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

Without further ado, Kami Kotekawa tied on a floral apron, rolled up his sleeves, and began to help out.

Actually, he's quite skilled in this area. After all, he's a swordsman, so he has precision and strength. Whether it's simple tasks like picking vegetables or more expansive techniques like chopping bones and removing meat, he handles them all with ease.

A swordsman who doesn't want to be a chef must be an illegitimate person. Looking at the neatly arranged chunks of beef with bones on the cutting board, all of similar size and shape, he felt that he must be a very serious and upright person.

Sora Honba didn't exaggerate when it came to cooking; he was quite efficient and skilled. He knew his weakness—not enough strength to handle ingredients like Kami Kotekawa. So, over the years, he had been working hard to improve his skills, especially his hands, which became incredibly dexterous.

The two were busy at work, and the kitchen was filled with clanging and banging noises.

A little while later, the two girls, Motoba Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka, also arrived.

"Hey, hasn't Hanako arrived yet?"

Yoshika casually asked, and placed the herbal tea and some wagashi (Japanese sweets) she had brought from home on the coffee table.

“She probably won’t show up before lunchtime…” Kotekawa Kami peeked into the living room and saw the two girls still standing there. He greeted them, “There’s no one else at home, so we don’t need to be so formal.”

It's the weekend, and both Motoba Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka are dressed in their usual casual clothes.

Leaving aside the beautiful woman in the room, she is tall and slender. Her light green shirt and light white slim-fit jeans made her originally flat figure look more curvy.

The main reason is Mikazuki Seisakusho; although she was wearing a slightly faded denim jacket, her figure was just too stunning.

Trembling, trembling... Kotekawa Kami's mind went blank for a moment. The word seemed to have grown little angel wings, circling around him, circling and circling, endlessly.

He glanced at Motoyo Yuka with envy, then looked away, thinking to himself that he was still the same "broad-minded" good boy he used to be.

But this stewed beef tastes really good.

Glasses Guy's cooking skills are truly impressive.

I'll eat three or five bowls later.

Sorata Honba, who was busy stewing meat, glanced at him and muttered, "I'll talk to Yuka later and ask her to introduce you to some girls from the O-type group."

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? I haven't had much time lately."

"When you look at Mikazuki, you practically drool."

Kami Kotekawa quickly wiped his mouth and explained, "It's because the stewed beef broth smelled so good, really."

"I understand..." Honjou nodded. "I think it's a good idea to go back to the original site, but I don't understand."

He revealed himself, and incidentally dragged Kotegawa Kami down with him.

"You know nothing!" Kamiko Kotekawa exclaimed, speechless. "It really is because of the stewed beef!"

Why is he drooling over Mikazuki?

I can't eat it!

In the living room, Motoba Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka looked at each other, the latter blushing and casually pulling up the zipper in front of her.

"Let's go see Hana-mae and borrow a couple of aprons while we're at it. We'll come back and help out in a bit!" Honjo Yuuka changed the subject, pulling Mikazuki Haruka along as they ran out the door.

Kotekawa Kami paused, vaguely sensing that something was amiss... Was he in a situation where he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the sea?

……

The two girls who went out didn't immediately go to the neighbor's house, but instead stood on the road, whispering to each other.

Motoyo whispered, "Let's clear up that misunderstanding with Kotegawa, shall we? He probably likes you, and he's a really nice guy. Lots of girls at school are secretly asking about him."

The misunderstanding she was referring to was that Honba Sorata had mistakenly assumed they were lesbians.

Mikazuki Haruka glanced at her, thought for a moment, and shook her head, saying, "He just likes girls with big breasts, he might not like me... In that respect, he's just like Glasses-kun."

One likes large breasts, the other likes...

“It’s still different. My brother is a pervert.” Motoba Yuka thought for a moment and said, “But we still need to clear up the misunderstanding… Hanamai, everyone has flaws. We don’t know what will happen in the future, but I think we shouldn’t let this misunderstanding cause us to miss out on something so badly…”

She was genuinely thinking of Mikazuki's best interests.

My good friend has had a really tough few years, so if he can find a good partner, I can feel a little more at ease in the future.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku remained silent, all the memories of her time with Kotegawa Kami over the past few days flooding her mind. She pursed her lips and shook her head: "Let nature take its course."

I was a little confused by what I heard.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku said softly, "...I am an unfortunate person, and I may not be worthy of him...I can't only think of myself."

"There's no such thing as luck or misfortune. You're underestimating yourself!" Honjo Yuka said helplessly, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, let's go find Hana... If she's not up yet, we'll steal her blanket!"

Chapter Fifty-Three: "Cold on the outside, warm on the inside"

The two girls went to Takanashi's house, greeted Ms. Chiko who opened the door, and went straight upstairs.

The door to the room where the birds danced and the flowers swayed was not closed.

Yuka poked her head inside and saw a messy room—lyrics and sheet music were scattered everywhere, and there wasn't even a place to step.

She was utterly speechless; this was truly a bad habit that she couldn't break no matter what she did.

Mikazuki Seisakusho, who was next to her, tugged at her sleeve, gesturing for her to look towards the bed.

She turned her head and saw the room's owner lying on the bed, burying his head in the blankets like an ostrich.

She paused, avoiding the manuscript on the ground, walked over, looked him up and down, and tentatively said, "If you've been kidnapped, blink so I can find someone to rescue you."

Mikazuki Seisakusou, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but glance at her.

You're so funny on such a cold day.

The little bird, whose hands were flapping haphazardly outside, paused, then burrowed deeper into the blankets and mumbled, "I'm not going over today."

"Let's not talk about whether we can get through or not..." Motoyoshi Yuka frowned slightly and said, "Can you come out first?"

She has mild claustrophobia and is not used to such scenes.

Seeing mascot costumes on the street, as well as activities like diving, swimming, holding your breath, and even a stuffy nose, all make me feel very uncomfortable...

So even at home, no matter how cold the weather, how strong the wind, or how heavy the rain, she would never close the windows completely, so that the air in the room could always circulate.

Little Bird Flower Dance knew this too, so it obediently crawled out of the quilt and even conscientiously opened the window a little.

Honjo Yuuka took a deep breath, feeling a bit better, then looked at Kotori Hanami's flushed cheeks and said speechlessly, "Are you really planning to suffocate yourself?"

Little Bird Flower Dance looked sullen and didn't reply—what happened earlier was too embarrassing for her to say.

"So why didn't you go? Did the recording go badly?"

"No, the song has already been recorded..." Takanashi Hanako said, covering her face. "I just made a huge fool of myself in front of Kotegawa... so, so I'd better not show myself for now."

"Embarrassing?" Honjo Yuka and Mikazuki Haruka exchanged a glance. The former's eyes lit up as she probed, "Did you fart?"

Takanashi Hanamai immediately became embarrassed and annoyed: "Idiot! No way!"

"What happened?" Motoyo Yuka said, "Hana-mai, we're good friends, what can't we talk about? Tell me, tell me, and I'll never tell anyone else!"

The little bird, Hanako, immediately held its breath and turned its head to crawl back under the covers.

Jia was immediately upset and quickly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore! Come out! Come out now!"

Little Bird Swimming Flower Dance hummed, then pushed the blanket aside.

Jia let out a sigh of relief, as if she had crawled into bed.

She urged, "Hurry up and change your clothes. There are a lot of ingredients today, and the two of them might not be able to handle it all."

"No, I'm not going!"

"This is the first time we've had a meal together with Kotegawa. Are you really going to just stand him up like this? Don't you plan to see or talk to him again? You're in the same class."

Mikazuki Seisakusho chimed in, "Anyway, there will definitely be more embarrassing things in the future, so why not start letting him try to get used to it now? That way, once he gets used to it, he won't think you're embarrassing anymore."

"..." Takanashi Hanamai stared blankly at the two of them, thinking to herself, "Did I owe you two money in my past life, which is why I'm suffering like this now?"

She held her breath for good.

Yoshika and Mikazuki Seisakusou weren't in a hurry either, and even toured the rooms with great interest.

Just then, a greeting came from downstairs.

Is anyone home? Sorry to bother you!

Outside the window was the yard of the Kotegawa Kami family. The two walked closer and looked around. Mikazuki Haruka said softly, "It's Kurumi and her younger brother."

Takanashi Hanako said "Oh," and added, "Kotekawa-sensei mentioned this in the group last night, and he even asked everyone for their opinions."

"Don't you guys think that Kurumi seems quite interested in Kotegawa?" Motoba Yuka, who was still watching downstairs, suddenly asked.

The other two were taken aback, then both seemed to be deep in thought.

I think it's actually quite possible.

"Let's go, let's go, we should go back!" Motoba Yuka grabbed Mikazuki Haruka and hurriedly ran outside; they had indeed been out for a while.

"Wait for me too!" Takanashi Hanamai opened the wardrobe.

"Huh? Weren't you not going?"

"...I've changed my mind again, is that not allowed?"

……

The rain outside gradually intensified.

In the living room, Shirakawa Kurumi looked at him and asked curiously, "So Kotegawa can cook?"

Kami Kotekawa shook his head and said, "No, I'm just helping Glasses-kun with some work."

"Is this how it is?" Shirakawa Kurumi looked towards the kitchen.

Over there, Sorata's gaze darted around, his heart pounding, and his scalp tingling: "Y-hello..."

He was indeed a little afraid to see Shirakawa Kurumi. After all, last time when they were discussing her, he was caught red-handed, and he even ran away like a coward...

Shirakawa Kurumi didn't take it to heart at all. She tentatively asked, "Do you need any help with that? My brother is quite good at this kind of thing."

Honba Sorata quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, there's no need for that!"

The most difficult-to-process meat has already been stewed; he can handle the rest of the work by himself.

Shirakawa Nozomi didn't speak. He glanced at the kitchen, then at Kotekawa Kami, pondering how to complete the tasks that Shirakawa Kurumi had assigned him.