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

What kind of life do you envision for the future?

The word "stable" seems too broad, lacking any details... In other words, he may not have thought about these things at all, and was just fooling himself.

These problems seem simple, but upon closer examination, each one is more worrisome than the last.

Kotekawa Kamimi's head is as big as ten.

He didn't let himself off the hook until the lunch bell rang, then stood up and went to the cafeteria to eat with his head down.

I plan to think it through properly after I've eaten my fill.

As the saying goes, nothing in the world is difficult; it is only the mediocre who make trouble for themselves… I am just a mediocre person.

Kotekawa Kamimi, looking rather sullen, ordered three large bowls of ramen, three large bowls of beef rice bowl, two servings of mixed fresh vegetables, and a pot of fish soup...

If you're not in a good mood, you should eat more.

The food in the cafeteria is so-so in taste, but it's quick and easy to eat.

Before long, his food was ready, and he kept going back and forth between the window and his seat.

When he finished his work and was holding a bowl of ramen, ready to eat, the Shirakawa siblings arrived and saw him.

"Good afternoon...?" The two siblings' eyes widened as they looked at the dishes that took up most of the table.

Shirakawa Kurumi asked curiously, "Did you make plans with someone?"

Kotegawa Kami shook his head.

"Oh? So many... You couldn't have bought them specifically to treat us to a meal, could you?"

Kotekawa Kami looked at her and shook his head: "No, they're all mine."

"..."

The two siblings were speechless for a long time.

Seeing that the two of them were dumbfounded, he asked in confusion, "For us, this kind of appetite is normal, right?"

If others didn't understand, that would be one thing, but these two are both well-educated people, so this shouldn't be the case.

Shirakawa Kurumi tilted her head, her eyes looking strange.

Is this even a normal person's appetite? It's really unreasonable!

Even someone who has cultivated themselves could not eat this much!

Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

"What do you want to eat?" Shirakawa Nozomi suddenly urged from the side.

"I'll have ramen and beef bowl too, one of each..." Shirakawa Kurumi asked without turning her head, pointing to the empty seat in front of her, "Can we sit here?"

"Make yourself at home, no need to be so polite."

Shirakawa Kurumi sat down happily, propped her chin on her arm, and looked at the dishes on most of the table with a gleam in her eyes.

She met a live, breathing competitive eater.

With acquaintances present, Kotekawa Kami couldn't continue eating by himself. He put down his chopsticks, got up, and bought three cans of herbal tea, handing one over: "This is a return gift from this morning."

"Ah, thank you!" Shirakawa Kurumi, with a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, accepted the gift without any hesitation.

Furukawa Kami nodded.

Shirakawa Kurumi pulled the tab, took a sip, and asked curiously, "Do you eat this much every meal?"

"No, normally I only eat until I'm 70% full in the morning, 90% full at noon, and 70% full in the evening as well."

"...That's certainly enough!" Shirakawa Kurumi was speechless for a moment, her eyes filled with deep astonishment.

He eats so much every day, yet he doesn't show any signs of gaining weight, nor does he have that explosive muscle look... How does he do that? Is he one of those people who are naturally thin?

Kami Kotekawa, unaware of what she was thinking, held his tea, his mind slightly wandering.

A small, fair hand waved in front of his eyes.

He snapped out of his daze and looked toward the owner of the hand.

Shirakawa Kurumi withdrew her hand and said with a light smile, "No need to wait for us, let's start eating, or the noodles will get soggy."

Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment, then pushed a bowl of ramen in front of her and said, "Shall we share? When Shirakawa-san arrives, just give me one."

“Okay, let’s do it!” Shirakawa Kurumi readily agreed; she was also quite hungry.

The two people sitting face to face each held a bowl of ramen and began to slurp their noodles.

Kotekawa Kami ate with gusto, finishing his bowl of ramen in no time.

Shirakawa Kurumi eats in a very elegant manner. She even makes a ramen noodle, puffs out her cheeks, blows on it to cool it down before eating, but she eats quite quickly.

After all, she had some training; when surviving in the wild, there isn't much time for safe eating.

The two finished their bowls one after the other, and then Kotekawa Kamimi pushed the rice bowl in front of her, and also gave her half a plate of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of fish soup.

Shirakawa Kurumi's eyes curved slightly as she accepted the offer with grace.

By the time Shirakawa Nozomi, sweating profusely, brought over the tray, two-thirds of the dishes on the table were already empty.

He looked at Shirakawa Kurumi, who had already finished eating and was sipping her fish soup, and then at Kotekawa Kamimi, who was also drinking fish soup. He was momentarily stunned, his eyes full of suspicion.

Why are these two drinking from the same fishpond? Why is this brat full too? Aren't these all from Kotegawa?

Looking at the two of them, the junior priest's gaze held a newfound scrutiny.

Especially when he thought about how he drank water that morning, while Furudekawa Kamimi drank herbal tea...

"If these two have no problems, he'll eat the table right there and then!"

Shirakawa Kurumi looked up at her younger brother, who was still standing there dumbfounded, and asked curiously, "Sit down? Also, give my meal to Kotegawa; I'm already full."

The young priest snapped out of his daze, glanced at the two of them, and pushed the ramen and rice bowl in front of Kotegawa Kami.

"Please have this..." Kotekawa Kamimi handed him the last can of herbal tea.

Shirakawa Nozomi was taken aback. His gaze quickly swept across the table in front of Shirakawa Kurumi, and when he saw an opened can of herbal tea, he understood even more and became even more certain of his guess.

He accepted it without a word, and as he looked at Kotegawa Kami, the scrutinizing look in his eyes intensified.

He needs to take a good look at this guy and see what kind of person he really is!

Kami Kotekawa picked up a ramen bowl that Kurumi Shirakawa had finished eating and asked, "Want some more?"

"Okay, I'll eat a little more." Shirakawa Kurumi nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She had almost finished eating, but she couldn't resist the delicious food being eaten across from her.

Kotekawa Kamimi shared a small bowl of ramen and a small bowl of rice, and also shared a bowl of fish soup with Shirakawa Nozomi.

After all, it's not good to favor one over the other.

Shirakawa Nozomi silently took it and drank a sip.

The use of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers is generous, which is typical of Chinese cuisine.

"He has a big appetite and loves Chinese cuisine..." he silently commented to himself.

The three of them resumed eating, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

……

"Flower Dance? Flower Dance!"

In Class 1, Grade 1, Honjo Yuka waved in front of the distracted Takanashi Hanamai.

"What?" Kotori Hanamaru asked irritably.

Motoyo looked at her strangely: "Why do you seem so distracted?"

Little Bird Swimming was taken aback, then immediately felt guilty: "I...did I?"

"Nonsense, you even put your chopsticks in Qingkong's mouth!"

Mikazuki Seisakusho, who was chewing vegetables with her cheeks puffed out, was accidentally fed a full meal by Mikazuki Seisakusho.

Birdsong quickly put away her chopsticks, placed the egg roll in her lunchbox, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Sunny Sky."

Mikazuki Seikatsu shook his head.

"Tell me! What's wrong? You seem so distracted... Who confessed to you?" Youjia interrogated him fiercely, her eyes blazing with gossip.

Across from her, Sora Honba, who was engrossed in eating, looked up in surprise. The food in his mouth instantly lost its flavor, and he stared at Hanako Takanashi with a tense expression.

"No way!" Takanashi Hanamai said irritably.

"So that's not it..." Honba Sorata breathed a sigh of relief, the heavy weight that had been hanging over his heart lifted again, and the food tasted delicious. He buried his head and continued eating.

"What exactly happened?" Motoyo Yuka asked, looking at her with great curiosity. "Something's definitely wrong! We've known each other for so many years, you can't hide anything from me."

Little Bird Swimming wanted to deny it, but she swallowed the words back.

After being touched on the head by Kami Kotegawa during PE class this morning, she keeps thinking about him, and her heart races whenever she thinks of him... This makes her a little flustered and at a loss.

If you talk about this with a good friend, maybe they'll know what to do...

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Benchang Youjia and said, "Touch my head."

Yuuka was taken aback, her face full of surprise: "Huh?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just touch it, I... I have some things I want to figure out," Takanashi Hanamaru urged.

Being patted on the head is more embarrassing than I imagined. I can hardly even bring myself to talk about it now, so I won't tell anyone the details. I'll just try to confirm it myself first.

"Oh..." Honjo Yuka didn't think anything of it, but as soon as she reached out her hand, she suddenly realized something and quickly withdrew it. Her eyes gleamed strangely as she guessed, "You...you weren't touched on the head by someone, were you? And by a boy?"

The little bird looked on in astonishment as it swam among the flowers.

How come this girl is always so clever and perceptive about these kinds of things?

Wouldn't it be better to use that same effort on your studies?

What a brilliant mind you've wasted on gossiping and tricking Glasses Guy!

"I guessed right!" Motoba Yuka said with certainty, observing her reaction. Then, she asked excitedly, "Who? Who's so bold? Tell me! I promise I won't tell anyone!"

"Nobody's here!" Takanashi Hanamai thought regretfully, her anger and embarrassment rising.

The two of them started arguing.