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

Kotegawa sat quietly outside the emergency room, waiting.

More than ten minutes later, Shirakawa Taizan, with his black hat askew, appeared in the corridor and headed straight for the door of the emergency room, but suddenly stopped halfway there, his pupils contracting.

On a bench outside the emergency room, a boy was deep in thought, his clothes still stained with blood, while passersby would unconsciously avoid him.

Shirakawa Taizan suppressed the warning signs and unease in his heart, and no longer rushed forward, taking one step at a time.

Kotegawa snapped out of his daze and calmly looked at the man in front of him.

This was his second meeting with Shirakawa Taizan.

Unfortunately, none of it was very pleasant.

He was expressionless.

Shirakawa Taizan stood silently, his words swirling in his mind, before finally sitting down on another chair without uttering a sound.

The lights in the emergency room were still on, so asking anything was pointless.

As for the rest, he already knew most of it on his way here.

Half an hour later, the little priest, whose wound had been treated and who was bandaged like a mummy, arrived. He looked around, then glanced at the still-lit lamp, and silently sat down as well.

As evening fell, the operating room lights finally went out, and the heavy door opened from the inside.

Shirakawa Taizan subconsciously got up, while Shirakawa Nozomi, enduring the pain from her wounds, also forced herself to stand up.

The nurse who came out looked around, then turned to Kotegawa and said, "They arrived in time. The wound was treated a bit roughly, but thankfully it didn't get infected. They're out of immediate danger now and need to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation. Also..."

Kotegawa said quietly, "Please speak."

The nurse paused for a moment, then continued, "In addition, the patient's left cheek was severely injured, and there will be a scar after the surgery, but at least the patient is still alive."

Kotegawa smiled and thanked him, saying, "You're absolutely right."

The nurse nodded slightly, turned around and opened the door. The hospital bed was pushed out, and Hu Tao, covered by a ventilator, slept peacefully with a slight smile on her lips, as if she were fast asleep in a sweet dream.

The young priest sat back down in his chair, looking somewhat helpless and bewildered.

On the one hand, the fact that my older sister is out of danger has finally put a huge weight off my mind.

On the other hand...

"What should I say to her when she wakes up?"

Shirakawa Taizan's face stiffened slightly after being ignored by the nurse, but when he heard that he was out of danger, he felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders and stopped worrying about it. He looked at Kotegawa, moved his lips, and bowed his head to say, "Thank you."

Kotegawa remained silent for a moment before saying, "It's what I should do."

After saying that, he paused for a moment to think, then said, "It's not enough."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Shirakawa Taizan was caught off guard, but he quickly realized what was going on.

There was a hint of barely concealed resentment in those two sentences.

He had a guess. Looking at the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as his daughter but exuded a pressure no less than that of towering mountains and vast oceans, he said in a deep voice, "How can you fight monsters without getting injured?"

Kotegawa was taken aback, his expression turning indifferent: "When did she become a member of the Special Division?"

Shirakawa Taizan remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on him, and he stated bluntly: "She misjudged the situation, but you must understand, she is still Kurumi's master! Respect for one's teacher is paramount..."

The young priest, still bewildered by the enormous upheaval, finally came to his senses and understood the argument between Kotegawa and his father... It seemed that Kotegawa was planning to take action against that old woman...

Startled, he ignored the pain in his body, struggled to his feet, and grabbed Kotegawa's clothes: "Don't, don't be impulsive."

He had no doubt that this plan would work; he just wanted to persuade Kotegawa to change his mind as soon as possible, otherwise...

"That old woman was Hu Tao's master after all. You killed her, how can Hu Tao see you now? She's already like this, what will she do if you're gone too?" His voice grew lower and lower, more and more suppressed.

Kotegawa looked at him and said, "Of course I know that, and I don't intend to kill her, but I won't feel at ease if we just let it go like this."

The young priest released his grip, suppressing his feelings, and gritted his teeth: "I'm not happy either!"

Shirakawa Taizan moved his lips, but said nothing more.

Kotegawa turned around, picked up his sword pouch, walked to the door of the intensive care unit, and sat down on a chair there.

The young priest and his father watched silently.

The former whispered, "Dad, you should go back. Kotekawa and I will guard this place."

It's Obon time now, the busiest time for the shrine besides the New Year. If Shirakawa Taizan, the head priest, sits here for an afternoon, it'll be enough to cause a huge commotion over there.

Looking at his son's miserable state, and thinking of his daughter who was still lying unconscious in the hospital bed, Shirakawa Taizan felt a surge of anger, but he didn't show it in front of his son. He patted his son's shoulder and said softly, "This time, it was your father's carelessness."

He turned and walked out, his pace quickening. After leaving the hospital and getting into his car, he took a deep breath, pulled a knife from under the car, weighed it in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then switched to a baseball bat, started the engine, and drove off towards the Special Branch headquarters.

Chapter 147 Better Not to Wake Up (Part 1)

Late at night, the wind howled outside the window. It should have been the height of summer, but it was unusual, as if a whole season had skipped ahead.

Hattori Tomoko, who was still awake, stood by the window, watching the lightning flashes in the sky outside, the screen of her phone flickering in and out of focus.

In the end, she put away her phone, stood silently, and a cold hardness gradually appeared on her face.

He turned around, sat back in his chair, and began working.

……

Hu Tao regained consciousness the next afternoon, but she was still dazed and extremely weak.

She is still lying in the intensive care unit, surrounded by nurses.

Kotegawa looked at her through the window.

If the situation stabilizes, it won't be long before I can be transferred to a regular ward.

The Shirakawa family isn't a huge family, but it's not small either. It's a shrine, so they have some influence. Besides, this is thanks to Ishikawa Yasuhiro's influence, so it'll be easy to move Kurumi to a quieter ward once her condition stabilizes.

He thought for a moment, then picked up his sword pouch.

The little brother, who was clearly in terrible pain but stubbornly refused to leave, struggled to get up. He held him down and kept shaking his head.

He was afraid that Kotegawa was planning to cause trouble.

Kotegawa: "...I'm going home for a bit. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll bring some back later."

"Just going home?" The young priest released his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then his face hardened. "Then I want beef rice bowls, three big bowls, please!"

"Beef rice bowl?" Kotegawa glanced at the rainy night outside the window and nodded.

Other dishes might be a bit complicated, but beef rice bowls are simple; just cut some of your own beef and put it on top of white rice.

Hmm, Shirakawa Nozomi is quite easy to take care of.

He left with the sword pouch, but after thinking for a moment, he turned back, took the sword out of the pouch, placed it at the door of the intensive care unit, and flicked it lightly with his finger. A chill spread out and then disappeared without a trace.

Then, under the slightly puzzled gaze of the junior priest, he turned and left, drove all the way out of the hospital, picked up his car at Wenjing's special department, and drove back.

The front door was tightly shut. He opened it and turned on the light in the entryway. The two girls who were dozing off on the sofa immediately woke up, rubbing their eyes as they looked towards the entryway. When they saw it was Kotegawa, they relaxed and, still a little dazed, got up and walked over.

Kotegawa briefly described the situation today, but there wasn't much to say. Kurumi is still in the intensive care unit, basically the same as yesterday, and it's hard to say whether there are any new hidden dangers.

Yujia and Qingkong were stunned, but they both breathed a sigh of relief; at least the person had woken up.

"This is what the Special Division does..." Yuka murmured softly, repeating this phrase countless times over the past two days.

Kotegawa Kami paused for a moment, then said, "It's the Special Division's job, but it's not Kurumi's job. She's not a member of the Special Division."

Yujia paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "That's true."

"Anyway, it's good news, big or small," said Kotegawa. "Go back to your room and rest. I'll make myself something to eat and take some over to the little priest."

Qingkong subconsciously turned around and walked towards the kitchen, saying as she went, "I've prepared some food, just heat it up."

Kotegawa stopped her, chuckling, "Yeah, I'll take care of it. It's not good to go to bed smelling like that."

Qingkong glanced at him and asked Youjia, "Want to grab some late-night snacks together?"

Youjia swallowed hard, glanced at the Buddhist shrine, and said somewhat guiltily, "Then let's eat some vegetables?"

The Obon festival is different from other times; perhaps Qingkong's parents have already arrived.

Qingkong knew what she was thinking and said quietly, "Don't worry, they won't be angry even if you eat more meat."

"I...I didn't say that!" Yujia emphasized that it wasn't her who wanted to eat meat.

Kotegawa went to the kitchen and heated up the meat buns and beef dumplings that Seiko had prepared for him. He ate some with the two girls, then packed up the rest, said goodbye to them as they went to the bathroom to brush their teeth, locked the door, and drove away.

On his way to the hospital, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, but it seemed to be something insignificant. So he shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and rode off with the meat buns and dumplings in tow.

Ten minutes later, the young priest, holding a lunchbox in one hand, looked at the dumplings inside and asked in confusion, "Isn't this supposed to be a beef rice bowl?"

Kotegawa was taken aback, but said nonchalantly, "Oh, we just ran out of rice at home, and there's nowhere to buy any now... The dumplings were made by Haruka; I don't usually give them to just anyone."

The little priest understood the unspoken meaning, stopped thinking about it, picked up his chopsticks, and silently ate the dumplings.

Kotegawa took a meat bun from the bag in his hand, took a bite, and stood outside the window, quietly watching inside.

The young priest, who was having his meal, suddenly looked up and asked him, "The doctor said my older sister is disfigured."

“I know.” Kotegawa’s reaction was calm.

"So, what do you think?" the junior priest asked casually, as if it were nothing. "You're not the kind of person who only cares about looks, are you? After all, Fujiwara Kaori is quite pretty."

Kotegawa did not answer immediately.

The little priest, who had been holding a dumpling with his chopsticks but hadn't put it in his mouth, looked up and saw Kotegawa frowning.

He opened his eyes wide, wondering if this guy was only dating Hu Tao because she was pretty? Or had he misjudged her?

His lips trembled, and he was seething with anger.

Kotegawa's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, until finally he couldn't take it anymore and said, "Eat if you want to eat! Stop playing around! Honestly, where did you pick up such a bad habit?"

That brat, he doesn't even appreciate having dumplings to eat!

The young priest paused, looked at the dumpling that had been cut in half and fallen into the thermos, apologized, and buried his head in eating, not wasting a single bit of meat.

Kotegawa's complexion improved somewhat.

He looked at the sullen little priest and said carefully, "There's something you don't know. I have an agreement with Hu Tao..."

The young priest suddenly raised his head.