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

It seems this inexplicable ability works randomly, or perhaps it's based on a certain probability...

Regrettably, he then "clicked" on the blue and white orbs of light one after the other.

Merit: 15

[Sword: Twenty-Three]

"This [Wild Warrior] is not strong, but its ancient swordsmanship is truly terrifying..." So it is expected that its power growth is not as good as its swordsmanship.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Ancestor Passed Away Peacefully

Around 1 a.m., under the illumination of a powerful spotlight, Furutekawa Kami emerged from the forest.

Standing in the star-studded night sky, he took a deep breath, relaxed his mind, and appreciated the beauty of peace.

People around him were looking at him.

Kotekawa Kami turned his head and saw a person standing in front of a row of bicycles not far away. It was none other than the little priest he had seen before.

He was immediately surprised.

Remembering how the little priest angrily kicked the tree down the mountain, and the group of people still "pushing open a path" on the mountain, he suddenly understood something.

"So that's why they were sent down to watch the bicycles, no wonder they were so angry..."

He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then, carrying his bag and sword pouch, walked away.

After he had walked away, the junior priest watching the bicycles asked with a puzzled look, "Excuse me, who was that person?"

"A bounty hunter. Looks like he's lucky; he didn't encounter any [Wild Samurai]."

"A bounty hunter? Coming here at this hour? He's got a death wish!"

……

After walking a distance, Kotekawa Kami did not go to the station. Instead, he followed his phone's navigation and arrived at the entrance of the "Senjito Shop".

Although it's a bit late now, I imagine Senko Hisashi is eager to hear this good news as soon as possible:

Our ancestor has been killed by a hail of swords (×)

May our ancestors rest in peace. (√)

Besides, Tokyo is really far from here, and it's not easy to make a round trip.

As expected, the doors of the Thousand Sons Knife Shop were tightly shut.

It would be strange if the door were still open at this hour.

Without knocking, Kotegawa Kami dialed Chiko Kazuma's number directly.

The latter was dazed, but immediately perked up after hearing what it was about, babbling incoherently like someone who had gone mad.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and a disheveled Chiko and Kazuma appeared.

He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and he only had one shoe on his foot.

Kazuma Senko stared wide-eyed at Kami Kotekawa, looking him up and down in utter astonishment: "You really, really finished the job? You're not kidding me, are you?!"

Only a few hours have passed!

I'm not that bored... Kotegawa Kami bowed and said, "Please address me as Mr. Senko Hisashi, we'll talk about it together later."

Hearing the calmness in his voice, Senko Kazuma was completely unable to remain calm, and for a moment he didn't even know what expression to use to express his feelings, which he himself was unclear about.

He stepped aside, his language still a jumble: "Please come in, Grandfather should be up by now."

He made quite a commotion running all the way here, and he didn't forget to knock on Senji Hisashi's door a few times along the way.

Without any hesitation, Kotekawa Kami stepped inside.

Chiko and Mamonde didn't care anymore. They took off their last shoe and, barefoot, hurriedly led the way.

Soon, Kotegawa Kami met Senko Hisashi.

The elderly man with gray hair held a cup of tea in his hand, sipping it slowly.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and upon seeing Furude Kami, he said with a stern face, "The old man doesn't sleep very well. If there's no good news, you'll have to keep me company here for tea tonight!"

Seeing that Kami Kotekawa didn't answer, he reached into his pocket and handed him the amulet that he had examined repeatedly on the way.

Senji Hisashi was taken aback, his eyes widening instantly.

"What... what is this?"

He threw the teacup he was holding away.

Senko Kazuma, who was standing next to him, got splashed in the face, but he didn't care, as his attention was entirely on the amulet.

The grandfather and grandson carefully examined each other under the lamplight.

If it weren't for the fact that their family's amulets were made using special materials and methods, they would have seriously suspected that Kotegawa Kami had made a fake one overnight and taken it over.

Senko Hisashi raised his head, staring intently at Kotegawa Kamimi, and asked, "What does that [Wild Samurai] look like?"

Kotekawa Kami briefly recalled: "It was about my height, but I couldn't see what it looked like. It was wearing a demon mask, but this sign was definitely left behind after it disappeared."

"Our ancestor was indeed very tall. He was disfigured by burns in his early years, which is why he wore a mask until his death..."

Senji Hisashi had no more doubts.

The grandfather and grandson stood there dumbfounded, completely speechless.

“I was just lucky…” Kotekawa Kamimi pointed to the cross-shaped tear in his clothes: “My ancestor’s swordsmanship was too strong. If it hadn’t been injured, I really wouldn’t have been able to defeat it.”

Senko Hisashi himself didn't really know how strong his ancestors were, but seeing Kotekawa Kamimi's disheveled appearance, it was clear that he had gone through a very dangerous battle.

The old man was filled with respect and didn't waste any more words: "Kazuma, go get the contract!"

Chiko and Mako quickly agreed and ran out in a few steps.

Kotekawa Kami watched him leave, took the sword pouch off his back, and handed it over, saying, "I just came out of the mountains and haven't had time to get checked yet."

Whether it's good or bad doesn't matter anymore, since Senji Hisashi promised to bear all the losses.

Senji Hisashi took the bag, removed it, gripped the hilt, and slowly drew the sword.

He spent his life forging swords and blades, and his understanding of weapons far surpassed everything else.

Just by looking at the slash marks on the sword, one can roughly deduce just how strong an impact it was.

Several shallow cuts were visible across the once smooth blade, and two or three tiny notches the size of rice grains on the sides of the blade were quite conspicuous.

Senji Shou silently stroked his sword: "It seems that my sword-forging skills are still far from adequate."

Kotegawa Kamiya looked surprised.

I didn't expect it to actually break.

He couldn't help but feel worried.

It seems like we didn't even exchange more than a few moves this time, so how did it break?

Was it because he used the sword too much, or was the sword from the Senko family simply not good enough?

If a sword breaks after just one use, what's the point of practicing swordsmanship?

The two men looked at the sword and remained silent.

Soon, Senko and Mako returned and handed the contract to Kotegawa Kami.

Kotekawa Kami suppressed his thoughts and carefully examined each item one by one.

The contract was not complicated; everything had been agreed upon during the day.

"An additional 10% discount"

"Permanent 45% discount"

"Also, there are priority rights to use precious materials."

"..."

After confirming that everything was exactly as described during the day and there were no unexpected issues, Kotekawa Kamimi signed his name and pressed his fingerprint on the document. He didn't have a seal; if he did, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.

Qian Zishou then affixed his seal.

The terms of the contract have officially come into effect.

Kami Kotekawa breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to take his leave.

As for the bounty from the Special Division, he has already taken a picture of the amulet and applied for mission settlement.

Presumably someone will come to verify this tomorrow, and then the reward will be transferred to him.

Everything is settled.

At this moment, Qian Zishou asked again, "Did my ancestor show any signs of relief before he passed away?"

Relief? Well, when it died, it turned to ashes! And its head wasn't intact either, you couldn't even tell... Kotekawa Kami's eyes widened, he didn't blink, and he said with absolute certainty, "Your ancestor passed away peacefully! That's right, very peacefully! After all, I've encountered it before and I have some experience in dealing with it."

Senji Hisashi looked relieved, and regardless of whether what he said was true or false, he felt comfortable.

The swordsmith pondered for a moment, then turned and ordered, "Go and fetch [Lan]."

Without asking any further questions, Senko and Mako turned and ran out again.

Qian Zishou slowly said, "During the day, I promised to lend you two swords. Since this one is damaged, please use the other one, [Lan], for now. It was made by my grandfather and is considered a good sword."

Kotekawa Kami looked surprised and waved his hand in refusal: "No, my work is done, and I have no reason to use your sword for free."

"You're welcome! Until the new sword is finished, we need to have one in case of emergency. We might need your help with some work in the future."

"We'll see when the time comes!" Kotekawa Kami still refused; he wasn't the type to accept things from others so easily.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, but I can't accept it! However, please be sure to contact me if you need any other work."

Kotekawa Kami cupped his hands and said, "I'll have to trouble you with the bounty missions for the Special Division as well. I'll take my leave now." With that, he turned and left the sword shop along the way he had come.

Senji Hisashi stood at the doorway, watching silently.

Chapter Twenty-Five: School Starts