding," Fujiwara-sensei remarked with admiration.

On stage, Kami Kotekawa gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "It's really good! So amazing!"

"Of course!" Birdsong Flower Dance tilted her nose up, the corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of allure.

The two walked off the stage.

They brushed past the excited host who came up to them.

After they went down, before they could speak, one returned the zither and the other put down the sword, and then waited to reappear.

Kami Kotekawa suddenly sensed something was wrong, and instinctively looked around before exclaiming in surprise, "Eh? Where's Glasses-kun?"

"He got a stomachache from being nervous and went to the toilet," Hu Tao said helplessly.

Seeing that he was speechless, Kami Kotekawa quickly asked, "How long has he been gone?"

"It's been a while now."

The little bird, playing among the flowers, was also filled with astonishment.

On stage, the host was already calling out their names.

But the lead singer hasn't arrived yet, how are we supposed to perform?

Fujiwara-sensei shook her head and looked at Kotori Hanamai.

In this situation, perhaps the only solution is to find someone to save the day.

Kotekawa gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Delay it for a while, even if you mention Duan Mancai, it's fine."

The five members of the exorcism group looked back together, hoping to find Glasses-kun in the vast sea of ​​people.

On stage, the host was eagerly waiting for them.

Kotekawa Kami walked toward the stage, turning back every few steps.

The more I walked, the angrier I got.

Why did that brat have to poop now of all times?

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me!" A bespectacled man, covered in sweat, emerged from the crowd, adjusting his askew glasses as he slouched and ran towards them.

The people walking towards the stage also breathed a sigh of relief.

Glasses-kun took his guitar onto the stage, pursed his lips, and darted to Kotegawa's side, trying to minimize his presence.

But he forgot that Takanashi is 172 cm tall, and today she was wearing shoes with a slight heel. Kurumi is 166 cm tall, the little priestess is 179 cm tall, and Koteikawa Kami is 186 cm tall. Even the old boy, who is already hunched over, is at least 169 cm tall.

Therefore, he stood out conspicuously.

All eyes lingered on him the longest.

He caught his breath, his ears rang, his mind went blank for a moment, and he almost lost his balance.

Seeing his expression, Kotegawa hesitated, considering whether to use Nightmare to hypnotize him, making him see the audience as cats, dogs, turtles, or something similar.

But at this moment, Glasses-kun struggled to stand firm. He took a few deep breaths and, trying to suppress his trembling, said, "Please, please!"

Kotegawa was taken aback and patted him on the shoulder.

The little priest looked at the bespectacled man with some surprise, as he had thought the bespectacled man had already escaped to the toilet.

There were drum sets and pianos on stage, which were not only prepared for them, but the Light Music Club originally wanted to use them too. Unfortunately, they couldn't handle it and got scared.

Kami Kotekawa sat behind the drum kit, tightened his cuffs slightly, and tested the drum sound.

The young priest picked up a microphone.

The old boy straightened his back, unbuttoned his trench coat, slung his bass over his shoulder, and stood to the left of Kotegawa.

The little bird on the right, Hanako, also tried out the piano and nodded slightly to him.

Everyone was ready. Kotekawa looked at the lead singer, whose hands were still trembling a little, but whose face seemed to be filled with the resolve to die. He nodded vigorously to him.

There was still a commotion under the platform.

Kotegawa Kami gently tapped the drumsticks.

"Da, da, da."

The birdsong and flower danced beside them as they pressed the piano keys, and the music, transmitted through the speakers, resounded throughout the campus.

The drums followed, then the electric guitar.

Fujiwara-sensei was quite stylish, instantly raising her vocal range to become the main melody.

This is a song from an anime, used as a warm-up piece.

At first, Kotegawa thought that his teacher could only play bass, but after listening to his teacher play electric guitar one time, they discussed replacing the bass. The bass sound was too low, not rock and roll enough, and not energetic enough.

The lead singer, Little Priest, turned his gaze away from behind, raised the microphone with his left hand, and sang rapidly amidst the roar of the music:

"Monotonous Every Day"

Nothing has changed today, has it?

A crowd I can't fit into, streets I can't get used to.

Stop in the crowd

Looking back, confirming the footprints of the past.

Perhaps we've made a slight progress compared to before.

Street glass passing by

Reflecting on my loneliness

It's infuriating, not only to myself.

And this indifferent world. (Note)

The little priest's voice was slightly hoarse, but fortunately the tone was still there, giving it a magnetic quality.

Furutekawa Kami stared intently at the drum, grasping every beat.

Standing on the other side, Mr. Fujiwara was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being on stage. The exciting melody coming from the electric guitar in his hands was incredibly beautiful.

The young priest became increasingly engrossed, harmonizing with the musical instruments.

The atmosphere on stage rose steadily, and so did the atmosphere off stage, gradually returning to the level of the first performance.

And just as it was about to reach its peak.

All sound on the stage suddenly stopped.

Whether it's the drums, the electric guitar, or the singing, it's as if the pause button has been pressed.

A unified "Eh!" erupted from the audience, sounding as if a giant had expressed his surprise.

The little priest placed his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and moved away from the center position, making way for the bespectacled man who was already waiting behind him, and stood at the very back.

Fujiwara-sensei watched silently.

Kotegawa Kami silently cheered him on.

With his guitar slung over his shoulder, the bespectacled man took a deep breath under the watchful eyes of the crowd, opened his mouth, and quickly turned his head to watch the birds and flowers dancing, pleading for help.

Everyone else resisted the urge to cover their faces.

This guy actually forgot his lines again.

Takanashi looked helpless, but at this moment, he couldn't just stand there like an idiot. So he took a deep breath, pressed the piano keys, and softly sang the first line, his voice melodious and beautiful.