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

"Hmm, just because of what you just said..."

Kami Kotegawa was immediately delighted.

Great! Now we have enough money not only for a second child, but also for a third!

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's alright, except the corner of my mouth is swollen."

"It's good that you're alright..." Ishikawa Yasuhiro breathed a sigh of relief, then changed the subject: "How about you give me the protective armor now? I secretly took it out without telling a lot of people. If it's discovered, I might lose my job and have to go to jail for a few years."

"Oh!" As Kotekawa Kami took off the pieces one by one, he suddenly realized that when Ishikawa Yasuhiro asked "Are you alright?", he might not have been asking him... but rather about the protective armor he was wearing.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa held it carefully, as if it were a newborn baby.

He put the protective armor back in the car, and even discarded the original box.

Kotegawa Kami chatted with him for a while, and only left after the special agent from the Special Division arrived... leaving Ishikawa Yasuhiro alone to perform a miracle in front of everyone.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro must be capable, otherwise he wouldn't have been promoted based on these factors.

For Kami Kotekawa, it didn't matter. As long as he received the full amount of money he was owed, he was fine with whatever else he wanted.

Even if Ishikawa Yasuhiro said he killed him himself, that would be fine.

Chapter 102 The Gift (Part 3)

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening when Kotegawa Kami returned to his front door. However, before he even opened the door, he saw in the yard that Parrot was dragging its nest and flapping its wings against the wall with all its might.

However, it was probably too fat and its nest was too heavy, so it couldn't fly no matter what.

Kotegawa Kami looked up, somewhat puzzled.

How did it manage to drag the bird's nest down from the second-floor balcony and then tie a cloth to its body?

And if you want to move, why not dismantle the nest you've built and move it piece by piece? Wouldn't that make it easier to fly?

He took out his keys and opened the door.

Parrot also heard the commotion at the gate. Its flapping wings froze instantly, and fear filled its eyes as it slowly turned its head away.

Kotegawa Kami thought it should be afraid of the five-eyed rat-man opening the door, but it would be pleasantly surprised when it saw him.

But to everyone's surprise, when Parrot Broly saw it was him, his two bird eyes widened into duck eggs, and then his eyelids rolled back and he fainted.

Kami Kotekawa subconsciously touched his face.

Strange, they weren't wearing a mask.

About ten minutes later, Parrot Bro woke up, but immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Its head was down and its rear end was up, and a large clump of blue flames shot up high below it, making its eyes sting.

"Ah! It's eating birds!"

A chilling gaze fell upon it, and the scream abruptly ceased.

Kote Kawakami, expressionless, pointed to the muddy bird claw marks in the house and the vest he had hung out to dry yesterday that the dead bird had used as a rope to tie its nest, and said softly, "How did the window on the second floor of my house break? I'll give you thirty seconds to explain. If you can't satisfy me, you can go find your chairman."

The dead bird dared to act recklessly while he was away from home; it was quite bold of it!

No wonder I felt even more terrified when I saw him than when I saw the Five-Eyed Rat Man.

In other words, he didn't find the bird droppings, otherwise the dead bird would really be dead.

"How much is thirty seconds?" Parrot Broly, who wasn't very good at counting, asked tremblingly.

"Oh, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen."

Parrot Broly's fur stood on end instantly. He twisted and struggled violently, screaming, "I'm sorry, I'll pay! I'll pay for everything! I know where the chairman's money box is hidden!"

The countdown has stopped.

"What money box?"

"The president's money box! I know where it's hidden. I'll use that to compensate you!"

Parrot Broly strained his voice, sparing no effort to contribute what little energy he still had as chairman.

Oh? That mouse has a secret stash of money?

Kotekawa Kami turned off the fire and said indifferently, "I'll spare your life for now."

If you can afford to pay for it, then just let it go.

He turned and went to find a rag.

Having survived again, the bird breathed a sigh of relief, its body swaying a few times on the bar. When Furutekawa Kamimi came over with a rag, it quickly tensed up, tightly closing its beak and not making a sound.

Kami Kotekawa cleaned up the broken glass in the living room and on the second floor, then went to the third floor and found a piece of cardboard to temporarily block the drafty window.

After changing his clothes and taking a shower, he went to the quiet room with an ice pack and a blanket.

The young man sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, covered his legs with a blanket, applied an ice pack to the swollen corner of his mouth, and calmed his mind to shatter the remaining blue light.

Sparkling points of light flickered and scattered within the sea of ​​my heart.

Merit: Twenty-seven

I opened my eyes, threw the ice pack into the basin, and began to concentrate and regulate my breathing.

The fight he had just had made him realize the importance of focus.

If I hadn't been meditating and improving every day, I might not have been able to keep up with the speed of the Five-Eyed Rat Man.

Moreover, I've already reached the twenty-seventh level of practice. If I could barely manage to stay awake for one night before, then using meditation to replace sleep is perfectly feasible now.

Trading a little physical fatigue for a boost in mental energy is a win-win situation.

He silently recited the Pure Land Sutra, casting aside all distracting thoughts, and entered a meditative state through "visualizing the words."

As night deepened, the birds hanging upside downstairs, blowing snot bubbles, fell fast asleep.

The next morning, at the first light of dawn.

Having already "got up," Furutekawa Kami was slowly practicing the Thirteen Postures.

The Thirteen Postures is the mother fist of Wudang Tai Chi. The entire set of boxing routines contains the five internal organs and eight meridians, and the five steps and eight methods. It also incorporates health preservation techniques, making it an excellent exercise for relaxing muscles and tendons, replenishing blood and regulating qi.

It is perfectly suited to meditation.

His eyes were full of energy, and he had a warm, comfortable feeling about him.

The world's Tai Chi originated from Wudang. In terms of fighting skills, Wudang may not be number one, but when it comes to health preservation, Wudang is number one, and no one dares to say that it is second.

Some time ago, he told Shirakawa Kurumi that his greatest skill was health preservation, and he wasn't just trying to scare her; he really was good at it.

The sky above gradually brightened, but the brightness was limited, and it was all hazy, as if it was about to rain again.

The window on the second floor of the neighbor's house opened, and four heads popped out, watching Kami Kotegawa practice his boxing.

"What is this?" The unsuspecting Yuka Honba was the first to ask.

"It's a very profound Chinese Kung Fu Tai Chi," said Shirakawa Kurumi, looking haggard with dark circles under his eyes.

"So this is called Tai Chi?" Takanashi Hanamai, who also didn't know, memorized the name.

Finally, Mikazuki Haruka, still rubbing her sleepy eyes, said quietly, "Next time I sleep in the same room with you two, I'll be Wang-chan."

Shirakawa Kurumi touched her face and sighed, "I need to put on some makeup today."

Motoba Yuka and Takanashi Hanamai were taken aback. They looked at each other, then at Mikazuki and Shirakawa Kurumi, and asked in unison, "I feel fine. Did you two have insomnia last night?"

The crescent moon hangs silently in the clear sky.

Shirakawa Kurumi had an urge to throw the two of them into the Kotegawa family's yard.

They were making a lot of noise while they were talking.

After finishing his punches, Kotekawa Kami looked up at them and greeted them, "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, it's very nice. Takanashi's house is very comfortable." Shirakawa Kurumi nodded repeatedly, giving him face.

Mikazuki Seisakusho rubbed his eyes without saying a word, his face expressionless.

Yoshika looked Kotegawa Kamimi up and down, leaning forward uncertainly, and asked, "Kotegawa, what's wrong with the corner of your mouth?"

"Oh, I burned myself while drinking the soup." Kotekawa Kami touched it with his hand. It seemed that the swelling wouldn't go down today, but it wasn't as painful as yesterday, so it shouldn't affect his eating.

Shirakawa Kurumi noticed as well, and asked in surprise, "Were you beaten up?"

Yesterday, Kotegawa Kami told her he had work tonight, but who could beat him? After all, even the super-powerful soon-to-be section chief in the Special Section would have to admit defeat.

"It was from drinking hot soup!" Kotekawa Kamimi emphasized his lie. "It's nothing serious. Shall we have breakfast together?"

Benchang looked at him fearfully: "I'll pay for ourselves, let's just go Dutch."

Kotekawa Kami was about to say no, he would pay the bill, he had made some money last night, so he could treat people to dinner.

Little Bird Swimming Flower Dance yawned: "My mom made breakfast for us and prepared lunchboxes, so you can eat by yourself; it's not that I didn't invite you, but breakfast is made per person, and even if there's a little left, it probably won't be enough to fill your teeth."

"Has Aunt Senko already made breakfast?" Motoba Yuka was taken aback. "I'm sorry, Kotegawa, I can't go."

Shirakawa Kurumi smiled and said, "My younger brother also has morning classes, otherwise he could go with you."

"Is he busy too?" Kotekawa Kami nodded. "Alright then, Glasses-kun and I will go eat Ise lobster together."

Surprisingly, out of the group, only he and Sora Motoba had time.

The four girls, who were just about to go downstairs to wash up and eat, all turned to the side.

"What are you going to eat?" Motoyo asked uncertainly.

"Ise lobster, seafood hot pot, and more."

"Going out for lobster so early in the morning? Where to eat?"

"Because the coffee shop closed too early last night, Manager Amamiya opened it very early this morning, and luckily they have lobster available this morning."

Actually, Sachiko Amamiya was bored last night and went to catch it herself.

Seven large lobsters, all quite plump.

Then early in the morning, he sent an email asking if I wanted him to save some for tonight, saying the price was negotiable.