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

Fujiwara Ai nodded and said, "I'll have to trouble you to take care of it."

Following behind, Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked around the school, secretly deciding whether he should give that kid a good beating later to make him feel his authority and deter him from approaching him. After all, he was very busy and didn't have time to worry about a lazy student.

The two walked through the campus and arrived at the territory of the exorcism club.

Classes haven't ended yet, but the last period is self-study, and because of Ishikawa Yasuhiro's arrival, Fujiwara-sensei called everyone over early.

Of course, it's only Kotegawa Kami and the Shirakawa siblings.

Kotori Hanamai still needs to catch up on her math, and Mikazuki Seisakusou doesn't have time to come over either, as she's aiming for the first-place scholarship.

In the bamboo grove of the exorcism guild, the three people had just finished cleaning up.

It looks like no one has lived here for a while, so there's a lot of dust and stuff.

However, it was the first time that Kotegawa Kami had witnessed the wonders of the Onmyoji's talisman techniques.

The junior priest reluctantly took out a talisman. After he chanted the incantation, the talisman spontaneously combusted. Then, as if a whirlwind had appeared out of thin air, it sucked up all the dust in the small temple, making it a veritable "air washing machine."

Kurumi Shirakawa and Nozomi Shirakawa stood at the door waiting for their two instructors to arrive.

Kotekawa Kami sat cross-legged inside, calming his mind, regulating his energy and spirit, and cultivating his sword energy.

He imbued his true energy into the sword, one, two, three strokes, like stacking buffs layer by layer.

However, we can't stack too many; there are more important things to do tonight.

Ms. Fujiwara glanced at the two siblings at the door and said leisurely, "We've arrived."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro glanced at it and nodded slightly.

Kurumi Shirakawa led Nozomi Shirakawa over and bowed slightly to her teacher: "Teacher, we are ready."

Fujiwara nodded and introduced, "This is the prospective head of Special Section 1, who will be your mentor from now on, Mr. Ishikawa."

"The head of the first section?" The Shirakawa siblings were both surprised and greeted him respectfully.

Good heavens! The teacher actually managed to invite such an amazing person!

Yasuhiro Ishikawa smirked, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He would be very happy if the leader of the Evil Spirit Society didn't have anything on his mind.

But now, the current damn section chief probably wishes he were dead.

Fujiwara-sensei looked into the room and asked, "Where is he?"

"Preparations are underway now."

“Call him out. This match is outdoors, and I don’t want them to tear the house down.” Teacher Fujiwara turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the open space next to the match area. He pointed to the weapon rack that had been set up overnight and said, “The first match is weapons. My student’s weapon seems to be his strongest move.”

“Alright!” Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn’t stand on ceremony. He strode over, glanced at the sword, picked up his most proficient Ōno-tachi, and stood in the center of the open space. His face was weathered, his eyes were deep, and he had the air of a master.

It seems that Lord Fujiwara is serious, and is going straight into a real exorcism tournament, not some wooden or bamboo sword.

Shirakawa Nozomi watched in a daze, thinking to himself that if he had that kind of strength, he could definitely beat Kotegawa Kamimi to tears.

Shirakawa Kurumi stood at the entrance of the dojo and called out softly.

Inside, Kotekawa Kami opened his eyes, gripped his longsword, and walked out step by step.

He stood at the doorway, looked up, and immediately saw Ishikawa Yasuhiro holding an Ōno dachi upside down in the center of the open space, with his back to him.

He paused, somewhat suspicious.

Why does that back view look a little familiar?

"Let's go, don't keep our new mentor waiting." Shirakawa Kurumi lowered her voice, secretly excited: "Furugawa, Fujiwara-sensei really values ​​us this time, the mentor he invited is incredibly talented!"

"Is that so?" Kotekawa Kami's expression turned serious. If he's this powerful, then it can't be Ishikawa Yasuhiro!

He walked over with his sword, first bowing to Fujiwara-sensei, who nodded slightly and gestured towards the field.

Kotekawa Kami understood immediately, cleared his throat, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the retreating figure, and said, "Nice to meet you, teacher. Please guide me!"

After saying that, he drew his longsword, the blade glowing with a faint blue light, the slightly trembling tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and Kotekawa Kamimi assumed an attack stance.

The Shirakawa siblings held their breath.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't looking forward to seeing Kotekawa Kami's first all-out attack.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro tilted his head slightly. The voice behind him sounded familiar. He turned around, his expression serious: "Yes, nice to meet you."

His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and then his gaze subconsciously fell on the long sword in Kotegawa Kami's hand, which was one of the three swords he had given to Kotegawa last night!

Wait, why is it glowing?

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to speak, but suddenly felt a very strong aura rushing towards him, making him breathless, his hands and feet ice-cold, and even his calves spinning.

His jaw moved, but he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

But the huge sense of danger in my heart kept deepening, kept deepening.

"I will die the moment he draws his sword!"

Kotekawa Kami was also stunned, his face filled with astonishment.

Huh? This teacher looks like Yasuhiro Ishikawa!

Could they be brothers?

"Let's begin!" Fujiwara-sensei said casually.

Kotegawa Kami hesitated for a moment, then lowered his body, preparing to draw his sword.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

At a crucial moment, Yasuhiro Ishikawa unleashed his enormous potential.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he decisively threw down his sword, raised his hands high, and shouted, "I surrender!"

Fujiwara no Ai: "

Kurumi Shirakawa:

Nozomi Shirakawa:

Kotekawa Kami stood up speechlessly, withdrawing his stance and aura, and also dissipating the true energy on his sword.

Well, it really is Ishikawa Yasuhiro!

Chapter Ninety-Three: Thursday Night (Part 1) (3/3)

The exorcism shrine, the cleaned-out activity room of the dojo.

Shirakawa Nozomi served the freshly poured hot tea to Fujiwara-sensei.

Fujiwara-sensei held it, blew on it, and took a sip without expression.

Beside her, Shirakawa Kurumi kept glancing at Kotegawa Kami and Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

...That shout just now really startled her.

Kami Kotegawa and Yasuhiro Ishikawa sat cross-legged a little distance away from the others, huddled together and whispering complaints to each other.

"You scared me to death!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue, looking completely exhausted.

Kotegawa Kami also muttered to himself, "I never imagined that the person Fujiwara-sensei would be you..."

“Fujiwara-sensei…” Ishikawa Yasuhiro suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of unease.

Thinking back calmly, wasn't it a bit too hasty to admit defeat? Perhaps I should have tried to struggle a little? No, no, no, in that situation, struggling might have been fatal...

"Teacher Ishikawa, please come here for a moment." Fujiwara's light voice reached his ears. The latter's face fell, he sighed inwardly, got up and followed him out of the dojo to talk outside.

The Shirakawa siblings immediately surrounded them.

"Do you know?"

"Have you fought before?"

The first question was asked by Shirakawa Kurumi, who was more curious about the relationship between the two.

Shirakawa Nozomi, on the other hand, was more concerned about why the senior he had just admired had so readily given up.

Kotekawa Kami didn't hide anything from the siblings about this: "When I first came to Tokyo, I caught a monster. That's when I met Mr. Ishikawa. We've collaborated a few more times since then, and it's been quite pleasant."

"Oh..." Shirakawa Kurumi nodded slightly, but her eyes became even more curious. She whispered, "I heard from Fujiwara-sensei that Ishikawa-sensei is about to be promoted to section chief, so he should be very strong... But why does he seem so afraid of you?"

Shirakawa Nozomi, who was standing nearby, was also very concerned about this issue.

After thinking for a moment, Kotekawa Kami decided that he shouldn't be too blunt and should give his current employer some face. So he carefully said, "Everyone has their own expertise. Being a section chief probably isn't just about personal strength, right? We should look at it from a professional perspective. Mr. Ishikawa's overall qualities must be outstanding, which is why he was able to become a section chief."

"But what does that have to do with us?" Shirakawa Kurumi said speechlessly, "What we want is the champion of the Kanto Exorcism Tournament, not a case-solving competition... Tell me the truth, how good is his personal fighting ability?"

"I'm not quite sure... I've never seen him make a move." Kotekawa Kami shook his head and answered honestly.

"Never fought before?" Shirakawa Nozomi frowned, his expression showing dissatisfaction. "Then why did he just admit defeat? Wouldn't a fight be the only way to know who's stronger?"

"Well..." Kotekawa Kami analyzed seriously, "Mr. Ishikawa is a very cautious person, so he's probably worried about getting hurt. As for winning or losing, that's probably no longer what he's after."

Shirakawa Nozomi lowered his head and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, reluctantly accepting the offer.

Indeed, everyone is really fighting, so it's hard to say that nothing will happen.

Shirakawa Kurumi, standing next to her, tilted her head slightly, her watery eyes filled with uncertainty.

If her memory isn't faulty, Mr. Ishikawa must have been terrified! His face turned pale!

……

Outside the door, in the bamboo grove.

Fujiwara, hands behind his back, said in a slightly shrill voice, "Mr. Ishikawa, I didn't invite you here to make me laugh!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes! I'm so sorry, you must have found this amusing!"

"Enough with the nonsense, please explain."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa cautiously replied, "Yes, to put it simply, I am no match for him."

Fujiwara's expression darkened: "You mean, the prospective head of Special Course 1 is less capable than an ordinary student in my class?"

“But there’s probably only one ordinary student like you in the whole of Tokyo, right?” Yasuhiro Ishikawa defended himself tactfully.