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

The school bell rang in the afternoon, and Kotekawa Kamimi packed his things, shouldered his schoolbag and sword pouch, and prepared to go home.

"Furugawa, Glasses-kun and the others are going to visit a club. Do you want to come along?"

The little bird playing and dancing from the side whispered something.

"A club?" Kotegawa Kami thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go check it out together."

The two left the classroom and met the Motoba siblings and Mikazuki Haruka at the entrance where the shoe cabinet was placed.

"Furutegawa, do you have a club you like?" Honba Sorata asked excitedly.

Kami Kotegawa shook his head: "I plan to join the After-School Club."

"Going Home Club? Not planning on joining a club?"

Under the strange looks from the group, Kotekawa Kami explained, "Because I have to work, I don't have much time."

A day is too short. Besides taking on missions, he also has to practice kung fu, so it's really not enough time.

Honba Sorata paused for a moment: "Mikazuki is the same, he also has to work. You two can go back together in the future."

Mikazuki Kotekawa Kami glanced at her silently. The latter was also looking up at him, her eyes so clear that she could see his reflection.

He looked away.

She is good.

Takanashi Hanamai, who was standing next to her, also raised her hand: "Well, I'm also from the after-school club."

"Huh?" Honba Sorata was taken aback. He had thought that Takanashi Hanamai would choose a music club like the Light Music Club.

"In that case, we don't need to go see it, because I've already applied to the Light Music Club, and Yuka has joined the Ghost Stories Club," Sora Motoba said regretfully.

So the five of them turned around and headed out of the school.

On the way, Motoba Yuka asked curiously, "Furutegawa, didn't anyone from the baseball or basketball clubs invite you?"

"Yes, there are, but I've refused them all."

"Huh? Sigh, but if I could, I'd really like to get a part-time job." Honba Yuka sighed, her monthly allowance was just too little.

"I think we should have a serious talk with our parents now that we're in high school, and ask them to increase our allowance a bit," Sora thought to himself. When it came to allowances, he and Yuka Honba were always the closest of friends.

Ben Chang's spirits lifted: "That's right, I'll go back and have a good talk with them! Otherwise, I'll really be so poor I won't even be able to afford underwear!"

These words were rather bold, and neither Kami Kotegawa nor the other two girls responded.

Sora looked surprised: "Aren't you always a vest person? Are vests expensive? Have they gone up in price? By how much?"

Enraged, Ben Changyou yelled, "You brat! You want to die?!"

The little brother ran away with his head in his hands.

Takanashi Hanamai, watching Honba Sorata get beaten up, sighed slightly, "There's a reason why Glasses-kun can't find a girlfriend!"

It actually has nothing to do with her, but what can I do when she's a flat-chested girl?

Sorata offended two people with just one sentence.

Kotegawa Kami witnessed this scene and kept in mind the lesson that Sorata had learned.

This young man does have some shortcomings in certain aspects.

After Sora was beaten black and blue, the group continued walking forward.

Kotegawa Kami's sword sheath was quite conspicuous, drawing Kotaka Hanako's attention. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Kotegawa, do you like fighting?"

Otherwise, why would you carry this around everywhere?

The others also turned to look, they were all quite curious too.

Kamiko Kotekawa shook his head: "No, I don't like fighting. Carrying a sword is just a habit."

Firstly, it's a habit; secondly, it's for self-defense. Of course, it's not for defense against humans, but against supernatural beings.

He didn't want to be caught off guard one day and find himself without a suitable weapon.

“That’s true, he doesn’t have that bullying vibe,” said Sora Honba, who was the most qualified to speak on the matter.

After thinking about it, the three girls agreed.

Although we've only known each other for a few days, there's no sense of me deliberately trying to get close to him, nor has he taken advantage of my height and appearance to do anything that I thought was a joke but was actually annoying.

He'll treat you the way you treat him; if you don't interact with him, he won't bother you.

That's good.

The green light at the intersection came on, and they crossed the road using the zebra crossing.

However, just after crossing the intersection, Kotegawa Kami suddenly tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Across the street in front of the dessert shop, four or five boys with mixed hair were surrounding a girl, laughing and talking.

Honba Sorata adjusted his glasses, surprised, and said, "Isn't that our school uniform? Wow, what a pretty girl!"

Kotegawa Kami stopped in his tracks.

He had seen that girl before; she was a friend he had lunch with at noon. It seemed she was in trouble now.

To pick up a girl? Or to act like a thug in the street?

"Should we call the police?" Sora Honba whispered.

“It might be too late by then,” Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment, feeling that they couldn’t just watch.

It wasn't that he was just being unreasonable; after all, they were classmates and friends, and he would feel guilty if he didn't help them in their time of need.

He took off his bag and sword sheath and handed them to Honba Sorata: "Hold these for me."

"There are too many people on the other side, it's best not to act rashly."

In such a noisy place, people can easily hide anywhere and disappear. If you get beaten up, you'll probably get a beating for nothing.

Kami Kotekawa stepped over and casually unbuttoned the first two buttons.

At that moment, the young man directly in front of her suddenly raised his hand and went for the girl's cheek.

Kote Kawakami's eyes darkened, and he took a step forward in an instant. Then, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the collar, and pulled him back, lifting the young man in front of him up as if he were a chick.

This skinny guy doesn't even weigh half as much as his barbell!

The group of people were startled.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was about to sprinkle sand and lick each of their groins, was also taken aback.

Sorata, who was watching the game later, was completely dumbfounded.

He really is incredibly strong!

Kami Kotekawa never showed any mercy to these petty thugs. He tossed the man to the ground, shielded Kurumi Shirakawa behind him, and stood in the middle of the group, calmly asking, "What do you want?"

"Damn it! Get out of my way!" The young man with a colorful, messy head cursed and slapped him across the face.

Without even blinking, Kotekawa saw the man's face being slapped and kicked him far away.

"You started this, so even if the police come, they can't say anything!" Kotekawa Kamimi rolled up his sleeves and said confidently.

Then, it didn't even take a minute.

Several young men stood in a row, supporting each other, their legs trembling, and said, "Um, we were so blind to your greatness, we are really, really sorry!"

They all bowed deeply, their voices unusually loud.

After calling out like this about ten times, they finally looked expectantly at Kotegawa Kami.

Kami Kotegawa nodded slightly.

A child who admits his mistakes and corrects them is teachable.

Seeing him nod, the group felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They turned around in a panic and limped away.

As Kotegawa Kami watched their retreating figures, he warned, "I've memorized your faces. If I encounter something like this again, I won't hold back."

The group immediately ran even faster.

I'm not coming anymore, never again! I won't even come to the Beijing area anymore!

"Um, thank you." Shirakawa Kurumi, who had been standing still, finally found a chance to speak.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the sand on the ground behind her and said with a slightly strange expression, "No, I'm just glad you don't mind me being nosy."

Shirakawa Kurumi, her cheeks showing shallow dimples, bowed slightly and said, "Not at all, thank you so much for helping me out of that situation."

That smile is so beautiful, it has a kind of "a smile that can captivate a city and charm a hundred men" quality.

Kotekawa Kami was slightly taken aback.

It's a pity, she's not his type.

What a pity!

He smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. Goodbye, and please go home soon!"

He turned and walked away, returning to the group of people.

Honba Sorata returned the backpack and sword sheath to him, his eyes filled with deep inquiry: "Do you know her?"

"I wouldn't say we know each other. I saw her once at noon. She's probably a friend of one of my classmates," Kamiko Kotekawa said casually.

"Girlfriend?" Honba Sorata immediately thought of a certain possibility.

"Your classmate? Who? Who is it? So trendy!" Honjo Yuka said, biting her handkerchief.

The little bird was also very curious about the flower dance.

Yes, such heretics should be roasted over a fire no matter how you look at it.

Kotegawa pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said, "No, I don't know their specific relationship. Let's not speculate."

“That’s true, what if they’re siblings?” Honba Sorata sighed with a mixture of admiration and envy. “That girl is really beautiful! Isn’t she, Kotegawa?”

Kami Kotekawa pondered for a moment: "It's alright."

"Huh? Is it just okay?" Honba Sorata was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Right, you like big-breasted girls like Mikazuki."

Kotekawa Kami glanced at him sideways.