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

Kami Kotekawa wasn't in a hurry and observed carefully.

These swords are all sharpened; if you wave them around outside, you'll likely get taken to the police station for questioning.

Every time he watched, Kami Kotekawa was filled with envy.

They are all fine swords!

With so many, it seems like any one of them would be fine.

However, the eldest grandson of the swordsmith in front of him deliberately didn't say which sword was the best, probably wanting to see if he could pick it out himself.

So we can't let them see this and make us a laughing stock.

He closed his eyes slightly, circulated his inner energy, and lightly flicked his fingers on the sword. The sword trembled slightly and emitted a clear ringing sound.

Kazuma Senko's eyes widened in amazement.

Kotekawa Kami flicked each sword along its blade, finally selecting a longsword with a scabbard made of sandalwood.

The sound of this sword is particularly clear and melodious, clearly indicating that it was forged with great skill.

"This one will do."

Senko Kazuma was greatly impressed and looked at him intently, saying, "Please choose the second one."

The best has already been chosen, so he has nothing more to say.

Kami Kotekawa shook his head: "That's enough."

This is the best sword he has ever seen; its strength is more than sufficient. The rest is up to him to use.

Swordsmen never go into battle carrying a basket of swords.

Senko and Makoto didn't try to persuade him further. After Kotegawa Kami made his decision, they took the other swords back with them.

After he came out and locked the door, he continued to lead the way, saying, "Please come this way, let's go and complete the remaining procedures."

The next steps are simple: a 50% deposit is required upfront, and the remainder is due when picking up the sword. The exact amount depends on whether he can complete the job he's taken on this time.

If you can do it, you only need to pay 50% of the original price; if you can't, you need to pay 60% of the original price.

Kotekawa Kami readily transferred the money, then, carrying the receipt and his sword pouch, returned to the quiet room where he had been waiting, escorted by Senko and Makoto.

Upon seeing him come out, an older man who had been sitting cross-legged stood up, looked at him strangely, and stepped inside.

Sorata also quickly stood up, his eyes questioning.

Kotegawa Kami said softly, "Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go."

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Honjou didn't say anything, but took the lead and walked towards the door, deciding to go first and talk later.

Only after he had exited the Thousand Sons Knife Shop did he finally ask, full of questions: "You were in there for so long. What happened? Was there a sword in the bag? Weren't you going to order one? Or did you buy one already?"

Kotegawa scratched his head: "Nothing happened. I just discussed some details with the swordsmith. This sword is just a temporary loan from him."

He didn't plan to say anything more about the "Wild Samurai" matter, mainly because he was worried that Honba Sorata would tell Uncle Takama when he got back, and if Uncle Takama told Uncle Kenji, then there would be trouble.

Honjo Sorata was a little confused: "Why would they lend you their sword? Are the people at the swordsmith shop really that kind?"

"There is a reason, but it's nothing serious... Let's go, when we get back we'll call Youjia, it's my treat, let's go out for a nice meal."

The moment food was mentioned, Honjo Sorata's attention was immediately diverted. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining: "This is too embarrassing... What should we eat?"

"Let's go eat some barbecue!" Kotekawa Kami felt the heavy longsword on his shoulder and thought he should have a good meal.

"Grilled meat?" Honba Sorata subconsciously swallowed. "Isn't that too generous? Anyway, thank you so much for your hospitality!"

It was almost noon, and neither of them wanted to linger any longer. They hurried to the station and boarded the JR line back home.

Sora is really into yakiniku (Japanese BBQ), and he's already excitedly researching restaurants and making reservations to avoid queuing later.

Kotegawa Kami devoted most of his attention to this job.

If we can accomplish this, the rewards will be incredibly generous.

First, you can get a very generous bounty from the Special Department. Bounty missions with a difficulty level of "5" don't have low rewards.

Secondly, at [Qianzi Sword Shop], you can get an additional 10% discount, Qian Zishou will also use his private collection to forge swords for you, and you can also get a permanent 45% discount, as well as priority access to rare materials...

Finally, there's the experience gained from the monster itself... but you have to be extremely careful, those monsters are really strong, especially those with special moves like "Ultimate Skill".

"Tomorrow is the first day of school, so it's not good to ask for leave... I'll go back and have a meal, and then come back here. It would be best if we could meet tonight, because the longer it goes on, the worse it will be for me..." Kotekawa Kamimi pondered.

He's definitely not the only one searching in the mountains, and he'll have to be careful not to be ambushed. But that wasn't a big deal for him before, especially after he acquired that magical technique called "Ultimate Skill," so no one could possibly be his prey.

Chapter Twenty-One: Let Me Give You a Kiss

At the entrance of the commercial street in Bunkyo Ward, the two young men parted ways temporarily. Kotekawa Kami was preparing his gear for going into the mountains that night, while Honba Sorata stormed home in a huff.

That brat won't answer his calls again!

He rushed upstairs and banged on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Motoba Yuka, her face dark, snapped, "You brat, what's gotten into you?"

Kongtai yelled angrily, "You're not answering the phone! What's the point of having a cell phone then!"

"Didn't answer your call again? Oh, I was woken up by Hana-maru this morning, so I put my phone on silent when I went back to sleep..." Motoyo Yuka scratched her head and said, "Why?"

Honba Sorata glared at her, seething with anger: "If you dare to do this again, I'll never call you again!"

Masami seemed a little guilty, but stubbornly replied, "We'll talk about next time next time. What is it?"

Honba Sorata opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw Mikazuki Seisakusaku walk out of the house.

He suddenly understood something, and his face lit up with realization.

Oh, no wonder you weren't answering the phone!

Turns out he was hiding inside, busy being all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend!

He quickly said, "Senkaku-chan, so you're here too."

Mikazuki Seisakusaku said apologetically, "I'm off today, so I came to bother you."

"No, no, no, don't be so formal..."

Honba Sora quickly waved his hand and complained to Honba Yuka, "Since Sora was here, why didn't you tell me?"

Honjo looked puzzled: "I didn't come here to see you! And besides, did you even give me a chance to speak? Alright, stop talking nonsense! What is it? Oh right, where did you go so early this morning? I wanted to get a Coke, and I called you for ages but no one answered."

"The refrigerator is downstairs, can't you go down and get it yourself?"

Sora's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again. He turned around in a huff and said, "I'm going to the restroom!"

"Ben-chan was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips, closed the door and went back to her room."

Honba Sorata quietly went downstairs, ran to the storage room in the far corner, and dialed Kotegawa Kami's number.

He covered his mouth and said, "Kotegawa, Mikazuki is at my house, why don't we go together?"

"Is Mikazuki here too? If she doesn't mind, why don't we come together? It'll be more fun with more people." Kotekawa Kami's gentle voice came over.

"Really? Then I'll thank you on her behalf!"

The air force pilot hung up the phone, feeling invigorated.

Actually, he was quite looking forward to it.

Mikazuki has always lived alone and is basically detached from barbecue.

He ran back upstairs, knocked gently on the door, and only opened it and went in after hearing a response.

Inside the room, two girls were looking at a pizza flyer, seemingly planning to buy pizza for lunch.

He walked up to them and said quickly, "Kotegawa just called and said he wants to treat us to barbecue."

Jia was taken aback, first delighted, then puzzled: "Barbecue? Why?"

She didn't want to accept favors without having done anything in return; it would seem too shameless.

“Oh, this all started this morning…” Sora Motoba knew her personality: “We went to Kamakura. He got a great discount when he ordered a sword there, saving some money, so we decided to have a nice meal to celebrate.”

"Huh? You guys went to Kamakura!" Motoba Yuka's voice suddenly rose considerably: "Why didn't you invite me along!"

The flight attendant looked disdainful: "Can you even get up in the morning?"

"Yeah, I can't get up..." Honjo Yuka waved her hand: "Alright, alright, I know, go eat your barbecue feast! Qingkong and I want pizza!"

Mikazuki Seisakusho stood up and said softly, "Yuka, I'll head back now."

"Hey, don't go!" the two siblings said in unison, then looked at each other and saw the disgust in each other's eyes.

Yuka explained, "Kotegawa only invited him; it has nothing to do with me."

The younger guy next to me immediately shouted, "Hey! How come your reading comprehension is worse than a primary school student's? Didn't I say I'd treat us to barbecue?"

"Us! Us!" Motoyo glared at him angrily: "What reason do you have to invite me?"

"Stop being so conceited! Who said we had to invite you?" Honba Sorata sneered at her and shouted, "When I said 'us,' I meant the three of us in this room!"

Both Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka were immediately taken aback. The former hadn't expected Kotegawa to be so generous, while the latter couldn't understand why she had been invited.

Honba Sorata took a breath and said to Honba Yuka, "Don't make wild guesses. He just wants to get along with you. As for Haruka-chan, he knows about your relationship with her, so he invited her as well. There's no special reason."

"Wait!" Motoyo interrupted him, hands covering her chest, her eyes filled with a subtle glint in her eyes: "You want to get on my good side? Why? Do you have feelings for me?"

"I told you to stop being so vain!" Honba Sorata said with disdain, "People like girls with a 'naturally smooth delivery' figure. How are you even remotely compatible with that?"

"Easy delivery type?" Honba Yuka lowered her head, immediately annoyed: "Pah, what easy delivery type? Isn't it just that they like big breasts? What's so great about big breasts? Your shoulders will hurt, running will hurt, and you'll be stared at lecherously. What's so good about that?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho silently pulled out the two arrows that had pierced his forehead.

Yes, my shoulders hurt, and running hurts too. What's so good about that?

Ben Changyou quickly realized what was happening and said, "Sorry, Qingkong, I wasn't talking about you. I just thought that kid's taste was so unsophisticated..."

Mikazuki Haruka: "..."

"Huh?" Motoba Yuka suddenly paused, then turned her head suspiciously and said, "You said he likes girls who are easy to give birth to? So his invitation to barbecue was actually a pretext... Oh, so he has special feelings for Haruka!"

"Don't look down on her!" Honba Sorata snorted. "Seiko is your girlfriend, how could Kotegawa possibly steal her? He was just thinking that if you knew any other girls like Seiko, you could introduce them to him."

The young man didn't realize that this sentence also contained a lot of information.