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

"When guys look at a woman, the first part they notice is her legs. They're usually very attractive, and they don't even need to talk to her about it!"

"Yes, what Kotegawa means is that you like it too."

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"Why don't you just say you like it? You're a bit of a closet pervert, Kotegawa."

Being called a repressed pervert by someone who is actually a repressed pervert, Kotekawa Kami was a little unconvinced. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "No, I should still prefer not to wear more clothes."

"Bare legs?" Takanashi Hanako glanced down at the pantyhose under her skirt and joked, "That's a real shame. Apart from PE class and swimming class, you probably won't see any girls with bare legs at Kotegawa School."

Kotekawa Kami didn't speak, but turned his head and gave her a strange look.

The way he talks makes it sound like his first thought would be to look at the legs.

Takanashi Hanamai's expression stiffened, and she remembered a certain fact, so she glared back at him irritably.

The shopping mall was just ahead, and more and more students in school uniforms were appearing on the street.

Kotekawa Kami suddenly said "Wait a moment," walked over to the ice cream shop next door, and asked the clerk for two ice creams.

Birdsong Flower Dance followed behind, whispering, "I can buy it myself."

Kami Kotekawa was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and calmly said, "It's no big deal. Which flavor do you want? Vanilla milk? Or matcha?"

"Okay, matcha is ready."

Kotekawa Kami nodded, paid, handed her the matcha one, licked it with his tongue, and walked forward.

Little Bird Swimming said thank you softly, looked around, and pointed to a small park not far away, saying, "Shall we eat over there before going to the mall?"

"it is good."

The two found a bench to rest on, sat down together, and started licking their ice cream.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at the matcha flavor in her hand, thought for a moment, then handed over his own, tentatively asking, "Would you like to try mine?"

"Eh? Eh?" Takanashi Hanamai's cheeks gradually flushed red.

This kind of thing is not allowed...

"Don't you like vanilla milk?" Kamiko Kotegawa asked, somewhat disappointed.

"No, I'll just have one bite..." Takanashi Hana's breathing became rapid, and she was almost out of breath. She looked around guiltily, quickly moved closer, and took a bite.

Kotegawa Kamimi said happily, "Let me try yours too!"

"Mmm, mmm..." Takanashi Hanamai blushed and didn't dare to look at him, she could only raise the ice cream in her hand.

Kotekawa Kami looked at it from side to side, then took a bite, and a crescent-shaped notch immediately appeared on the ice cream.

"Matcha is definitely the best..." he smacked his lips, expressing his approval of the ice cream shop's quality.

Then he started eating the food in his hand with gusto.

There was a faint kiwi smell on the spot where Kotori had bitten her, so it seems she secretly ate some dried fruit again during the last class.

The two fell silent for a moment.

After finishing the food in a few bites, Kotekawa Kami gently rubbed his forehead and looked to the side.

The little bird, Hanako, is licking the ice cream little by little with its pink little tongue.

Her gaze was focused, her full, cherry-colored lips glistened, and as she gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a strange hint of shyness crept in.

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then looked down slightly, and his mood immediately calmed down again.

It's as cold as ice cream you just ate.

After the little bird, like a kitten, finished licking its ice cream, the two of them set off for the mall, heading straight for the section selling stockings.

Perhaps because there were girls around, the way he looked at Kotegawa Kami wasn't so strange.

Kami Kotekawa was somewhat dazzled by what he saw.

"How despicable!" he muttered to himself.

What a fine thing to say! It's so ferocious! It's so inappropriate ...

That's despicable! Absolutely despicable!

Over there, Takanashi Hanamaru was searching through the boxes. After a moment, her eyes lit up, she reached for a box, shook it, and said, "OK, found it!"

Kotekawa Kami took the bill, glanced at the number, and nodded: "Let's go, let's pay the bill."

They went to the counter and paid under the slightly strange, back-and-forth gaze of the clerk.

After they left the mall carrying a black bag, Takanashi Hanamai asked with slight confusion, "Why did that shop assistant look at us with that strange gaze?"

"Maybe they misunderstood what you were wearing?" Kotekawa Kami guessed.

"You can buy things with girls over there, like... [unintelligible text]... [unintelligible text]... [unintelligible text]... [unintelligible text]... [unintelligible text]..."

"Huh? That can't be right?" Kotekawa Kami took out the receipt from his pocket and glanced at it. When he saw two certain words, his eyelids twitched for no reason.

He fell silent, coughed, and turned around, saying, "It seems we really bought the wrong thing. Let's go back and exchange it."

"Is it really a problem with the stockings? Let me see." Takanashi Hanamai held out her hand for the ticket.

"Well, there's nothing much to see here," Kotekawa Kamimi stammered, quickening his pace as he headed into the shop.

Damn it, even Takanashi's eyesight is terrible! She bought bedding instead of household items!

No wonder the shop assistant looked at me so strangely!

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Simple and Honest People of Tokyo (Part Two)

After exchanging the items with the shop assistant, the two left the mall dejectedly. When they got back to their doorstep, Takanashi Hanamai didn't even say goodbye and rushed straight home.

Seeing this, Kotekawa Kami laughed, took out his key, opened the door, went back to his room to change his clothes, and went to the yard to practice his skills and martial arts.

He started throwing the two large barbells into the air in various ways.

After tossing the barbell for about ten minutes, he breathed a sigh of relief, put it down, adjusted his breathing, and began practicing Tai Chi.

The curtains above her head were drawn open, and the little bird, playing among the flowers, peeked out for a while before looking relieved. She then sat back down at the desk she had moved to the windowsill and began writing musical notes.

The afternoon sun was just right, neither too hot nor too dry.

She could hear the sounds of Kotegawa Kami practicing his skills outside the window, but she didn't find it noisy at all.

……

The sky gradually darkened without us even noticing.

Kotegawa Kami looked up at the high sky, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thought to himself that the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

He glanced again at the light on in the room where the birds danced, raised his voice to remind them to close the window, and then turned and went back inside.

Little Birdsong and Flower Dance looked up as he entered the bathroom, then closed the window, humming a melody as she continued composing music.

The real-life life of a singer is just so ordinary.

Half an hour later, it was completely dark. After taking a shower, Kotekawa Kami took his sword and went out. On his way to the cat cafe, he suddenly received a call from Chiko Kazuma.

Kami Kotekawa answered the call instantly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Is the sword finished?" he asked.

"It seems like it will take another two weeks..." Chiko Kazuma coughed. "Does Kotegawa have time now?"

"Didn't play well..." Kotekawa Kami suppressed his disappointment and said, "I'm on my way to eat now."

"Oh? What a coincidence. If it's convenient, let's meet up. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"A coffee shop in Yumi Street, north of Bunkyo Ward."

"A coffee shop? Okay... wait, weren't you going to eat?"

"Yes! Is there a problem?"

"...Okay, no problem. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

Kami Kotekawa put away his phone and strode forward, quickly arriving at the coffee shop entrance. Before going in, he glanced at the advertising sign next to him, which suddenly lit up brightly, its dim light shining through.

Kotekawa Kami was speechless. He shook his head and stepped inside.

"Welcome..." came a somewhat hesitant greeting.

Sachiko Amamiya, wearing an apron around her waist, was wiping her cash register with a rag, her voluptuous figure revealing its softness.

Kotekawa Kami's gaze unconsciously circled over Sachiko Amamiya's head and rear, but he didn't see her ears or tail. He nodded and found an empty seat.

Kotori Hanako quickly came over, carrying a glass of ice water, her cheeks slightly flushed, and asked softly, "Today's special recommendation is salt-grilled tuna, but it's a bit pricey."

Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment and said, "Let's not order yet. Someone else is coming over later, and I'll ask him what he wants to eat."

"Do you have guests scheduled for today?" Mikazuki Seisakusaku paused for a moment, then nodded slightly without asking any further questions, and whispered, "Just call me later."

After saying that, she took one last look, then left with the empty plate.

Kotekawa Kami saw that there was nothing else to do for the time being, so he took a sip of ice water and casually looked around the shop. He watched Mikazuki Seisakusou bustling around and almost got up to help her a few times.

"How about it? Reconsider the terms from last time?" The white cat, Sachiko Amamiya, sat down opposite him and continued to extend an olive branch.

Kotekawa Kami shook his head with some regret: "I don't have time."

After finishing his meal and sending Mikazuki back, he still had to go catch more members of the Evil Spirit Society, so he really didn't have time to come here to work. Otherwise, he would have been quite happy to come.

“Three days a week! Just come three days a week!” Sachiko Amamiya said, her eyes sparkling.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at her sideways. Ever since he found out she was a big white cat, he always felt like there was a white tail wagging behind her.

"Stop looking, there's no tail during the day!" Sachiko Amamiya covered her back tightly with both hands.

Cats are intelligent, especially a yokai like her; naturally, she could tell at a glance what Kotekawa Kamimi was thinking.

Kotekawa Kami looked away and casually replied, "Not even for a day, I'm too busy."

Sachiko Amamiya persisted: "You're never free? What about your Saturdays and Sundays?"

"Oh? You want to know?" Kotegawa Kami grinned.

The large white cat glanced at the longsword beside him, as if it knew what he was going to do, and immediately shivered, then chuckled awkwardly, "If you don't want to tell me, then I didn't really want to..."

At that moment, a car pulled up outside the coffee shop. Chiko Kazuma, dressed in a fashionable young man's style, got out of the driver's seat, looked back and forth in front of the glass door, and when he saw Kotekawa Kami, his eyes lit up and he quickly walked in.