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

Kotekawa Kami shook his head, about to explain, when a teasing voice suddenly came from the side.

"Oh dear, hearing something like 'not curious about me' first thing in the morning is really embarrassing! Isn't that right, Kotegawa?"

Everyone turned their heads at once, and even the two siblings who were arguing and bringing up old grievances stopped instantly.

Shirakawa Kurumi walked over leisurely with her hands behind her back.

Behind her followed Shirakawa Nozomi, who exuded an aloof aura.

Kotekawa's face immediately turned red.

Well, talking about someone else and getting caught red-handed by the person involved makes you feel inexplicably socially awkward.

His scalp tingled, and he said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Damn it, it was clearly Honba Sorata who said it! Why is he the one apologizing?

Feeling aggrieved, he turned to find the culprit.

But I didn't see anyone at first glance.

He paused for a moment, then gestured forward with his lip if he felt good about the performance.

He turned his head to look.

Just a few meters ahead, Honba Sorata was seen using his backpack to protect his head, bending over, and running away with his head down.

He ran away.

Looking ahead, Kotegawa Kami was even more speechless.

Why are you running?

Shirakawa Kurumi naturally walked over to the group of girls and greeted them, "Good morning, we met yesterday."

"Good morning, I'm sorry, Shirakawa-kun. It's all my brother's fault. I apologize to you on his behalf," Motoba Yuka said, slightly embarrassed.

"It's nothing serious, don't worry about it," Shirakawa Kurumi said with a smile.

She's long been immune to this level of discussion.

Seeing that she seemed genuinely unconcerned, Kotekawa Kami secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the embarrassment in her heart lessened somewhat.

Shirakawa Kurumi glanced at him, her eyes holding a half-smile: "Besides, they're not curious about me, are they, Kotegawa?"

"I just don't like talking about people behind their backs," Kotekawa Kami explained.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Kurumi immediately covered her mouth, full of surprise. "So, does that mean Kotekawa is curious about me? Even though he doesn't say it, he really wants to know my measurements, hobbies, blood type, zodiac sign, whether I've ever had a boyfriend, and what I wear."

""

How do you even know this? Where did you even begin listening to this?

Kamiko Kote shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "No, no, no, I really don't want to know that."

As he said this, Motoba Yuuki, Mikazuki, and Takanashi Hanamai all glanced subtly at Shirakawa Kurumi's front, their eyes revealing an "I knew it" expression.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback.

She had only meant to tease her, but judging from Kotekawa Kami's reaction, he didn't seem to be really curious about her.

"Did I forget to wash my face this morning?" The stunningly beautiful girl with small breasts, unaware of the problem, subconsciously touched her cheek.

The group of six walked towards the school together. After the Shirakawa siblings joined them, the number of eyes looking at them suddenly increased dramatically.

Shirakawa Kurumi, with her hands behind her back, ignored all the stares and chatted happily with a few girls about her past life in Heian-kyo.

Kotekawa Kami, who was a few steps behind them, walked with Shirakawa Nozomi.

The junior priest kept a straight face and showed little expression.

Then, gradually, even Kotekawa Kami, who was standing next to him, became serious.

The two men were about the same height and both quite burly. Following behind the four girls, if they were dressed in black suits and sunglasses, they would definitely look like bodyguards.

Shirakawa Nozomi turned his head and glanced at him, his eyebrows furrowing involuntarily, one higher than the other, and said unhappily, "Why are you copying me?"

Kamiko Kotegawa said with a serious expression, "This is more in line with the atmosphere."

""

The young priest took a deep breath. The guy next to him was comparable to Kurumi Shirakawa in some ways, which made his blood pressure rise rapidly.

He kept a straight face, which made him even more aloof.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the school, parted ways at the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, and went back to their respective classes.

"Furutegawa, Yoshika and Glasses-kun have club activities today. After school this afternoon, can the three of us go home together?" Takanashi Hanamai, who was following behind, asked, peeking out.

"Of course, I have no problem."

Before the new sword was finished, he had already decided to stay in Tokyo, practice his skills and meditate in the afternoon, and go out to patrol the streets at nine o'clock in the evening to earn a salary.

The job of patrolling the streets is very flexible in terms of time and is paid by the day, which is quite comfortable.

As for some difficult tasks, we'll consider them once we have a suitable weapon.

Anyway, we're not exactly short of money right now.

The reward he received for eliminating the samurai just a few days ago was enough for him to live comfortably in Tokyo for a year or two.

Of course, a peaceful and stable life is impossible, at least not right now.

He had to worry about tuition fees, save money to buy a house and get married, and incidentally, he also wanted a better sword.

Every single one of these cases involves money.

"Furugawa, the first period today is PE, the teacher wants you to help move the equipment." Acting class monitor Ninomiya Ikuko waved to him from her seat.

"Oh no! I forgot!" Kotekawa Kami slapped his forehead, put down his things, and hurriedly ran outside.

No way, I'm going to quit this sports class monitor position next month no matter what!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Complex and Profound Mathematical Problems

On the second day of the new semester, large, fluffy white clouds floated in the sky, and a gentle breeze caressed my cheeks. It was neither hot nor dry, perfect weather for a ten-minute long-distance run test.

The boys in Class Two will be tested first.

There's not much to say about running; for Kamiko Kotegawa, ten minutes is just a warm-up.

In this world, an individual's physical condition seems to be slightly better than in their previous life.

But it's only a little better. It's probably just that the lower limit of potential has increased. If you really want to become amazing, you still need to train hard.

As seen in this test, Kotegawa Kamimi and Shirakawa Nozomi were nearly 500 meters ahead of the third-place finisher.

This was the result of Kotegawa Kami holding back, only running as a warm-up.

In other words, it's not that he runs so fast, it's that everyone else is too slow.

Shirakawa Nozomi's forehead was slightly sweaty; he was just a priest, not known for his strength.

He glanced at Kami Kotegawa, who was leading the girls in warm-up exercises, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the latter's muscular arms.

Such defined lines without even exerting effort clearly cannot be achieved in just one or two days of training.

"I was right back then!" a teasing voice rang out from the side.

Without turning his head, Shirakawa said, "Go back to your class!"

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was standing next to her with her hands behind her back, snorted: "I can go wherever I want, it's none of your business."

Shirakawa Nozomi said calmly, "If you're not afraid of being dragged back by the teacher, then do as you please!"

"Unfortunately, our teacher has an upset stomach, so it's free time for us."

Without a second thought, the junior priest retorted, "So you've come here to be disliked?"

"...Figure out your own lunch today," Shirakawa Kurumi said casually, turning away with her hands behind her back.

Without a second thought, Shirakawa Nozomi instantly leaped in front of her, his face serious: "Big sister is so beautiful, and the boys in Class 5 don't know we're siblings, so it's understandable that they dislike and despise me!"

Shirakawa Kurumi's eyebrows relaxed, and he said with a smile, "Is that what you mean?"

"Otherwise what?" Shirakawa Nozomi said with a straight face, suppressing his frustration.

"Just you wait! Once I become a full-fledged priest, my salary doubles, and I can afford to eat in the canteen, I'll definitely tell you that you're just a hateful brat!" the little priest vowed to himself.

"Hey bro, you're not cursing me in your heart, are you?"

"Ha, that's just wishful thinking on your part!"

"Really? I'll believe you this once. Here, take this."

Shirakawa Kurumi handed him a bottle of drinking water.

Shirakawa Nozomi paused for a moment, then looked down at it.

Did they bring him drinks especially for him?

The resentment in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by guilt.

It turns out he misunderstood and said such nasty things... That's really outrageous!

"Feel sorry……"

"Huh? I didn't hear you clearly." Shirakawa Kurumi put her hands behind her back and tilted her ear slightly.

Shirakawa raised his voice: "I'm so sorry about that..."

"Hmm, very good!" Shirakawa Kurumi was satisfied. She handed him the can of herbal tea she was holding in her other hand and instructed, "Give this to Kotegawa later, remember?"

"?" The little priest looked down, feeling the cool touch in his palm, and a question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

Why is mine water and his herbal tea? What's the deal? Who's the real sibling here?

Shirakawa Kurumi walked away with her hands behind her back, leaving him standing there lost in thought.

On the other side, after leading the girls through their warm-up exercises, Kotegawa Kami watched them head to the track and then stood there pondering what to do next.

From now until the end of get out of class, it's time for some fresh air.

Shirakawa Nozomi walked up to him with his hands behind his back, handed him the iced tea, and said with a straight face, "Here you go!"