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

He frowned slightly, not quite liking this way of communicating.

Countless conflicts in the world stem from a lack of timely communication. What is there that cannot be said?

Riddlers are boring.

There's a city in the West where real fights break out every day, isn't it because there are too many riddle-solving people?

He put away his phone and prepared to go find Takanashi and ask him directly.

But then, Takanashi sent another message.

[I heard that when the teachers from another school come to visit this afternoon, they'll come to our class, and my mom will be there too... Your relationship hasn't been very good lately, if she sees that you've taken leave again, won't that make her impression even worse...?]

"Is she worried that Ms. Senko might develop a bad impression of me and start to dislike me?"

Kotegawa understood it at a glance and felt a little happy.

Takanashi is starting to care about what Chiko-sensei thinks of him...

He held up his phone, took a picture of the leave request he had just received, sent it to her, and then said: [This leave request was approved by Teacher Qianzi.]

[Huh? How could she...]

Kotegawa

I changed my shoes with peace of mind, picked up my backpack and left school. I went home to change my clothes first, then rushed to the station and entered the special carriage for the special department. I ate lunch while waiting for the train to depart.

More than ten minutes later, the tram bound for Kamakura started moving, and with a whistle, it sped up.

This is much faster and more convenient than when he and Glasses went to Kamakura last year.

That time, they took the tram and it took them several hours to get to Kamakura.

At 2 PM, Kotegawa left the station, and in an instant, he turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared into the distance, heading towards the [Senjito Shop].

He could see the smoke drifting in the air from a great distance and even smell a faint burning smell.

Even after more than half a year, the entrance of [Qianzi Knife Shop] is still bustling with activity, with a constant stream of customers coming to ask for or buy weapons.

Senji Hisashi was, after all, a master swordsmith, and he was getting older every year. Now, the weapons he personally crafted had more than just practical value in combat.

He landed in a deserted corner, stepped out, verified the sword-retrieval information with the staff at the entrance, and went inside, separating himself from the other guests queuing to enter. He then walked along a deserted path towards a secluded courtyard.

This was the courtyard he and Glasses had walked through before; anyone who needed to order custom weapons would come here.

However, unlike last time, the courtyard seemed unusually lively today, with laughter and exclamations from men and women echoing from time to time, which was somewhat out of place with the solemn atmosphere here.

He stepped into the courtyard and immediately saw seven or eight young men and women sitting under the eaves on the left, watching someone slash at the air with a katana.

The person who cleaved through the air was none other than the new generation of reserve officer here, Chiko Kazuma.

It seems he brought friends over to visit.

He glanced at it, didn't disturb it, and walked towards the house on the other side.

Someone else spotted Kotegawa, glanced at him a few times, and whispered something to their companion.

This did not escape Kotegawa's notice, but he didn't care much and went directly to the forging workshop at the back to find Senji Hisashi.

Coincidentally, Senji Hisashi was standing in the courtyard stretching his shoulders, wearing a cotton coat, and it seemed that the furnace hadn't been turned on today.

"Sorry to bother you, it's been a long time." He greeted them.

Senji Hisashi turned around and laughed loudly, "You're here!"

He was in a good mood and pointed to the stool next to him, saying, "Please sit down!"

Kotegawa walked over and sat down on either side of the sprightly old man.

"Oh my! The changes in Kotegawa-kun in just one year are truly astonishing to this old man," Senji Hisashi exclaimed, shaking his head.

He was a swordsmith who greeted the Special Division members almost every day. He had friends all over the Kanto region, and his network of connections was incredibly extensive. Naturally, he was well-informed, even about things that were unknown to the outside world.

Moreover, Tokyo has always been a key focus of his attention.

"Just lucky," Kotegawa replied with a smile.

“No need to be modest…” Qian Zishou shook his head repeatedly: “If it weren’t for the fact that I am familiar with you, I would have to address you as ‘Your Excellency’ now.”

"No, please, please don't take this one."

Kotegawa waved his hand in refusal.

Those who know him might understand, but those who don't will only think he's a late-stage chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer when they hear others address him as "Your Excellency," "Your Excellency the True King," or "Your Majesty the True King." They'll look at him with pity and sympathy, as if to say, "He's a pretty handsome guy, so why does he have to be a little mentally unstable?"

Senko Hisashi laughed heartily, took a deep breath, and called out towards the front of the house, "Kazuma! Serve tea!"

Kotegawa didn't have time to stop him.

Soon, Chiko and Kazuma, covered in sweat, rushed over with a plate, acting as waiters. They first poured hot tea and said, "Please enjoy."

Then, holding the plate, he stood properly behind Senji Hisashi.

This was like treating an elder, which made Kotegawa feel slightly uncomfortable. He smiled and said, "Wazuma-san, it's been a long time."

Hearing the same address and voice as before, Chiko and Shinichi's unease instantly subsided, and a smile appeared on their faces: "Long time no see."

Ever since the embarrassing incident of helping Shizuka Ichijo find Kotekawa to beat him up, he was unsure how to face Kotekawa and Shizuka Ichijo. When Kotekawa came to retrieve his sword earlier, he was too busy being amazed by Kotekawa's swordsmanship and heartbroken about his new phone screen being cracked. After that, he heard one exaggerated and chilling news story after another about Kotek from his grandfather, which made Kotek seem incredibly distant. He no longer dared to casually ask him out for meals or chats as he used to.

If Kotegawa hadn't known this idea, he would have definitely told him, "You're completely overthinking it, young man."

Senji Hisashi took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, and treated Kotekawa as if he were a junior, not even as his own grandson. He sighed as if chatting with a family member, "My grandson is not good at studying, he can't forge swords well, and he can't even brew tea well. I'm really sorry to have to make you laugh at him."

Chiko Kazuma's face immediately turned red.

Kotegawa, who couldn't detect anything wrong with it, paused for a moment, looked at Senko and Kazuma, and said carefully, "You are too modest. Kazuma is gentle, sincere and enthusiastic. He is just as outstanding as you in many ways. He is one of the best among the people I have ever met."

Qian Zishou waved his hands repeatedly, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes softened considerably: "This kid is still far from good enough!"

Chiko and Mako, who were behind them, also laughed happily. Although they didn't say anything, the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

After finishing his tea, Senji Hisashi stood up, his tone becoming more serious: "Let's go see them!"

Kotegawa straightened his expression and nodded seriously.

Chiko and Kazuma's eyes lit up as well.

He knew that his grandfather had been engrossed in forging the sword all this time, taking it extremely seriously. Even he was not allowed to stand by and watch. Moreover, as soon as the sword was completed, it would be immediately sealed in the deepest part of the armory, and no one could approach it.

He followed behind silently, praying in his heart that his old man wouldn't kick him out.

Unfortunately, what you fear most is what happens. Senji stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and put on a sullen face.

"It's alright..." Kotegawa said with a smile, "Kazuma-san is no outsider, there's nothing he can't see."

Senko and Shinji, who were almost trembling, instantly relaxed.

Senji Hisashi, who was walking ahead, turned around and said to him, "This kid's mind is still a bit restless..."

Senko and Mako tried to walk quietly, no matter what their old man said to them, as long as they could see those swords.

The three arrived at the armory.

Senji Hisashi took out the key and began to unlock it layer by layer.

The armory was their most important possession, and they had set up five layers of passwords to ensure its absolute security.

Kotegawa had witnessed this once before, but it wasn't in this armory, and the password to open the door wasn't this complicated.

After the lock was unlocked and the door opened automatically, Senji Hisashi said, "Please wait a moment," and stepped inside.

Kotegawa and Senko Kazuma watched him walk alone into the armory, which was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Chiko Kazuma whispered, "This is the most important place in my house. It not only stores weapons, but also many precious and rare forging materials, as well as deep-sea ores..."

"Kazuma-san, aren't you afraid I'll have bad intentions if you explain things so clearly?" Kotegawa said with a smile.

Chiko Kazuma paused, her expression slightly strange, and said, "My grandfather said that if you really have any bad intentions, even if there are a hundred locks here, it won't work... He doesn't even try to hide from you when he unlocks things, so why should I worry about anything?"

Kotegawa remained noncommittal.

Chapter 140 Retrieving the Sword (Part Two) (Please Subscribe)

Outside the armory, the two people who were chatting suddenly stopped and looked towards the gate.

Amidst the pervasive white chill, a large, silvery-white metal box was pushed out, with an astonishingly large lock hanging on it.

Senji Hisashi pushed the cart to the center of the yard and found the last key.

Chiko and Mako quickly ran to the gate and locked it securely to prevent the situation from leaking out.

Before unlocking the door, Qian Zishou chuckled softly, "This time it's definitely my masterpiece!"

After locking the gate, Senko and Kazuma ran back and couldn't help but widen their eyes, eager to see what kind of sword would make the old man say such a thing.

Kotegawa is also looking forward to it.

This time, a lot of money and materials were spent.

With a forceful pull of both hands, Qian Zishou slowly opened the box, accompanied by the sound of hydraulic pressure deflating. The thickness of the steel in the box was astonishing.

This box probably wouldn't be a big problem even if it got hit by an RPG.

Wisps of white mist drifted through the air, revealing the first longsword clad in a black metal sheath. The pommel and guard were carved with animal patterns, while the black sheath appeared to be simply frosted, without any extra decoration. Yet, its blackness was as deep and profound as the earth, ancient and solemn.

Chiko and Kazuma's eyes widened even more.

A metal scabbard? And the material of this scabbard doesn't look like it could be artificially polished.

He wanted to touch it, to see what material the scabbard was made of. Metal scabbards were so rare; a sword's movement should be ethereal, so it should be lightweight and easy to carry. Why was his grandfather...?

Senji Hisashi didn't notice his eldest grandson's confusion. Standing beside Kotegawa, he said in a deep voice, "As per your request, not only was the blade made of special materials, but we also put a lot of effort into the selection of materials for the scabbard. Its resistance to high and low temperatures is incredibly amazing. I can guarantee that even if... well, it will definitely not break!"

He probably felt that saying something like "the sword is broken" was unlucky, so he changed his words.

Kotegawa nodded repeatedly. He liked the sword quite a bit. Like him, it had a tough, unpretentious style, but it was sturdy and reliable, and every bit of strength was used where it was needed.

As for why he used a metal scabbard this time... it's because some of the scabbards he currently has are broken, either burned or cracked by the cold, so that the swords he usually uses don't have scabbards anymore.

"The sharpness will definitely surprise you. Want to give it a try?"

"Keep watching for now, and we'll try them all together later."

"Alright!" This time, Senji Tomo dragged out the entire inner box in one go. Like a weapon rack, the longswords lined up horizontally were revealed, each with a different pattern on the pommel and guard.