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

"The person I'm waiting for has arrived." Kotegawa Kami turned his gaze away and reminded Amamiya Sachiko.

"Then I'll go get you the menu!" Sachiko Amamiya got up and skipped away.

"Hey, it's been a long time!" Chiko Kazuma strode into the store and sat down directly opposite him.

The eldest grandson of the Senko family was as kind-looking as ever. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was very clean-cut.

Not only the person, but also the demeanor is very clean.

"It really has been a long time..." Kotegawa Kami said politely, even though the two of them had only been apart for a little over a week.

Kazuma Senko glanced around the coffee shop, a look of interest in his eyes: "A restaurant in a coffee shop? That sounds interesting. So, do you have any recommendations?"

"The food here is quite good, and there's a special recommended dish every day. Today it's salt-grilled tuna," said Kotekawa Kami, glancing at Mikazuki Haruka who was carrying a bowl of ice water over there.

"Welcome..." Mikazuki Haruka said politely, and then placed the ice water in front of Senko and Shinsuke.

Chiko Kazuma thanked her and then pondered, "Salt-grilled tuna? Let's order some first and try it."

Kotegawa Kami nodded and said to Mikazuki, "Let's start with ten plates of salt-grilled tuna."

"Okay." Mikazuki Seisakusaku said softly, and quickly went to the kitchen with the empty plates.

Sitting opposite her, Chiko Kazuma was a little confused: "You can't eat that much, can you?"

"Can't you even finish one plate? Did you already eat?"

Qianzi Kazuma: "..."

He thought for a while, shook his head, and stopped pursuing the question. He took a sip of ice water and said to Furutekawa Kami, "I came here mainly because of something."

Kotekawa Kami sat up straight and listened attentively, saying, "Please speak."

“It’s like this…” Chiko Kazuma explained, “A classmate’s older sister asked me to help her ask if you are interested in a job.”

"Work?" Kami's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly, "What kind of work? Is there a new [Wild Samurai] to be demoted?"

Senko Kazuma was taken aback, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "Where are there so many [wild samurai]? How are we supposed to live?"

He took another sip of water: "The job involves sparring with a high school student. As long as you defeat him, it doesn't matter if it's a weapon or a fist or foot technique."

"Shall we have a friendly spar?" Kami Kotekawa asked, listening intently as no one spoke.

"If we win, we'll get a reward of 500,000 yen... It's a bit small, but it's a very simple job," Chiko Kazuma explained patiently.

He doesn't think Kamiko Kotegawa will lose.

On the contrary, I really felt that the reward of 500,000 was too little.

"Five hundred thousand?" Kotekawa Kami nodded slightly and asked, "What's the opponent's strength? What are their specialties?"

“This…” Chiko Kazuma was taken aback and said awkwardly, “Sorry, I forgot to ask… How about this, when are you free, I’ll take you to meet my classmate’s older sister.”

Kotekawa Kami hesitated for a moment: "Is it urgent? If it is, how about tomorrow noon?"

Chiko Kazuma thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Tomorrow at noon probably won't work. She's a little injured and her temper is really bad right now... Anyway, there's no rush. Let's wait until she calms down first. Are you free this weekend?"

"I can't do it on weekends, I have other work."

"Oh, I see... I'll ask around for you later, and I'll come to the school to see you around noon so we can have a quick meeting."

"it is good!"

Chapter Seventy-Five: The Simple and Honest People of Tokyo (Part Three)

The night was dim, and the stars high in the sky seemed to be collectively dressed in a rainbow of light.

In the North District, inside a kendo dojo building located in a remote area, there is a large storeroom with a small house inside.

Inside the small house was a long dining table with two rows of candles burning silently on it. The bright yellow light shone through the window and onto the walls of the surrounding storerooms.

About seven people sat around the dining table.

They were all dressed in black trench coats, with their hands clasped in front of their chests, their eyes lowered, and their faces hidden behind masks.

The man sitting in the main seat, with a huge, ferocious portrait on the wall behind him, looked up at the empty seat and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are so many people missing today, Holy Communion?"

The others looked at each other, then shook their heads in silence.

A sharp voice suddenly rang out from the portrait behind him: "Reporting to the Chairman, Liu Wulang went missing last Saturday! Jiro, Sanro, and Shiro went out to look for him, but they're gone too!"

"Parrot Hyakuro! Get off the portrait of the evil god!"

"Yes!" A sharp voice rang out as a bird flapped its wings and flew onto the dining table, its claws still stained with some of the mural's paint.

Everyone stared at it coldly.

But the bird was not afraid at all. Its big, bright eyes were full of life. It held its head high, walked gracefully with its legs outstretched, and dragged its long tail feathers all the way to the very end of the table, where it flapped its wings and jumped down.

Only a few bird feathers remained, slowly drifting down onto the dining table.

The man called the president had an unpredictable expression on his face, illuminated by the candlelight.

But you could tell he was really angry.

Whether it's paint stains on the tablecloth or bird feathers scattered all over the table.

……

At 8:30 p.m., in front of the coffee shop on Yumi Street, Kami Kotegawa waved and watched as Kazuma Senko drove away.

After the car disappeared from sight, he turned around and went back into the shop, grabbed his things, and said to Mikazuki Haruka, who was standing quietly waiting for him, "Sorry to keep you waiting, shall we go?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho nodded silently, turned around and bowed slightly to the white cat shopkeeper, and they left together.

On the way back, she glanced at the long wooden box that Furutekawa Kami was holding and asked curiously, "Is this a gift you received?"

"This?" Kotekawa Kami opened the box, glanced at the sheathed longsword inside, and shook his head: "No, I bought it."

A few days ago, Senji Hisashi wanted to give him this sword, but he didn't want to take things for free and refused outright.

Then Senko Hisashi tossed the sword to Senko Kazuma.

Senko and Kazuma didn't know what to do with the sword, so they just kept it in the trunk of their car.

They were having dinner together earlier, and when they talked about this, Chiko and Mako mentioned it briefly.

So Kotekawa Kamimi bought it, at a friendly price.

I have eight jobs to do this Saturday, and the sword I bought from Youjia might not last.

So he happened to need it.

Mikazuki lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up and asked, "Furutegawa, what exactly do you do for a living?"

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback. Looking into her pure, large eyes, he smiled and said, "If you're willing to keep this a secret, I might be able to tell you."

"What do you mean?"

"That means we can't tell anyone, including Yuka, Takanashi, and Glasses-kun."

"Then why can't we tell them?"

"Because my uncle and Glasses-kun's father are good friends, and the job I do now has a reason that I have to keep from my uncle, so I can't let Glasses-kun and the others know."

Kotegawa Kami walked lazily: "So, if Mikazuki doesn't have the confidence to keep this a secret, let's leave it at that. Just know that what I did wasn't bad."

Mikazuki was silent for a moment, then stopped and extended her fair left pinky finger: "No, I can keep the secret... We can pinky swear first."

Kami Kotekawa blinked, then asked with interest, "Is it that pinky promise, the one where you pinky hug for a hundred years and never change?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho paused, her cheeks flushing red. She stomped her foot hard on the floor, shouting, "What hug? It's a lie that liars have to swallow a thousand needles!"

"Swallowing needles?" Kotekawa Kami swallowed hard and suggested, "How about we change it to a hug? Swallowing needles is too scary."

Mikazuki remained silent in the clear sky, strode forward, and ignored him.

"Actually, I was just joking."

Kotekawa caught up in a few steps and extended his right little finger.

Mikazuki Seisakusho twitched his nose and raised his left hand.

Two fingers hooked together, and Mikazuki Seisakusou recited the terrifying oath very seriously.

"Those who break their oaths will have their fingers cut off and be punched ten thousand times; those who lie will have to swallow a thousand needles..."

Looking at the girl's earnest and devout expression, Kotekawa Kami had a vague feeling that "if you lie, you'll really be fed needles."

"Alright, you can tell me now." After reciting her vow, Mikazuki Haruka looked at him with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

Kotekawa Kami nodded and waved to her.

Mikazuki Seisakusho hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to brush aside one side of her hair, revealing her delicate, white ear, and leaned closer.

Kotegawa Kami also approached, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from the girl, and whispered, "I'm a bounty hunter."

The hot breath hit Mikazuki's cheeks, earlobes, and neck, and soon a pink blush appeared.

It's so itchy...

She turned her head to the side, raised her hand to scratch, her big eyes filled with shock, but also with relief.

So he was a bounty hunter... I should have guessed.

Kami, who had been observing her reaction, turned his head and asked, "Were you startled?"

Actually, bounty hunters don't have a very good reputation.

They can be roughly equated with "outlaws".

Because the money they make comes from risking their lives.

Mikazuki Seisakusho shook his head and whispered, "No, I think it's amazing."

Kotekawa Kami curled the corners of his mouth slightly. He thought for a moment, then extended his right little finger: "Alright, now that Mikazuki knows my secret, am I also qualified to know one of Mikazuki's secrets?"

Mikazuki Seisakusho paused for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Bust and waist measurements are not allowed, and anything suggestive is also not allowed!"

Furukawa Kami: "..."

He said helplessly, "Look at what you're saying, what kind of person do you take me for?"

Mikazuki Haruka tightened her collar; she had just been trying to find different ways to hug her.