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

Mainly because he's too strong. When he charges forward with the ball, he has an invincible aura that makes anyone's eyelids twitch.

It's just a game of ball, no need to make a fuss, no need to make a fuss.

During the second half, the students from Class 5 requested that Kotekawa Kamimi be banned, otherwise they would not play and would let Class 2 play by themselves.

Neither of the two PE teachers had any objections. The first half was basically one-sided, and the students from Class 5 were just like the spectators watching the excitement; they were all dozing off.

So, Kami Kotekawa went off the field. He had originally planned to protest, but the PE teacher told him to play volleyball with the girls. He thought about it and looked at the girls bouncing around, and it seemed pretty good, so he gave in.

No, this isn't called compromise, it's called listening to the teacher.

After he left, the basketball court instantly became heated, with both sides trading baskets back and forth, evenly matched, creating a lively atmosphere.

On the girls' side, Shirakawa Kurumi, who was resting on the sidelines, tilted her head and looked at him in surprise, asking, "What are you doing here?"

Kami Kotekawa plopped down next to her: "They think I'm too strong."

"what?"

"So the teacher asked me to come here and keep an eye on things so that if anyone gets hurt, I can take them to the infirmary right away."

He looked at the girls jumping around on the volleyball court and casually made a joke.

As for actually playing volleyball, forget it; the teacher was probably just saying it casually. But sitting here and watching should be fine.

Shirakawa Kurumi smiled, her eyes darting around as she blinked and said, "Perfect timing! I was just getting bored. How about... we go have a fight?"

"A fight?" Kotekawa Kami pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, "The kind of fight between fairies?"

"Fairies fighting? What do you mean?" Shirakawa Kurumi looked puzzled.

“Oh, I was just talking nonsense…” Kotekawa Kami stood up: “How do you want to fight? Weapons? Hands and feet?”

Shirakawa Kurumi didn't answer, but smiled and stretched out her little hand.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at her sideways and reached out to pull her up.

Shirakawa Kurumi put her hands behind her back with satisfaction, looked him up and down, and said slowly, "Besides fists, swords, and bows, what else can you do?"

After a moment's thought, Kami Kotekawa replied, "Actually, these aren't my specialties."

Shirakawa Kurumi, who had only asked casually, was immediately shocked. How could someone who was already so strong not be good at anything?

"What is that? A firearm? Or some other weapon?"

Kotekawa Kamimi slightly raised his chin, extended his right index finger, and waved it in front of her: "It's about health preservation."

When it comes to this, no one understands health preservation better than the Taoist disciples.

"Health preservation? That's amazing..." Shirakawa Kurumi said, bewildered.

"You want to compete with me in this?"

"How could that be!" Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes at him. She didn't want to compete in fists, swords, or bows, so how could she possibly choose the stronger "health preservation" method?

"Let's compare...right, what are you not so good at?"

"Not good at it?" Kotekawa Kami pondered for a long while before hesitatingly saying, "Mathematics, I guess? I'm not very good at math."

"Mathematics?" Shirakawa Kurumi's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly, "You failed math too?"

"No, I always get 97 in math, I can never get above 100... Are you good at math?"

"Not very good?" Shirakawa Kurumi's smile froze on her face, and she said irritably, "55 points!"

"55?" Kami Kotekawa was taken aback, and said in surprise, "Isn't that hovering around the passing mark?"

Shirakawa Kurumi leaned closer and pointed to her cheek, asking, "Am I pretty?"

Kotekawa Kami subconsciously hummed in agreement.

"It was earned through my academic achievements!"

Kotekawa Kami didn't believe it at all. This excuse was really fresh and unconventional. How could academic ability have anything to do with how good-looking you are? Otherwise, what about Yuuka, Mikazuki, Takanashi, Glasses-kun... not counting Glasses-kun; and Shirakawa Nozomi and me, wouldn't we all be academic failures?

If it were a case of "big breasts, no brains," that would be understandable, but you have neither...

As he muttered to himself, he came to a conclusion.

He looked at Shirakawa Kurumi and said bluntly, "Stop talking nonsense, you just don't like studying!"

Shirakawa Kurumi was speechless, then waved her hand haphazardly: "Let's not talk about that anymore, let's talk about what we're competing in!"

"I remember you said fighting."

"Would you be willing to have your hands and feet tied?"

"???"

"If you don't want to, then forget I said anything... Shall we go for a walk?"

Kotekawa Kami looked at her, wondering to himself how incredibly boring it must have been for him to have talked such a long string of nonsense with this guy.

He plopped back down on the ground, looking at the bouncing girls: "No, I still need to keep an eye on them."

"You're looking at her chest, aren't you?" Shirakawa Kurumi snorted, just as she was thinking of some excuse to trick Furude Kami into taking a walk with her, when several upperclassmen walked straight toward her.

She frowned and sat down, leaning close to Kamiko Kotegawa.

The soft, squishy surface pressed against his body, and Kotekawa felt a rush of blood to his head. He asked in surprise, "What are you doing in public?"

"Some annoying people are coming over. Help me chase them away, and I'll buy you an iced soda later!"

"Someone I hate?" Kotegawa Kamimi turned his head and saw the three upperclassmen walking in this direction.

The three people walked straight up to him, their faces expressionless. The boy in the lead had an annoyingly domineering air about him. He looked at Kotekawa Kami and ordered, "This student, please leave first. We have something to discuss with Shirakawa-kun."

Shirakawa Kurumi grasped his shoulder and shook her head.

Kotekawa Kami stood up, looking down at the person in front of him with his 1.86-meter height, and approached step by step: "What if I don't leave?"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Punching the Deer Park Kindergarten (Part Two)

Furutekawa Kami looked down at them, much like a chef selecting lambs.

When he is serious, his muscles are always unconsciously slightly bulging, so that he can deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

But to others, it seemed as if he would suddenly throw a punch.

There's a chilling sense of wanting to devour someone.

The three second-graders instinctively stepped back, and then back again.

The scene froze for a moment.

The second-year boy who had just given the order felt a chill run down his spine and his heart race more than anyone else when Kotegawa Kami stared at him. The mental pressure caused physical discomfort, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took a few steps back until he felt safe before he regained his ability to speak.

He tilted his head back and glared back fiercely.

"Oh ho?" Kotekawa Kami stepped forward.

He quickly retreated.

It looks like they're dancing the tango.

Shirakawa Kurumi, standing next to him, inconsiderately covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

The second-year student's cheeks were flushed, and he looked exasperated.

The other two finally realized what they were there for. The only girl looked at Shirakawa Kurumi and said, "Shirakawa-kun, can we talk somewhere else?"

Shirakawa Kurumi shook her head slightly: "I'm sorry, my reply is the same as before."

"But are you really not going to reconsider?" The senior student asked kindly, "Shirakawa-kun, this is a very rare opportunity to gain experience, and it will be of great benefit to you in the future."

Shirakawa Kurumi blinked: "So what are the specific benefits?"

"Well..." The senior student opened her mouth, then stammered, "For example, being able to adapt to society more easily or something..."

Shirakawa Kurumi shook her head, feeling disgusted again. Sure enough, it was the same old line used to fool idiots.

Knowing that her usual persuasive words wouldn't work anymore, the senior student simply stated bluntly: "Shirakawa, you also have an obligation to do your part for the school. We need your strength, so please join us! Actually, we can also force you to join through your homeroom teacher."

Although these words are harsh, they are more comforting than the long string of empty talk just now.

Shirakawa Kurumi stretched out her slender white fingers and, mimicking Kotekawa Kami's gesture, cleared her throat.

"First, there is no rule in the school that forces students to do work for the school."

"Secondly, although I am not a formal staff member of the Special Section, my treatment and status are the same as those of formal staff members. In other words, my treatment is the same as that of Teacher Ichijo. If you really want to use your power, I will first complain to the school and then report it to the Special Affairs Office of the Special Section and the Onmyōryō."

The senior's expression immediately changed, and so did the other two boys.

Kurumi Shirakawa added, "Please don't misunderstand, this isn't a threat, it's a warning."

She'd been annoyed by this for over a week, and if it continued like this, she was really going to do it.

After all, she really just wanted to enjoy her school life freely, instead of having to grovel and be bossed around by others.

And they didn't give us a single cent.

Why? Why?

The senior student dared not utter any harsh words. She finally realized that the other party was not just a student, but had the means and ability to resist. For a moment, she did not know what to say, and could only force a smile: "Please do not misunderstand, Shirakawa-san. The main reason for inviting Shirakawa-san was Professor Ichijo's suggestion. If you really do not want to, you might as well go and talk to Professor Ichijo yourself. We will not disturb you for now."

After saying that, they turned and left in a hurry.

Even the usually composed Shirakawa Kurumi couldn't keep up the smile; she looked utterly dejected.

Seeing that he finally had a chance to speak, Kawakami asked, "What are they doing?"

"Oh, people from the Special Security Department."

"Special Security Department? A criminal organization?"

"Well, you could call it a club, but not entirely..." Shirakawa Kurumi lost interest in going for a walk and plopped down on the ground, explaining, "It's a department that temporarily handles supernatural events at the school. You know, each school has two members from the Special Affairs Division stationed there. The Special Security Department is run by them... It mainly involves doing odd jobs that they don't like, like patrolling the school, delivering documents, cleaning offices, and serving tea and water..."

"I see!" Kotekawa Kami, who was unaware that such a department existed at the school, couldn't help but ask, "Does it pay?"

Shirakawa Kurumi rolled her eyes: "You want peaches? How could you possibly have the money! Going to a place like that would mean not only being their laborer and thug, but also being summoned and dismissed at will. Only a fool would go there!"

Kamiko Kotekawa frowned: "Isn't that just getting something for free?"

He hated nothing more than freeloading... no, being freeloaded.