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

Chapter One: First Impressions (Part 1)

The light and shadow outside the car window swayed.

On the bus, Kami Kotekawa sat calmly, eyes downcast, not playing on his phone or munching on anything.

A spiritual practitioner practices everywhere.

Then it was noon, and the little child across the street felt hungry and started asking his mother for something to eat.

Kotekawa Kami snapped out of his daze, glanced at the time on his phone, patted his stomach, and took out the lunch bag that Aunt Akiba had prepared for him.

Perhaps worried that he would get an upset stomach from eating cold food, a lot of aluminum foil was used in the lunch bag.

The main course was a steaming hot green pepper and beef burger patty, along with plump seaweed rice balls.

Desserts are made with various fruits to cut through the richness of the food.

The fruit is homegrown; we only pick the sweetest ones.

This meal is enough to feed him for a whole day.

Actually, the journey from Okayama to Tokyo isn't as long as you might imagine; you could arrive in the blink of an eye.

Even if you're hungry, it's okay to wait a little while.

But Aunt Qiuye put so much effort into preparing this meal, it would be a shame not to eat it in the car.

He clasped his hands together, silently expressed his gratitude, and began to eat.

"Whoosh, hot, delicious!"

A person's stomach is gradually developed, and Aunt Qiuye's cooking skills have played a significant role in his growth into such a large size.

Kami Kotekawa almost shed tears from the corner of his mouth. This familiar taste is something that can only be enjoyed a little less often. If he wants to eat it again, he can only wait until he goes home for a long holiday.

Just then, a bright, sparkling gaze fell upon them.

Martial arts practitioners are very perceptive of these things, and almost instantly, he followed the gaze back.

Across from him, a young mother sat in her lap, a baby clutching a bottle and babbling away. The baby was staring intently at his lunchbox with his big, black eyes.

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then picked up a small cherry tomato and tried to offer it to the little guy.

This little guy looks like he's still drinking milk; he doesn't seem to be able to finish his lunchbox.

The young mother paused, looked apologetic, and instinctively wanted to refuse the stranger's offer to feed her child.

But to my surprise, the little one in my arms moved surprisingly quickly and said in a childish voice, "Ariadore Gusa Yimas".

Then, she opened her little mouth and sucked the cherry tomato in one gulp.

Kotekawa greeted him with a smile.

Now that things had come to this, the young mother could only keep bowing her head and thanking him.

Kami Kotekawa felt relieved and then picked up his chopsticks.

Not long after, the little guy across from me finished eating and looked over with those clean, soul-searching eyes.

Kotekawa Kamimi gave him a small strawberry, and in return, he received another sweet, childlike thank you.

And so, after a while, the two of them, one big and one small, were quite satisfied with their meal.

The young mother blushed and was at a loss for what to do.

She wanted to give something in return, but this trip was too rushed. She only had time to make a bottle of formula for her child, so she didn't have anything to offer.

Kami Kotekawa didn't go to see her. The little one didn't eat much; she was full after eating a little fruit, so it wasn't a big deal.

He carefully packed up the unfinished lunchbox, put it back in his bag, and planned to have it for dinner that night.

The little guy, having finished eating, wiped his mouth contentedly and then handed the bottle hanging in his other hand to Furudekawa Kamimi.

He also happily shared his lunch.

But Kotegawa Kami shook his head and declined the offer.

There's only so much, not enough to go around. It's just a tiny baby bottle, no bigger than the palm of your hand. He can finish it in one gulp. If he drinks it and then regrets it and asks for it back, I won't be able to give it to him.

The little one was a bit disappointed. He blinked, then suddenly turned his head and snuggled back into his mother's arms. He then unexpectedly reached out his little hand to lift the corner of her clothes.

The young mother screamed, tightened her grip on her unruly child's hand, and looked both ashamed and angry.

This time, I was really hooked; even my ears and neck turned red.

Kami Kotekawa was stunned; he hadn't expected this to happen.

This little thing, it's full but won't sleep, it's such a pain!

The atmosphere became slightly awkward, with the young mother across from him occasionally casting a resentful glance at him.

Kotekawa Kami couldn't calm down either, and suddenly felt that time was dragging on.

This can't be blamed on him, can it? It wasn't him who told this little guy to flip it.

In the end, he could only take out his phone, turn to face the car window, and chat with Xiaoqian, who had sent him a message, in a casual manner.

Where are we? Bored? What's it like outside Ina City?

Xiaoqian has once again transformed into a hundred thousand things she wants to know.

As Kotekawa Kami was trying to distract himself, he followed her lead and described the scenery outside the window to her.

In the room on the second floor of the Ishikawa house, Chizuru lay on the bed, looking at the messages that kept coming in on her phone. Her bright eyes curved into shallow crescents.

She chuckled to herself for a while, then suddenly turned over, ran to her desk, opened her textbook, and, despite her boredom, began to read it seriously.

Study hard, and you'll definitely get into Tokyo someday!

……

The car finally arrived at 2 p.m.

Kotegawa Kamimi packed his luggage, followed the crowd off the train, and stepped onto the land called Shinjuku.

"This is the East..."

A crowd of people jostled and jostled, the sound of leather shoes clattering on the ground.

Before Kotekawa Kami could even utter a single exclamation, he was nearly squeezed back onto the bus.

He didn't have time to look around carefully at that moment. He protected his luggage and wallet, while keeping an eye out for thieves who might reach out their claws, and moved outside.

Outside the station, there are towering buildings everywhere.

Workers in suits and ties are a common sight, hurrying along just like the people at the station.

I don't know where they're going or what they're busy with, but it's like suddenly returning to a past life, with only the pressures and troubles of daily life.

Kamiko Kotegawa's eyes were filled with undisguised astonishment.

In his past life, he went up the mountain to cultivate when he was very young. He could only come down the mountain once a year, and each time he only had two days off. He would spend half a day going down the mountain and half a day going up the mountain, and the rest of the day would be spent on the road. When he got home, he would just have dinner and sleep. He had no chance to go to big cities to broaden his horizons.

And now I've been staying in Ina City and haven't been to many lively places.

Tokyo truly lives up to its reputation as a metropolis, possessing a flavor and feel completely different from the countryside.

He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of his surroundings as a memento of his arrival in Tokyo.

I'd also like to let Uncle Kenji and Aunt Akiha know I'm safe.

And there's Chihaya.

Look, this is Tokyo!

"Yeah!" Kotekawa Kami, who was busy editing a message, suddenly heard this sound from beside him.

He glanced at it subconsciously, and then couldn't look away.

Not far from him stood an elderly man with pigtails, dressed in a sailor uniform and short skirt, making a peace sign and posing for a photo with the "Shinjuku Station" gate behind him.

The sailor uniform she was wearing was clearly not the right size, and her white belly was showing.

This design is exceptionally unique.

For a moment, Kotekawa Kami felt as if his eyes had been dripped with chili oil.

Is this what a metropolis is like?

It's a mixed bag, full of all sorts of weirdos and monsters, definitely not comparable to their rural hometown!

Chapter Two: First Impressions (Part Two)

Kotekawa Kami dared not look any longer, nor linger any longer. He packed up his phone, grabbed his luggage, and hurriedly left.

But before he had run very far, his phone in his pocket started buzzing a few times.

He slammed on the brakes, put the things down at his feet, and reached into his pockets.

I thought it was Uncle Kenji calling, but to my surprise, it was a number I didn't recognize at all.

Kotekawa Kami paused, looking puzzled.

He doesn't usually go online much, and he has never tried to get a discount by filling in his phone number when buying things.

Therefore, it is unlikely that a stranger would know your phone number.

"Could it be that infamous 'It's me, it' scam call?

"It's me, it's me" is a common scam tactic that frequently appears on television news.

It's said that scammers often start with "It's me, it's me" to lure people into a preconceived notion, then try to get close to them and obtain their personal information, gradually beginning their scam...

These kinds of scam calls are very common in Tokyo.

He used to see news reports about this topic when he watched TV with his Uncle Jian.

It is said that the fraudster who invented this scam even wrote a book about his own experience and became a writer!

……

Kami Kotekawa's phone was still vibrating incessantly; the person on the other end was unusually persistent.