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

She didn't really want to admit it, but she couldn't portray Kotegawa as too weak now; she was a teacher and needed to give him an accurate assessment.

After she finished speaking, she didn't care how many people in the room believed her or how many didn't, and directly said to Kotegawa, "Release your aura! Let everyone feel how their bodies react when facing a 'monster'."

After saying that, she emphasized, "The stronger the better! Leave a deep impression on everyone!"

Kotegawa, who was pondering the strength of the vengeful spirit, paused, turned his head, and asked, "The stronger the better? Are you sure?"

Shizuka Ichijo frowned, about to agree, but Fujiwara-sensei in the audience suddenly spoke up: "No, something like a vengeful spirit will do." He glanced at Shizuka Ichijo and said slowly, "A vengeful spirit is dangerous enough."

Kotegawa nodded slightly, looked around, and his fighting spirit rose in his heart, carrying a trace of "power" that spread out in all directions.

The entire room of people, who were staring in astonishment at the podium, gasped for breath. Their hearts seemed to stop beating uncontrollably. Fear and despair surged up inexplicably, engulfing them, as if they had truly encountered a deadly cannibalistic monster...

A few seconds later, Kotegawa withdrew his imposing aura and looked at Ichijou Shizuka.

Jing's face was also a little pale, and her legs were a little weak. Just a moment ago, her scalp tingled, and she almost couldn't help but draw her gun.

The feeling of trepidation subsided, her heartbeat and breathing gradually calmed down, and then she nodded with feigned composure: "Thank you for your hard work, go back now!"

Damn it, does a vengeful spirit really have such a powerful aura?

Kotekawa Kami grunted in response, ignoring the fearful, even horrified, gazes directed at him, and returned to his seat.

He glanced in the direction of Class 1, where Qingkong was also looking at him with a slightly strange gaze.

She held a small, ugly, and terrifying wooden carving in her hand. For a moment, she had the illusion that the small wooden carving in her hand was about to come alive.

Sitting next to Seishu, Honba Sorata was also staring at Kotegawa in disbelief. He muttered to himself, "So Kotegawa is that scary? He can scare people so much they wet their pants just by releasing some kind of aura?"

Upon hearing this, Qingkong and Youjia, who were sitting next to him, were stunned. They subconsciously moved away and looked at him with surprise and doubt.

Sora looked embarrassed and said, "I was just giving an example; I didn't wet my pants."

After saying that, he said with an envious look, "But it's really amazing! If you encounter a bad guy, you can just do that... Ah! That's so cool! I'll go ask Kotekawa later if he can teach me how to unleash that... um, that kind of aura?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl sitting in the row in front of him suddenly turned her head and said seriously, "Give up, it's impossible to learn this!"

Sorata was taken aback and subconsciously looked ahead. When he saw a very beautiful girl with huge breasts, his face immediately turned red, and he became a little flustered. But fortunately, he had been with Ogasawara-senpai for a long time and had developed some resistance to beautiful women, so he mustered up his courage: "I'm not stupid! I can learn!"

The girl shook her head: "That's not something you can learn just by studying! Aura is the outward manifestation of a person's spirit. It requires not only a strong physique and profound strength, but also a 'heart'. But even those who practice martial arts may not be able to clearly define their own 'heart'."

She said very seriously, "To give an example, even a teacher can't exude such a powerful aura."

Sora was once again dumbfounded, and couldn't help but feel a little deflated. Was it really this difficult to project an aura? He looked at the girl, still somewhat unconvinced: "How do you know so much?"

"Because I've practiced martial arts since I was a child," the girl replied earnestly.

Youjia looked her up and down, then hesitated before asking, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The girl lowered her head slightly: "Hello, my name is Yachiyo Shizuya. Nice to meet you."

Chapter 154 Blowing Eyes

After the safety lecture, everyone still had some fear in their eyes.

Although everyone knows how dangerous monsters are, they don't really have a concrete idea of ​​what that means. After all, not everyone who encounters a monster can stand up and share their experience safely.

Just like now, although watching special cases can be scary, it's ultimately done through a screen, and the effect is far less than experiencing it firsthand.

Kotegawa and Haruka left the classroom together.

The people in front silently squeezed to the sides, even their walking movements became a little more unnatural.

He pondered for a moment, and the Nightmare opened invisibly. After a few breaths, everyone only remembered that it was a silent aura that had been released.

The inexplicable commotion subsided, and the gazes around him were no longer filled with fear.

After returning to class and attending a math class, he quickly packed his bag, said goodbye to the three girls, and went to the exorcism club's activity room to clean it up, as it hadn't been visited for almost a month.

Mr. Fujiwara wanted to expand the exorcism club's recruitment, but it was entirely up to him to decide, and he wasn't in a hurry to recruit people immediately.

After sweeping away the dust, he locked the door and left, heading to Shirakawa Shrine with his backpack on.

Shirakawa Nozomi stood at the intersection waiting for him. When he got close, she turned around and led the way, saying as she walked, "Hattori Tomoko has been here."

Kotegawa nodded.

As the master, it's not surprising that he came to see Hu Tao, but I didn't expect it to be so long before he came.

He thought for a moment, then half-jokingly said, "You're not here to arrange a job for Walnut, are you?"

The junior priest did not answer.

Seeing his reaction, Kotegawa instinctively said, "Really?"

"She held the doctor's diagnosis and told Hu Tao that she would recover in three months and that there was no need to worry about any lingering injuries or that it would not affect her future missions... Sometimes I felt that Hu Tao was not her disciple at all, but just a tool of hers."

Kotegawa said, "I'll talk to her and ask her what she thinks first."

If it weren't for the fact that Hattori Tomoko was Kurumi's mentor, he would have gone to visit her earlier.

The young priest nodded, casually pulled a backpack from among the greenery, took out a wrapped gift box, stuffed it into his arms, and whispered, "My mom's home."

Kotegawa looked down and saw that it was probably a box of yokan (sweet bean jelly).

He weighed the bag in his hand and pointed to the bag he was carrying: "I brought it."

His motives were impure, so it was naturally inappropriate for him to come empty-handed.

"What did you bring?" The little priest suspiciously rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a big, round cantaloupe.

He held it in his hand to test the amount, silently took back his own yokan, turned around and said, "Go in by yourself, I'll go return it."

"Let's save it for Walnut to eat as a snack." Kotegawa stopped him and casually stuffed the yokan into his schoolbag.

The young priest's lips moved slightly, and he silently walked home.

When he reached the entrance of the shrine, Kotegawa paused for a moment before stepping over the vermilion torii gate.

A strange gaze fell from the void. Kotekawa Shinmi looked up and his gaze seemed to pierce through the wall as he met the eyes of the "deity" inside the shrine.

In his field of vision, an old man with a white beard, surrounded by white light and holding a gourd of wine, sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, drinking one sip after another.

He glanced at it only once before looking away and following Shirakawa towards the back of the shrine.

Today is a weekday, but people still flock to the shrine to pray for blessings and amulets, though most are tourists and housewives with children.

Shirakawa Shrine has been dedicated to a local deity for generations, who protects the area and is believed to be very effective in granting blessings.

So the Shirakawa family isn't actually short of money; the only one who's short of money right now is Shirakawa Nozomi. Once he inherits the shrine, he won't be poor.

Kotegawa was very low-key and had no intention of talking to the white-bearded old man he saw. He was already quite grateful to have "seen" the man; he still had a long way to go.

After bypassing the worship hall, he followed Shirakawa into a house with a wooden sign that read "No Entry for Tourists".

The two changed their shoes in the entryway and continued walking along the wooden corridor until they reached the Walnut Door.

The little priest knocked on the door: "Kotegawa is here!"

"The door's unlocked, come in!" A light and pleasant voice came from inside the house.

Kotegawa looked around and pointed to the cantaloupe he was holding: "Where's Aunt Zhuzhi?"

"She's greeting tourists up ahead, she should be here soon, so don't do anything out of line." The junior priest's eyes held a warning as he pointed to the other side: "My room is over there, you can come find me if you need anything."

After saying that, he left.

Kotegawa withdrew his gaze, pushed open the door in front of him, and went inside.

The smell of disinfectant hit him. He looked around and saw a very simple room with a wardrobe, a desk, a knife rack, a laptop, a bedside table, and a large bed.

The only thing in the whole room that proves this is a girl's room is the dressing table.

The room was air-conditioned; it wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either, around 24 or 25 degrees Celsius.

Walnut lay half-reclined on the bed, covered with a blanket, and looked at him with a smile: "Are you a little disappointed?"

Her face was still somewhat pale, and there was still a bandage on her right cheek.

"It's alright, I've been doing the same thing." Kotegawa walked over, put down his schoolbag, picked up a fruit knife, and peeled a cantaloupe while asking, "How's your day?"

"Same as always, the wound is a bit numb and itchy, I want to scratch but I can't." Hu Tao lazily tossed her phone aside.

Kotegawa peeled a piece of cantaloupe flesh, cut it into small pieces, and used a toothpick to feed it to her.

During Hu Tao's time in the hospital, he often fed her, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She would open her mouth slightly, chew a little, and swallow happily.

It's cool and sweet, and it made me feel much better after eating it.

Kotegawa fed her a small bowl of food, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth.

But Hu Tao shook her head, stuck out her little tongue to lick her lips, and beckoned to him with a mischievous smile.

Kotegawa paused slightly, put down his bowl, leaned over, and shared the sweetness with her.

Hu Tao's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, her face flushed, and she looked radiant. Her breathing became slightly rapid, and she said with a pained expression, "No, my stomach hurts."

She also had injuries on her ribs.

"Bone injuries are the most troublesome. Just let them heal slowly. There's no good solution right now."

Kotegawa replied with a slightly calmer tone.

Hu Tao covered her burning cheeks, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered, "At this rate of recovery, I'll be stuck at home for at least a whole semester... I'll be so bored."

She has multiple fractures and is now practically a cripple. It's quite an achievement that she can go to the toilet by herself.

Kotegawa thought for a moment and asked, "If ordinary medical treatments can't speed up the healing process, would it be possible to recover quickly if a deity were to heal?"

“Why would the gods concern themselves with such trivial matters?” Hu Tao rolled her eyes. “Besides, even if they did, it wouldn’t be my turn to enjoy it.”

"Isn't your house a shrine?"

Hu Tao shook her head: "I am not a priestess, and the gods don't care."

A shrine maiden is someone who serves the gods for life; her body, mind, soul... everything belongs to the gods.

Kotegawa looked at her and said slowly, "Then wait for me to bring the elixir."

What deity? Nothing to me!

Hu Tao smiled, patted him, and said in a lighthearted tone, "Good luck!"

Kotegawa composed himself, put the yokan (sweet bean jelly) in his bag aside, took out his notebook, placed it on the small table in front of her, and asked, "I heard your master came by."