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

"Not necessarily, I will prioritize following my own heart."

Q: "If you could say one thing to Kami Kotegawa, what would it be?"

"What can I say... be happy every day?" Honba Sorata looked bewildered. Why would someone ask such a strange question?

Adventure: "If you're sitting across from a girl, tell me what you admire most about her."

"..."

"Furugawa-kun, we know your preferences, so please don't try to lie!"

"..."

"Furategawa-kun?"

Kotekawa Kami gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and covered his face with one hand: "The size of... the breasts."

A chorus of boos erupted.

Sitting opposite her, Mikazuki Haruka blushed deeply.

The light in Kotegawa Kami's eyes disappeared.

Of the people present, only Shirakawa Kurumi, who was unaware of the matter, looked blankly at herself. She looked down at herself and became even more confused.

Breasts and such are just excess fat, aren't they?

Q: "Please say one thing you most want to say to the person sitting on your left."

Question: "Please name the black brand you usually wear..."

Question: "Please name three things you are best at."

ask:"……"

The twenty-five cards also decreased at a visible rate.

The group of people in front of the coffee table were no longer as cheerful as before; their eyes were red, and they looked just like gamblers who had lost everything and were clamoring to go to some rooftop.

Originally, only three people were truly "dead": Motoba Yuka, Shirakawa Nozomi, and Kotegawa Kami.

As a result, three more black-themed topics surfaced, and of the remaining four people, all except for Honjo Sora were also eliminated.

However, Kong Tai is practically "dead" in this game... He was the one who attracted the most hatred today.

Now it's finally over, only one card is left.

The last [demon/spirit] is Mikazuki Seisakusaku.

The last deity is Kotegawa Kami.

Kamiko Kotekawa picked up the card, placed it in the middle of the coffee table, and, under Mikazuki Seisaku's tense gaze, read it aloud clearly: "Birthday, hobbies, favorite and disliked foods, favorite and disliked members of the opposite sex..."

"There are so many problems on this card..." Kotegawa Kami muttered to himself.

On the other side, Shirakawa Nozomi remained expressionless. He had written the card, but it was addressed to Kotekawa Kamimi!

Mikazuki Seisakusaku glanced at the card, breathed a sigh of relief, and pursed his lips as he replied, "My birthday is December 12th..."

"December 12th?" Kotekawa Kami's eyes widened slightly. It was the same day as his!

"...If studying counts as an interest, then it is studying. My favorite food is buckwheat noodles, I hate sukiyaki, I don't have a crush on anyone, and I dislike frivolous and dishonest men."

A low chuckle broke out.

Kotekawa Kami's expression was calm and composed; he was neither frivolous nor had any ill intentions, so it wasn't him being discussed.

The last card was played, and all the cards were piled up on the coffee table.

Everyone leaned back on the sofa, letting out a sigh of relief, but also gritting their teeth, feeling more ashamed than they had imagined.

I was careless, so careless!

Kami Kotekawa was also reflecting on the matter, and he felt that the game should not be called the "Friendship Ending" game.

I must say, Glasses Guy is quite the talent.

The only one who hadn't publicly embarrassed himself much looked around excitedly and said, "How about it? This game is fun, isn't it? How about we rewrite the questions and play another round?"

"One more lap!" Shirakawa Nozomi agreed in a deep voice, unwilling to let it end like this.

Everyone turned their heads and glanced at the two of them.

Takanashi Hanamai stood up, feeling exhausted. "Sorry, I have work to do, so I'll be going now..." Before leaving, she glanced at Honba Sorata and smiled. "Glasses-kun, it's best not to walk alone at night these days!"

She couldn't ask the right person any of the questions she wanted to ask, and instead suffered quite a bit herself.

"I still have to work in the evening..." Takanashi Hana said softly, glancing at Honjo Sora as well.

"Yes, it's getting late, we should head back... See you tomorrow! Oh, Glasses-kun? Don't walk alone at night these next few days!" With a beaming smile and no sign of anger, Shirakawa Kurumi led a reluctant Shirakawa Nozomi away.

Honba Yuuka's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she coldly stared at Honba Sorata: "Alright, it's time to go home!"

Sorata was still confused as to why they were reminding him not to walk alone at night, but upon hearing this, he jumped back in shock and asked warily, "What? You want to beat me up?"

After all, they've been siblings for sixteen years, so they have that much understanding between them.

"Beat you up?" Yuuka's face was filled with malice: "Today I'm going to beat you to death!"

"Why should I! What did I do to you?" Glasses-kun yelled, trying to scare away Yuka Honba's dangerous idea with his voice.

His combat strength was only 05, and he couldn't even beat a goose normally. So when facing Motoba Yuuki, who was taller and heavier than him, he could only get beaten up. Seeing that shouting was ineffective, he hurriedly asked Kotegawa Kamimi for help: "Help, help me!"

Kami Kotekawa seemed lost in thought when his arm was shaken. He came to his senses, sighed, and said, "You should be more careful!"

"Furugawa?" Sorata Honba couldn't believe that his good friend was actually on the same side as his "devil".

Honba Yuuka sneered, her right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing Honba Sorata by the ear and leaving the place.

Kotekawa Kami watched the siblings leave, then chuckled wryly, shook his head, got up to tidy the table, slung his sword sheath over his shoulder, grabbed an umbrella, and went out for dinner.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: I'm in Trouble (Part Two)

The evening unfolded as usual.

After dinner, Kotegawa Kami drank café au lait without coffee while watching the rain, and they left together after Mikazuki Seisakusho finished get off work.

I took her home and then did some street patrol.

Mikazuki Seisaku's attitude towards him remained unchanged, which reassured Kotegawa Kami. Sure enough, he wasn't being talked about in the afternoon.

The night deepened, as cool as the bright moon in the sky.

Kotekawa Kamimi wandered around the bridge at the border of Kita Ward and Bunkyo Ward, hoping to encounter another person who could control a shikigami to kill him.

This time he learned his lesson and didn't attack the face. He tried other places, as long as he could incapacitate the enemy without killing it.

He is also proficient in the Wudang version of grappling techniques—the Golden Thread Wrist Binding Technique.

However, unsurprisingly, I ended up with nothing.

Around 11 p.m., he gave up waiting and went home with his sword. But before going to sleep, he received a message from Shirakawa Kurumi.

"Hmph, so Kotegawa is a big boob fetishist?"

"To clarify, I'm not into big breasts, I just like girls with 'broad-mindedness'."

"Hmm? Is there anything different?"

"Of course they're different. Big breast fetishists are fanatics, while I just like it, I'm far from being a fanatic."

"Kotegawa's words are just like his personality, just as pleasant to hear."

"..." Kotekawa Kami couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a sarcastic remark or an insult.

He thought for a moment, then typed a message: "Is Shirakawa-kun angry? Why?"

"Heh, why would I be angry?" Shirakawa Kurumi replied instantly.

"No, I was just guessing..."

Inside Shirakawa Kurumi's room, a beautiful girl dressed in a light cherry blossom-colored nightgown let out a soft hum. Her slender, fair fingers swiped across her phone screen.

She finally understood why Kotegawa Kami had said "I'm really not interested" when they were joking around that morning.

So it turns out they disliked her because she had a flat figure!

Hmph! What a shallow fellow!

What's so great about having big breasts? Not only do you get lewd stares, but it's also inconvenient to move around! Ugh, so superficial!

She thought of one of her good friends, who was also the daughter of a shrine maiden, but because of her large breasts, she had to wrap them tightly with cloth every time she went out on a mission... It looked painful.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen that girl Yachiyo. I might ask her how she developed so well tomorrow..." The flat-chested beauty glanced down, pouted again, rolled over on the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, puffed out her cheeks, and closed her eyes.

……

In the chaotic recording studio, Takanashi Hanamaru yawned and shut down the computer. The master tape of the song was finally finished, and now all that was left was to wait for feedback from the client.

The soundproof door was pushed open, and Ms. Takanashi, dressed in pajamas with a dangerously messy hairstyle, asked softly, "Is it over?"

"Yeah, it's finally over!" Takanashi Hanamai stretched lazily, now she could finally relax and slack off for a while.

"You've worked hard, go to sleep. You have to get up early for school tomorrow." Chiko Takanashi patted her daughter's hair.

Looking at her mother so close to her, Takanashi Hanamai paused, then suddenly asked without warning, "Why is Mom an E-cup, but I'm only an A-cup?"

Chiko Takanashi was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Why are you suddenly concerned about this? You never used to care. Do you have a crush on someone?"

"No way!" Takanashi Hanamai naturally wouldn't admit it.

"It just suddenly occurred to me! Really!"

“That’s true…” Chiko Takanashi thought for a moment, then asked in bewilderment, “But you’re right, you’re sixteen years old, why are you still so flat-chested? Didn’t Mom already have a D cup when she was sixteen?”

There's nothing to hide between a mother and daughter about these kinds of things.

"Do you think this is how my life will be?" Takanashi Hanamaru asked, somewhat uneasy.

"How could that be! You're only sixteen! You're still a long way from finishing puberty!" Chiko Takanashi vehemently denied it, but before her daughter could feel reassured, she herself began to waver, hesitatingly saying, "But your looks are more like that bastard of a father's. What if your breasts are like his and not mine..."

"..."

Something seems off.