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

"Trying to reach out?" Kotekawa was taken aback, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He crouched down and asked softly, "Which class are you in?"

The boy had clearly been beaten up; his eyes still held anger, but when he saw him, the anger in his eyes instantly turned into surprise, followed by some fear.

He knew Kotegawa...

Or rather, nowadays, there are very few people in the Tokyo area who don't know Kotegawa.

Whether they are students in school or people involved in organized crime or special departments.

Bunkyo Ward has now become one of the most popular places for young people because you really won't see any thugs here, you won't be whistled at while walking down the street, and no weirdos will come up to you.

"Answer me." He looked at the boy, his voice still very soft.

The boy took a light breath and spoke in a noticeably mature voice, "You must be Kotegawa-kun? I've heard so much about you... My name is Masato Oshima, and I'm a senior at Chida Private High School..." He paused, glancing up at Shirakawa Nozomi, his tone tinged with displeasure, "This is a misunderstanding! And it was your friend who started it!"

Kotegawa remained unmoved, simply looking at him and asking, "Then what's the misunderstanding?"

Masahiro quickly replied, "Takanashi and I are friends, and we might even become family in the future. I just came to visit her today, nothing more!"

"Friends? Family?" Kotegawa and Shirakawa Nozomi both looked at him.

Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly frowned and said, "Is it the family that wants to go on a blind date with Senko-sensei?"

"Has she already told you?" Masato Oshima asked with some surprise, then smiled and said, "It seems she has agreed to this! That's right, my father has already arranged a meeting with Ms. Chiko. If everything goes smoothly, she will be going abroad with me to study in a few months."

Shirakawa looked at him strangely. Takanashi had only mentioned his troubles, but hadn't said he agreed to such a thing... Where did this boy get such a thick skin?

"Oh..." Kotegawa said thoughtfully, "You mean Takanashi has decided to study abroad?"

Masahiro Oshima smiled and said, "Sorry, that's our business."

"Your affairs..." Kotegawa suddenly smiled, stood up, looked at Masatoshima who had also stood up from the ground, thought for a moment, took out his phone, and called Takanashi.

Masahiro was busy brushing the dirt off himself, glancing at the little priest every now and then, as if he intended to remember him and get revenge later.

Shirakawa Nozomi just watched indifferently.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never been a weak person. Some people dare to deliberately gang up on him and ignore him, but they never dare to swear in front of him or even make any small moves... except for Kotegawa and Kurumi.

Kotegawa didn't take this kid seriously either... He spoke much softer now, afraid that if he accidentally raised his voice, he might scare the kid into having some kind of problem.

Ten seconds later, Takanashi answered the phone, her voice low: "Is something wrong? I'm with my mom right now... It seems that uncle brought his son to the school."

No wonder I was being followed… Kotegawa hummed in agreement. “Something’s come up here. Come over now. Behind the old school building, your uncle’s son has been arrested by us as a pervert.”

"Huh?" Takanashi's voice rose, then she said, "You went back to school?"

"Yeah, I just got back. Come on over quickly, we'll be waiting for you here."

"...I'll go right away."

Kotegawa hung up the phone and remained silent for a moment.

Masahiro Oshima suddenly spoke again, his tone carrying a strange displeasure: "You and Takanashi seem to have a good relationship!"

Kotegawa wasn't angry; instead, he smiled and asked, "Yes, why don't you call her?"

Masato Oshima was speechless for a moment, then just snorted and said, "It's just that we didn't have time!"

"You don't have her phone number, do you?" Kotegawa directly exposed him.

Masahiro's face flushed slightly. As a senior in his third year of high school, he was repeatedly humiliated in front of his junior. He wanted to lash out, but then he remembered how formidable the person in front of him was, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. However, he still stubbornly said, "What's the rush? After we go abroad, we'll have four years to get familiar with things."

He emphasized the word "four years" heavily, with a hint of deliberate boasting.

Similarly, he successfully broke through Kotegawa's defenses.

Kotegawa fell silent. Although his expression remained calm, the air pressure around him began to increase.

A sense of unease and unease welled up inside Shirakawa Nozomi. He raised his hand, grasped Kotegawa's shoulder, and whispered, "Don't be angry..."

He was truly afraid that the reckless fellow in front of him would suddenly turn into a pile of minced meat.

Masahiro felt a tightness in his chest, but he didn't know why and didn't pay much attention to it. He looked around, took a few steps back, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm just stating a fact... Besides, I remember Kano's school rules are quite strict, right? Fighting is a very serious matter."

Kotegawa said softly, "I never fight."

"That's a really good student..." Masato Oshima breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say with a smile.

Shirakawa looked at him like he was an idiot, while pressing down on Kotegawa's hand even harder.

He couldn't stop Kotegawa from taking action, but at least doing this now would calm Kotegawa down a bit.

The three of them fell silent for a moment.

Even though he was a guest in the area, Masatoshima didn't dare to say anything to provoke Kotegawa.

A few minutes later, Kotori Hana arrived. She had run all the way here, her face flushed, and she was exhausted.

Perhaps it was because she saw a familiar face, but Masato Oshima's spirits lifted, and she was about to walk over: "Long time no see, Takanashi..."

Kotegawa narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and looked down at him from above.

Masahiro Oshima, annoyed that his path was blocked, probably didn't want to lose face in front of Takanashi, so he raised his hand to push her away, saying stiffly, "Furutegawa-kun, you're blocking my way."

He did not push it forward.

Kotegawa glanced down, then turned to Takanashi and asked seriously, "This kid was following you and almost got physical with you, so we caught him... Do you know him?"

Takanashi Hanamai glanced at Makoto Oshima and shook her head: "I've only seen a photo of him and that uncle together. We've never spoken. This is our first meeting, so I wouldn't say we know each other."

Kotegawa's mood immediately improved.

Masahiro Oshima panicked and said hastily, "I am Masahiro Oshima! Aunt Chiko must have mentioned me! Even if we haven't spoken yet, as future family, it would be a bit much to say I don't recognize you, wouldn't it?"

Takanashi was taken aback, frowned, and said unhappily, "My mom hasn't agreed yet! How can we already be future family?"

"But Aunt Qianzi has already agreed to a meeting time, hasn't she?"

"Even if she agrees to meet, does that mean she'll definitely agree to see him?" Takanashi retorted, "She only agreed to meet him because my grandfather was driving her crazy!"

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Whereabouts of the Ancient Book

Masato Oshima was enraged again. After all, Takanashi was watching from the side, and he was the senior in terms of age. How could he not be angry when he was always being overshadowed by his junior?

But Kotegawa just wouldn't give him that face, getting so close it was as if he were standing on Kotegawa's face.

Standing at only 1.7 meters tall, he felt considerable pressure facing Kotegawa, especially since this junior was also a formidable fighter...

So the anger in his heart ultimately couldn't overcome the fear of being beaten. In the end, he could only force himself not to back down, crossing his arms and sneering repeatedly, as if to say, "We'll see what happens next."

Kotegawa looked down at him, choosing not to use his power to intimidate him, nor did he go that far.

Solving this problem is so simple, so simple that you could probably make this kid and his old man fear him for the rest of their lives with just a stomp of your foot.

But if he really did that, he wouldn't be himself, and he would disappoint many people.

As human beings, we must always have something to uphold in our hearts and a moral bottom line. The strict precepts of our teachers are also teaching us what kind of person we should become.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that the opponent doesn't use any underhanded tactics.

Just like he said, if Takanashi doesn't want to, even if you invite the gods, it won't work.

Masahiro Oshima turned his head and said, "Takanashi, let's go to Aunt Chiko's place together! My father has already booked a table at a five-star hotel, and a car will come to pick us up after class!"

The junior priest standing at the very back also crossed his arms, his gaze shifting slightly as he looked at Takanashi.

Kotegawa neither turned his head nor spoke.

Takanashi was looking at his phone when he heard this, so he turned his head to look into the distance and said casually, "My mom and your father are on their way too, they should be here soon... Ah, over there!"

She raised her hand and waved it a few times.

In the distance, Ms. Chiko and a slightly overweight middle-aged man beside her quickened their pace.

Looking into the distance, Masahiro Oshima felt much more confident and shouted loudly, "Father!"

The little priest also turned his head to take a look.

When the two adults walked over, Ms. Chiko immediately understood the situation and knew that the boy from the main family was definitely going to get a beating.

She said calmly, "Class is about to start, Hanamai, Kotegawa-kun, you kids should go back to class first."

Takanashi was about to respond when Masato Oshima shouted, "Father, I've been beaten up! This can't be left like this!"

The middle-aged man standing next to Ms. Qianzi also looked angry: "Who did this?"

"I did."

A calm sentence came out of both of their mouths at the same time.

Shirakawa Nozomi and Kotegawa exchanged glances, then both looked at the slightly overweight, refined middle-aged man.

"Fine, so it's another group fight?" The middle-aged man was even angrier, shouting, "Chiko, don't get involved in this! Besides, having such bad students around Hana-chan will affect her studies! I'm going to see this through to the end! What are your names? Come with me to see your teacher! And bring your parents over too!"

Shirakawa Nozomi remained unmoved, pointing at Masatoshima and coldly saying, "He was the one who stalked Takanashi first and even tried to sabotage things! I think we should probably call the police."

Ms. Chiko's gaze sharpened instantly.

Caught off guard, the middle-aged man also turned and glared at his son.

"I didn't!" Masato Oshima shouted, naturally refusing to admit it: "I just happened to see Takanashi and wanted to say hello to her!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he gave Shirakawa Nozomi a sinister look: "Kid, you need to have evidence to back up your words! Otherwise, we can sue you."

The junior priest glanced at him, took out his phone, pointed the screen at him, and said coldly, "Of course I have evidence!"

Kotegawa was also taken aback and turned his head to look.

The phone was playing a video. Takanashi was walking down a campus corridor, looking down at her phone. Masato Oshima, with a sly grin, was following behind her, his hand half-raised, unsure what to do. But the little priest, who happened to be passing by, had already spotted him. With a swift movement, he slapped Masato Oshima's hand away and then choked him. The little priest dragged him out of the frame without expression.

He looked at the junior priest: "You should have shown it to me sooner."

The junior priest remained silent.

Masahiro Oshima never expected that not only would he get beaten up, but even his most despicable thoughts would be exposed.

A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly defended himself: "I just wanted to pat her on the shoulder!"

The little bird looked on in astonishment as it watched the flower dance, then turned and bowed to the little priest in gratitude.

Ms. Qianzi and the middle-aged man remained silent.