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

After a while, the middle-aged man forced himself to remain calm and said, "No matter what, Oshima has always been a good kid and has no bad intentions. I believe him! As future siblings, even if he really patted her on the shoulder, it's nothing. This video only proves that Oshima was truly bullied... right, Chiko?"

“Mr. Zhenben, please watch your words!” Teacher Qianzi retorted directly: “First, I did not accept your advances! Huawu could never be siblings with your son! Second, this is enough to prove your son’s harassment!”

"Child..." The middle-aged man was somewhat embarrassed.

“Third!” Ms. Chiko interrupted him: “We’re not that close. You can call me Ms. Takanashi.”

The middle-aged man was somewhat embarrassed, but he suppressed his anger and said, "Qian... are you going to protect these two bad students?"

“This wasn’t Shirakawa-kun’s fault to begin with! And…” Ms. Chiko continued to correct him, “Mr. Masahiro, please don’t just label my student as a ‘bad student’!”

The middle-aged man fell silent, his chest heaving a few times, before he said in a deep voice, "But no matter what, Oshima got beaten up."

"This..." Teacher Qianzi was slightly speechless, then said, "It was indeed wrong to take action, I apologize on their behalf."

"I don't need your apology!" The middle-aged man hardened again. "I will naturally seek justice for Oshima..." He turned to look at Kotegawa and Shirakawa, and said angrily, "Call all the adults in your families to the school!"

"Mr. Masaki!" Ms. Senko was angry.

Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly took a step forward, but Kotegawa stopped him and said thoughtfully, "I hate calling parents, especially for such trivial matters... Mr. Masahiro, if you leave with your son now, I can let this matter go for now."

"You're not going to take it seriously? You're just a kid?" The middle-aged man chuckled in exasperation.

Kotegawa nodded: "Yes, me."

Shirakawa Nozomi hesitated for a moment, tugged at him, and said with a slight twitch of his lips, "I was the one who beat him up in the first place, so let me handle this."

“It’s just a small matter…” Kotegawa said, turning around. He then looked at Senko-sensei and Takanashi, and said in a calm tone, “Mr. Masahiro, have you thought it through?”

"What? Do you even want to hit my father?" Masahiro Oshima suddenly sneered, "Kumami Kotegawa, so what if you're a great fighter? So what if you win the exorcism tournament? Does that mean the law is just for show?"

The middle-aged man, who was about to sneer, suddenly paused, frowned, and pondered. Kotegawa... Kamimi? Why does that name sound a little familiar?

Kotegawa narrowed his eyes, and a dark aura churned deep within them.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "Shut up, Oshima!"

Masahiro Oshima was stunned for a moment, somewhat taken aback. "Huh?"

"There's an urgent matter at the company, I need to go back immediately!" The middle-aged man said with a gloomy face. Without even looking at Kotegawa or saying goodbye to Ms. Senko, he turned around, grabbed Masahiro Oshima with one hand, and hurriedly walked out of the school.

Both Ms. Chiko and Takanashi were somewhat confused.

Shirakawa asked suspiciously, "He knows you? That shouldn't be the case..."

If he really knew Kotegawa, he wouldn't have acted that way just now.

Kotegawa thought for a moment, then took out his phone and made a call in front of everyone, politely saying into the phone, "It's me. Could you please look up information about someone? His name is Masahiro..."

Teacher Senko blurted out instinctively, "The real Shikasaburo."

Kotegawa repeated himself, and a reply came from the other end of the phone: "Please wait a moment."

Kotegawa wasn't in a hurry and simply pressed the speakerphone button.

Just over a minute later, there was a new reply on the other end of the phone.

"Masashiro Mamoto, 47 years old, male, currently works as a teacher at a private music institution, address is..."

He read out all the information he had on the phone, one by one, including which schools he had attended from childhood to adulthood, his achievements, where he lived, and whether he had a criminal record...

Kotegawa listened quietly; this information was useless, and it wasn't what he was listening to.

After the usual information was finished on the phone, he finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"Shikasaburo Shinmoto has a close relationship with the vice-leader of the Black Weasel Group and is suspected of being involved in some shady activities. Further investigation is needed... Your Excellency, should we notify the Metropolitan Police Department?"

The phone rang with a final inquiry.

This caused several people listening nearby to instinctively look at him.

Kotegawa said calmly, "This is enough. There's no need to do anything else for now. Thank you."

Since Shinmoto Shikasaburo has ties to the underworld, it's not surprising that people have heard of his name.

He hung up the phone and explained to Ms. Sengo and Takanashi, "True King is a title I use, similar to Takanashi's 'Lord Sengo' or 'Master Sengo'."

"Oh!" The mother and daughter suddenly realized.

Ms. Qianzi said thoughtfully, "That's a cool name, both handsome and imposing... Who was that on the phone just now?"

Kotegawa explained, "As you know, I work in the field of exorcism, so I have a little special authority when it comes to information. It's not much, but it's enough to investigate an ordinary person."

Ms. Chiko said thoughtfully, "That's true. This information isn't exactly a secret... Anyone can look it up, right?"

Kotegawa hummed in agreement: "If they find someone they can't investigate, they will inform you."

Teacher Qianzi nodded, seemingly lost in thought, as if pondering something.

Takanashi, standing nearby, looked quite astonished and asked, "Mom, didn't Uncle Mamoto say he was the head of an international music organization? How did he become a teacher? And he's been married three times! How does he have ties to the yakuza?"

Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly chimed in, "He has tattoos... at least he used to. There are tattoo removal marks on his neck, and his tone of voice has a gangster vibe."

"Really? That's really scary!" Takanashi Hanamai frowned.

Teacher Qianzi snapped out of her reverie and casually said, "It doesn't matter what that guy does, anyway, I've never considered marrying him. I only met him today because of your grandfather's request... Hmph, that old senile bastard has finally mistaken someone for someone else!"

The little bird, amidst the dancing flowers, nodded quickly.

She also disliked her grandfather's request.

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore..." Ms. Chiko waved to Takanashi as the school bell rang: "Go back to your class first! This class is Mr. Fujiwara's class, right? You're not good at math, so hurry back! Shirakawa too, hurry back to your class first. I'll treat you to dinner after school. Thank you for protecting Hanamai."

“It’s just a small matter…” Shirakawa Nozomi originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing that he was being treated to a meal, he hesitated slightly and then nodded: “Then I’ll take my leave.”

Little Bird turned and trotted back to class.

Nozomi Shirakawa quickened his pace.

Seeing that the little bird had swum away, Kotegawa said to Ms. Senko, "Then we'll take our leave."

However, just as he was about to chase after Takanashi, he was suddenly stopped by Ms. Chiko.

He was somewhat confused.

Takanashi and Shirakawa Nozomi turned their heads, looking puzzled.

Ms. Senko said with a smile, "Hana-mai, when you get back, ask Mr. Fujiwara for a leave of absence for Kotegawa... I need to talk to him about something. Kotegawa-kun, you asked for leave today, right?"

Kotegawa, puzzled, said, "Nothing's wrong..."

Ms. Chiko waved her hand to the side and turned to walk towards the teaching building where her office was located.

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore..." Ms. Chiko waved to Takanashi as the school bell rang: "Go back to your class first! This class is Mr. Fujiwara's class, right? You're not good at math, so hurry back! Shirakawa too, hurry back to your class first. I'll treat you to dinner after school. Thank you for protecting Hanamai."

“It’s just a small matter…” Shirakawa Nozomi originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing that he was being treated to a meal, he hesitated slightly and then nodded: “Then I’ll take my leave.”

Little Bird turned and trotted back to class.

Nozomi Shirakawa quickened his pace.

Seeing that the little bird had swum away, Kotegawa said to Ms. Senko, "Then we'll take our leave."

However, just as he was about to chase after Takanashi, he was suddenly stopped by Ms. Chiko.

He was somewhat confused.

Takanashi and Shirakawa Nozomi turned their heads, looking puzzled.

Ms. Senko said with a smile, "Hana-mai, when you get back, ask Mr. Fujiwara for a leave of absence for Kotegawa... I need to talk to him about something. Kotegawa-kun, you asked for leave today, right?"

Kotegawa, puzzled, said, "Nothing's wrong..."

Ms. Chiko waved her hand to the side and turned to walk towards the teaching building where her office was located.

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Non-Existent Person

On the soft rubber track, Ms. Chiko carefully chose her words and asked, "Hana... has she mentioned her father to you?"

“I did mention it a little…” Kotegawa also carefully chose his words: “But not much, just once or twice, and I don’t remember it very clearly.”

Takanashi doesn't seem to know much about her father either. Every time she talks to him, she just repeats some of Chiko's words, such as "bastard," "heartless man," "scum," and "should be stabbed to death," which are things she can't say out loud.

“Yes, she doesn’t actually know much either.” Ms. Chiko smiled with a complicated expression: “When she was three years old, that scoundrel… that person just disappeared.”

Kotegawa paused, then suddenly realized what was going on, and cautiously asked, "Do you want me to help you find out where Takanashi's father is?"

Ms. Chiko stopped, her face showing great struggle. After a full minute, she broke the silence and smiled with a complicated expression, "I did have that thought a little while ago, but I don't anymore. Perhaps it's fine this way... right?"

Ms. Senko is scared... Kotegawa could clearly see it.

I guess no matter what the results are, I can't accept it... whether it's an accident or starting a new family.

He didn't know what to do, so he could only remain silent.

Ms. Chiko's face still showed deep hesitation. She seemed to have mustered up her courage for a moment, but then suddenly stopped.

Time slipped away quietly, and it wasn't until the bell rang for the end of the first class in the afternoon that she realized how much time she had wasted.

She was apologetic.

Kotegawa pondered for a moment and said, "You see, while there are advantages to not investigating, if we don't investigate, you'll continue to be troubled by this, and you'll lose your appetite, even suffer from insomnia, constantly worrying about it..."

These words left Ms. Chiko stunned for a moment. After a long while, she unconsciously said, "Then let's look it up? His name is Natsuki Shuto, he's a pianist... No! Wait!"

She struggled desperately, saying, "Let me leave first before you investigate. If he's dead, then tell me... whatever else is fine."

After saying that, Ms. Senko walked away in a hurry.

Kotegawa watched her leave, then picked up his phone and dialed the number he had just made.

This time the query took a little longer, a full five minutes, before a reply came: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, there is no Xia Mu Tree Person that matches the criteria. Please check the information again."

He repeated what he had just said, and then added, "His age should be between thirty-five and forty-five."

Ms. Chiko got married quite early and had her daughter, Takanashi, at a young age.

The person on the other end of the phone said again, "I'm sorry, there is no Xia Mushu who meets the criteria."

Kotegawa paused for a moment, thanked him, and hung up the phone.

He called Ms. Chiko again.

A tense voice came from the other end, trembling: "There...there's a result?"