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

Qingkong sat in her bedroom for a while, then quietly opened the door, looked at the quiet living room, picked up her pillow, and quietly went upstairs.

Upstairs, Kotegawa, who was replying to Glasses-kun's text message, twitched his ears, turned his head to look at Haruka, who was wearing thick pajamas, and was slightly surprised. Then he quickly lifted the blanket, let her lie down, put her slightly cold little feet on his calves, and whispered, "It's very cold today."

Lying in her boyfriend's arms, Qingkong closed her eyes comfortably. She hummed in agreement, ignoring the large hand that had slipped inside her pajamas, and whispered the purpose of her visit: "It seems like Uncle Jian Er has something he wants to say to me today."

“It’s probably because of this afternoon…” Kotegawa was about to speak when his ears suddenly twitched. He heard footsteps coming from the stairwell and whispered, “It sounds like Uncle Kenji came up to see me.”

"Uncle Jian is up here?" Qingkong's mind went blank for a moment. She hurriedly got up, grabbed her pillow, and hid in the study.

Kotekawa straightened his clothes and used his inner energy to raise the temperature in the room so that Seikō wouldn't freeze in the study.

A few seconds later, Uncle Jian, wearing a coat, came upstairs, walked over, sat cross-legged on the bedding, looked at him seriously, and said in a low voice: "I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said this afternoon, and you're not allowed to mention it again."

Kotegawa paused, then remained silent.

Uncle Jian hadn't finished speaking, but he was really bad at expressing himself. A thousand words were welling up in his mouth, but he didn't know which one to say first.

After a brief silence, Uncle Kenji continued:

“You’ve grown up, tall and handsome. In a place like Tokyo, you’re bound to be popular with a lot of girls. I’ve been there, so I understand how you feel… But that can’t be a reason to be a womanizer! You’re only in high school now. When you go to university or even enter the workforce, you’ll definitely meet many more outstanding and beautiful girls. Are you going to fall in love with every single one of them then?”

Uncle Jian's face was very serious: "You have never let us down. You have always been a good boy. Qiu Ye has been talking about you all the time. She has been counting down the days until today... So, neither she nor I will allow you to go astray! You can't become a scumbag who falls in love with one girl and dumps her! You have chosen Xiao Qingkong, so you must treat her with the same devotion she showed you! You are not allowed to do anything to betray Xiao Qingkong! You are not allowed to play with her feelings! Think back to what you said to us! You are a man now, and you must keep responsibility and duty in your heart."

"Xiao Jian! One day we will all grow old, become ugly, and smell bad... When that time comes, having someone who doesn't mind you by your side, that's true happiness! Love based solely on looks can't last. If you treat your feelings carelessly, others will treat you the same way in the future, and it will be too late to regret it then."

"You understand what I'm saying, right?"

Kotegawa nodded vigorously and said earnestly, "I understand everything you're saying. I won't fall in love with every girl I meet. I'm determined to stay true to my feelings!"

Uncle Jian looked relieved, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the heavy weight that had been hanging over his heart was lifted.

Kotegawa's expression was incredibly sincere: "I only want to spend my life with them... I have never wronged Qingkong, and I never thought of betraying her. I only dared to do this after Qingkong's consent."

Kenji's expression froze on his face. He stared blankly at his child, subconsciously searching around the quiet room. Finally, he reached out and grabbed the longsword from the shelf beside him. With Kotegawa's eyelids twitching, he drew the sword, tossed it aside, weighed the scabbard in his hand, and pointed angrily at the bed: "You brat, get down on your knees! You didn't listen to a word I said!"

Kotegawa lay down, feeling utterly wronged. Before being hit, he struggled to say, "What I said is true. Seiko really knows about this. She agreed to it..."

Uncle Jian's face was as black as coal. He laughed angrily, "Would Xiao Qingkong agree to something like this? If she did, how about I swallow this sword sheath?"

"You, you mustn't do this!" Kotegawa quickly stopped him. "Uncle, this flag can't be raised!"

Seeing that Uncle Jian was so angry with him, he didn't dare let Qingkong hide any longer, so he quickly said to the study, "Qingkong! Come out and say a few words too."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jian was stunned for a moment, and his face turned green.

He came up quietly, speaking in a low voice the whole time. Why? Wasn't it just to avoid Xiao Qingkong?

So you've been hiding away all this time?

The study door opened, and Xiao Qingkong, clutching her pillow, blushed and looked a little embarrassed. She glanced at Uncle Jian, whose expression was uncertain, and timidly said, "Good evening, Uncle Jian... Xiaojian... Xiaojian is telling the truth, I'm not lying to you..."

Uncle Jian was completely baffled. He stood there for a long time, his mouth opening and closing incessantly, before finally managing to choke out, "I really don't understand what you young people are thinking these days! It's really, really ridiculous!"

Kotegawa listened attentively to the instruction.

Uncle Jian was about to explode. He glared at him one last time, pointed at the bed, and roared, "You lie down right there!"

...In the end, Kotegawa couldn't escape the beating.

Chapter Twenty-Six: My Brother

Uncle Jian went downstairs with doubts about life, returned to his bedroom, and lay down on the bed in a sullen mood.

Qiuye, who was leaning against the headboard, put down the book in her hand and asked with some confusion, "Why are you carrying a sword sheath?"

Kenji paused for a moment, then remembered he was still holding the scabbard. He put it aside, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, his eyes glazed over: "Akiba..."

"Ok?"

Thinking back on his own child's problem, he pondered for a moment and said, "Well, that..."

"What are you saying? You're stammering!"

Kenji fell silent, then lay back down in bed, turned over, and muttered, "I'm going to visit the Kima family tomorrow. I should go to sleep early."

"Then why did you go to see Xiaojian? Couldn't you wait until tomorrow to talk about it?"

……

In the quiet room on the second floor, Kotegawa and Haruka stared at each other, their eyes wide open.

Kotegawa scratched his buttocks with one hand.

Qingkong was lost in thought, the words that Uncle Jian had said earlier still echoing in her ears.

Her expression was slightly complicated: "Uncle Jian is really a very good elder... If I had heard those words half a year ago, I probably... I don't know what to think."

Kotegawa looked at her with trepidation.

Qingkong rolled her eyes. It was too late to say anything now anyway. She turned over, pulled the covers up, and said softly, "Goodnight."

Kotegawa turned off the light, then followed suit and lay down on his side.

In the darkness, the soft rustling of clothes being undressed could be heard, and soon after, a very faint, suppressed groan echoed in the quiet room.

The heavy snow was still falling outside the window, and on the quiet street, there were occasional, inexplicable footprints that appeared and disappeared.

The next morning, after the snow stopped, Kotegawa, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, took a broom, climbed onto the roof, and shoveled away the thick snow.

He looked around and saw nothing but pure white.

This snowfall is really heavy; it feels like I'm back in Hokkaido.

Although the snow has stopped, the weather hasn't cleared up and the temperature remains very low. If this trend continues, there will be snow accumulation until the end of the year.

A little further away, the window on the second floor of Takanashi's house opened from the inside. Hanamaru, also wearing thick pajamas, rubbed her eyes, looked at the distant rooftops, and waved a small wave.

Kotegawa had just finished sweeping the snow off the roof. After a moment's thought, he grabbed his broom and jumped onto the roof of the house in front of him.

This is Uncle Jian's house. It was built and renovated several months ago, and it's currently being ventilated and dried. We'll be able to move back in next February.

Takanashi startled him and said, slightly speechless, "Aren't you afraid of falling?"

"If I could fall from this height, I'd be a complete coward." Kotekawa cleared the snow from under his feet and waved the broom. "Perfect timing, why don't you sweep the snow off your roof too?"

“Okay…” Takanashi looked at him eagerly, “I’ll go up too.”

"No, you might break your bones if you fall." Kotegawa warned her and jumped over.

Takanashi leaned out and looked up at her roof. Suddenly, countless snowflakes fell down, catching her off guard and slapping her face.

A voice came from above: "Get out of the way."

Takanashi wiped the ink off his face, puffed out his cheeks, turned around, found his coat, put it on, went up to the third floor, went to the outermost balcony, and looked up.

But you can't see anyone, you can only hear the sound of snow being swept.

A ladder is needed to get to the roof, but the ladder is too heavy for her to move by herself, and she doesn't dare to climb it without someone helping her.

The air was crisp and cool; she took a gentle breath and felt a slight chill on the tip of her nose.

"Be careful!"

"Do not worry."

Shoveling snow wasn't difficult at all. After Kotegawa finished shoveling, he peeked out...

Kotori Hanamai watched him jumping around on the roof with a hint of helplessness.

It would be so much better to come down and walk through the door.

Kotegawa jumped directly onto the balcony of his second-floor apartment, then quietly slipped into the yard, grabbed a shovel, and shoveled the snow into a pile.

After piling it up into a huge heap, he went back into the house and took out a sword.

Standing before the snowdrift, he calmed his mind slightly, and with a whoosh, his long sword was drawn from its sheath, accompanied by a whistling sound, as countless snowflakes danced in the air.

The snowdrifts gradually changed their appearance, taking on a lively look and features.

The door suddenly opened, and Youjia, who was also bundled up, rushed out excitedly, followed by Hutao and Qingkong, who was still sleepy.

“Build a snowman! Build a snowman! Build—” Yujia’s voice suddenly stopped. She saw snowflakes falling all over the yard, and she also saw Kotegawa standing with his hands behind his back, and the long sword in his hand that was just a blur.

She stared blankly, and to be honest, it was quite a sight to behold.

After Kotegawa finished shaving the snow, he waved his right hand to shake the snow off his longsword and sheathed it.

The three girls turned their gaze to his freshly carved piece, their eyes widening considerably.

There is a small village on the majestic snow-capped mountain. On the west side of the village is a large courtyard where several little people are building snowballs and chasing each other.

The little figures, dressed in cotton-padded clothes, look incredibly lifelike, with even their expressions clearly visible.

With a "Wow!", Yujia ran to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, pointed at the little figure on it, and exclaimed in surprise, "That's me!"

Yujia and Hu Tao followed and found their statues as well.

Besides the three of them, there's Hanamai, Glasses-kun, the little priest, Ms. Chiko, Uncle Kenji, Aunt Akiha, and Chihaya whom I've met before. Next to Chihaya is a little girl with braids who's fishing with a fishing rod; she's probably Chihaya's older sister.

Youjia stood up, looked around at the vast snowscape, and asked in puzzlement, "You're so talented, why don't you become a sculptor?"

Kotegawa laughed loudly three times, "I have too many amazing skills to count."

Jia was speechless. She stuck out her tongue at him, looked down, took out her phone, and started snapping photos of the snowy scenery.

Takanashi, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, also came over, looking on in amazement. He took out his phone to take a picture and posted it on his own platform under the ID "Sengo-dono".

Kotegawa watched with amusement, but then his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it. When he saw that the caller was "Little Priest," he was slightly surprised. He looked at Kurumi, ran his finger over her, and put her to his ear, teasingly saying, "How strange, you would call me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end before a familiar voice sounded: "Are you free right now?"

"I need to go to school soon, what's up?"

"...After school this afternoon, come to Yamanashi and pick me up. The snow was too heavy last night, and the railway is temporarily closed."

Kotegawa was taken aback by her words, somewhat surprised: "Eh? You're back? On vacation?"

"Let's discuss the specifics when we meet this afternoon," the junior priest said in a slightly low voice.

It seems something happened over there... Kotegawa pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, send me your location."

Chapter Twenty-Seven, My Brother (Part Two)