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

"Hmm, Glasses-kun, Yuka, Takanashi-kun, and Mikazuki-kun..." Kotekawa Kami counted and said, "Let's buy twenty servings of Shingen Mochi, twenty packs of beef jerky, one beef shank, and three pork knuckles. Eating too much will make it too greasy."

"Why are you buying so much? There are only four of you." Shirakawa Kurumi felt that she didn't quite know how to solve this problem.

Kotekawa Kami gave her a strange look and muttered, "Look at what you're saying, I want to eat too."

"..."

Shirakawa Kurumi quietly took a sip of water.

Soon, the izakaya owner was ready to serve the food. However, before serving, she thoughtfully changed their table to the largest one. Then, the family of three began to move back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen.

Kotekawa Kami smelled the aroma, somewhat satisfied, picked up the rice bowl, and prepared to start eating.

Across from her, Shirakawa Kurumi took out her phone and asked with a smile, "May I take a picture?"

Kotekawa Kami thought she was going to bless the dishes on the table, so he first put two chicken legs in his bowl, turned halfway around, and said, "Take pictures as you like."

After he finished speaking, he started gnawing on a chicken leg.

Shirakawa Kurumi smiled, adjusted the focus on his profile, and then... pressed the shutter.

……

An hour later, Kotekawa Kamimi patted his full stomach and got up to pay the bill.

Shirakawa Kurumi originally wanted to split the bill, but she didn't eat much, so Kotekawa Kamimi didn't agree and paid for it herself.

After paying the bill, they walked towards the car, and Kotekawa Kami casually asked, "Did you receive the ritual task?"

The third bounty mission is an exorcism ritual.

Kotekawa Kami originally didn't want to do this job because he was only good at physical exorcisms and not at magical exorcisms. Every spirit he exorcised had a good reputation.

However, everyone has their own expertise, and this happened to be Shirakawa Kurumi's area of ​​expertise, so after discussing it for a while, they still applied for the mission.

She'd been a driver all morning and wanted to get some exercise.

Shirakawa Kurumi was looking at her phone, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed in one direction, and said with some doubt, "Not yet, that's strange."

"Huh?" Kotekawa Kami was taken aback, puzzled. "But it's been an hour and a half already, hasn't it? Why is it taking so long this time?"

"They're probably going to eat too?" Shirakawa Kurumi guessed casually, handing him a helmet. "Let's go somewhere nearby first."

“Alright,” Kotekawa Kamimi frowned, took the helmet, and sat down.

Shirakawa Kurumi suddenly felt the front wheels of the car swaying a bit. She said irritably, "Move forward a bit, or we might flip over when we go uphill later."

“Oh…” Kotekawa Kami moved forward slightly, but still tried to leave some space.

Shirakawa Kurumi felt he had moved in vain, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes, moved forward a bit, started the car, and drove away.

But when they arrived at the location, the mission application was still not approved.

Kurumi Shirakawa couldn't stay calm any longer. With a dark expression, she walked to the side and made a phone call to the Special Division.

Kotekawa Kami was also a little puzzled; the efficiency of the review process was clearly abnormal.

It took a good ten minutes for Shirakawa Kurumi to return, her eyebrows furrowed, clearly displeased.

"What's going on?" Kotekawa asked quickly, seeing that things were not going well.

Shirakawa Kurumi said with a sullen expression, "They said I've already reached my maximum workload for this week."

"An upper limit?" Kotekawa Kami was stunned, then utterly astonished: "There's an upper limit? Only two 'Difficulty Level 3' levels?"

Ah, I guess I was rejected!

Shirakawa Kurumi covered her cheeks with both hands and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Actually, I only recently became a full member and I don't have much ability... Moreover, I applied for the mission in my own name. In order to ensure safety to the greatest extent and to prevent superiors from interfering, the Special Division has imposed more restrictions... I asked, and if I apply in the name of a team, I can take on eight missions a week, but if I apply alone, I can only take on three... I took on a mission a few days ago."

Unexpectedly, it was she who messed things up in the end...

Kami Kotekawa was at a loss for words. The idea that there was a limit to the number of tasks was simply absurd to him.

"Actually, it's not a small amount. Think about it, if I were alone, I'd be doing pretty well to complete a 'Difficulty Level 3' mission," Shirakawa Kurumi said, making a small attempt to defend herself.

Kami Kotekawa was speechless.

But now that things had come to this, he could only helplessly say, "Then let's go back?"

"Are we going back now?" Shirakawa Kurumi was also a little conflicted. She sighed and said, "If you had a certificate too, that would be great. If we teamed up, we would have eight missions a week."

Kotekawa Kami shook his head: "I'm not going to sign a contract of servitude. I'd rather look forward to Shirakawa Nozomi becoming a full priest soon than to me."

"Him? Instead of hoping for him, we should think of other ways..." Shirakawa Kurumi shook her head, showing a serious lack of confidence in Shirakawa Nozomi.

She frowned and began to think hard.

Is there really no other way?

Kotekawa Kami had more or less accepted the blow. He took out his phone, opened the app with his account, and wanted to see if there were any suitable tasks he could take on, but to his disappointment, there were only a few trivial tasks in the list.

The real big work takes place within the Special Section.

He said speechlessly, "What kind of ridiculous rule is this? They'd rather leave the difficult tasks unfinished than give them to us to do."

Shirakawa Kurumi's expression shifted, and finally she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Let's go back this time? I'll think of a way to get you an identity..."

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback, then lowered his voice and asked excitedly, "You know someone who makes fake documents?"

"Who would dare to forge a Special Division certificate?" Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes at him, then hesitated and said, "I haven't figured out the specifics yet. I'll tell you when it works out."

"What method is it? It's all so mysterious." Kotekawa Kami was full of doubt.

Shirakawa Kurumi thought for a moment and whispered, "Actually, Xiaowang and I have an older brother who is a freshman in college this year. Although he is also a formal priest, he has no interest in exorcisms at all. He only likes to draw... Because of this, my dad kicked him out of the house. When I get back, I'll see if I can borrow his account."

Kotekawa Kami nodded slowly and without hesitation, put on his helmet and said, "Let's go, let's go back!"

If I can't take on any more missions, what am I still doing here?

Shirakawa Kurumi didn't say anything more, got into the car, twisted the accelerator, and sped off towards Otsuki Station.

The acceleration was a bit too sudden, and Kotekawa Kami, caught off guard, could only grab the driver's waist again.

Halfway there, the former suddenly slowed down, turned his head slightly, and said with dissatisfaction, "I told you, put your sword away and stop pushing me."

Furukawa Kami: "..."

Chapter Forty-Eight: Night Rain (Part One)

At 3 p.m. in Tokyo, the sky turned a hazy gray, and a light rain began to fall.

On a bumpy, deserted path, Sota Honba sped past on his bicycle, splashing water behind him.

His face was filled with frustration.

It's raining

But let's skip today, since cherry blossom viewing is tomorrow anyway. However, the weather forecast says that tomorrow will not only bring rain but also strong winds.

Now forget about seeing cherry blossoms, it's hard to say whether there will even be any cherry blossoms left on the trees after tomorrow.

"Honestly, why did it have to rain on the weekend of all times!" Honba Sora was in a bad mood and without thinking much, he raised his right hand and slammed it on the handlebars. The bicycle immediately lost its balance and veered to the right.

His face turned green instantly, but thankfully he managed to stay calm and avoid a crash.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then felt even more depressed and somewhat embarrassed.

Even bicycles are getting on his nerves!

He looked down, gritting his teeth, but quickly became dejected.

Forget it, why get angry over a car? If I break it, I'll have to pay Youjia. It's not easy for him to save up his money.

Honba Sora wasn't angry anymore and kept walking. However, just as he reached the entrance of the shopping street, he suddenly saw Kotegawa Kami carrying two large bags and walking home ahead of him.

He paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He sat up, pedaled the wheels so hard they flew, and called out from afar, "Furutegawa!"

Hearing the noise, Furutekawa Kami stopped and turned to the side.

Honba Sorata had already rushed up to him. He squeezed the brakes, jumped off the car, and looked up happily, saying, "Are you done with your part-time job?"

"Yes, it was finished around noon." Kotekawa Kami smiled, his earlier frustration over Shirakawa Kurumi's blunder having lessened somewhat.

After all, seeing friends always makes people happy.

He looked at the several flat wooden boxes tied to the back of the bicycle and asked curiously, "What have you been doing?"

"Well, I just ran an errand to deliver some takeout." Honba Sorata patted the back seat and grinned, "Come on, come on, there's still some left inside, let's eat at your place!"

"Perfect timing, I also brought some souvenirs. When I get back, please give them to Yujia and Uncle Guima for me."

The two walked forward together.

Sora looked down, his eyes filled with deep curiosity: "I've never been to Yamanashi before. Is it fun there?"

"I don't know, but it's all mountain roads there, so it would be tiring to ride a bicycle." Kotekawa Kami shared his experience of going to Yamanashi, and opened the bag he was carrying to show him. He said with a smile, "But the food and local specialties there are delicious. I can't bring the food back, but I bought a lot of local specialties. There are Shingen mochi, beef jerky, and a big box of grapes. I'll eat the grapes when we go cherry blossom viewing tomorrow."

Shirakawa Kurumi is right; souvenirs shouldn't be too expensive, Shingen mochi is enough.

As for this large bunch of grapes, it's best to share them together.

After all, the fruit in this lousy place is ridiculously expensive, and it's not grape season yet, so the price will be even higher.

"Grapes?" Honba Sorata's eyes widened, especially after seeing the price of 3680 yen. His eyes widened even more, and he said incredulously, "Why would you buy something so expensive?"

Well, this bunch of grapes alone is almost equivalent to a month's worth of work he did at home.

"It's a rare trip to Yamanashi, so I gritted my teeth and bought a little bit," Kotegawa Kamimi explained briefly.

Honba Sorata thought so too; if he went to Yamanashi, he might grit his teeth and buy some to try.

He stopped worrying and said with a dejected look, "I saw on the weather forecast that it will rain and be windy tomorrow, so we probably won't be able to see the cherry blossoms."

"Really? That's a bit of a shame." Kotekawa Kami was taken aback, looked down at the bag in his hand, and said regretfully, "I also bought a beef hind leg and a pork knuckle. I was thinking of having them as side dishes for our meal tomorrow."

"Beef hind leg? Pork knuckle?" Honba Sorata subconsciously swallowed and said expectantly, "How about we meet at your house tomorrow? It would be nice to have a good meal even if we can't enjoy the cherry blossoms."

After thinking for a moment, Kami Kotekawa tentatively asked, "Do you wash the dishes?"

"Don't worry about it, leave it to me! I've been washing dishes at home for six years! Nobody in my family knows how to do housework better than me! Even my mom can't compare! And I can cook too! Japanese food, Chinese food, Western food, I can do it all." Honba Sorata listed his housework skills as if they were his own treasures.

Kamiko Kotekawa was a little confused. "You've maxed out your feminine charm?" she thought. "No wonder Yuka's so lazy."

Do you know embroidery?