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

Mikazuki Seisakusaku stared at him blankly.

What are you doing?

"That's how it is!" Kotekawa Kamimi took the hammer back from her hand before casually saying, "Last night I killed a monster. That monster had five eyes and a rat's head. I think it was called something like Five-Eyed Rat Man."

Upon hearing the name Five-Eyed Ratman, Mikazuki Seisakusho's eyes widened instantly, and a terrifying emotion and aura rose from her body.

"I killed it."

Kotegawa Kami repeated himself, which somewhat brought the girl back to her senses.

"You killed it?" Mikazuki's voice trembled.

"That's right, I killed it and even got my hands on its essence and soul."

He opened his palm, and the crystal-clear pendant and the lifelike milky-white five-eyed ratman inside appeared before Mikazuki Seisaku's eyes.

Mikazuki Seisakusaku held his breath, his eyes turning red.

The scene from three years ago appears in her dreams every day and night; she remembers the appearance of the five-eyed ratman more clearly than anyone else.

Kotekawa Kami placed the hammer in her hand again and said softly, "When you get home, go to your parents' ashes and smash them into pieces, so that they may die completely."

Chapter 107 Simple Happiness You Can't Grasp (3/18)

The night was as dark as ink in the early morning, and the hazy starlight was long gone. It was probably windy and a bit cold, so we all changed our 40D socks into 180D cotton socks.

Kotekawa Kami looked away from the dark clouds on the horizon, gently bounced the girl on his back, and continued walking on the secluded streets of the North District.

The girl leaned on his shoulder, her cheek turned to the side, her long, thick eyelashes trembling occasionally, tears streaming down her childish face, and in one hand wrapped around his neck, she still gripped the hammer tightly.

About three, no, four hours ago.

She poured out the hatred she had been desperately suppressing for more than three years onto the pendant.

Within the teardrops, each hammer blow, along with the resin and its essence, was smashed into powder finer than sand.

Her hatred for the Five-Eyed Rat People had been building for a long time.

It wasn't until the wind picked up and swept away most of the debris from the ground that she could no longer hold back her tears, her shoulders shaking violently as she burst into sobs.

There was little joy in the cries of revenge, but rather an unfathomable sorrow and countless longings.

...It makes one feel suffocated.

Kotekawa Kami exhaled, stepped onto the stairs, walked to the door of the Mikazuki family's house on the second floor of the apartment, squatted down, and wanted to put her down.

"Go to bed early, and you'll have sweet dreams tonight."

But Mikazuki Seisakusou didn't let go, holding him tightly around the neck, and whispered, "The key is in the bag."

Kotekawa Kami hesitated for a moment, then stood up, supporting her with one hand and unzipping the backpack around his neck with the other. He fumbled inside for a moment and took out a set of keys.

He handed over the keys: "Which one is it?"

"The biggest."

Kotekawa Kami unlocked the door with his key, looked around the dark room, and turned on the indoor light.

This was his first time entering Mikazuki's house. In the past, he had only been escorted downstairs, and the closest he had ever been was just to the door like he had just done.

The light was a little too bright, so Kotekawa Kami turned around, sat down in the entryway, and casually placed the sword pouch he was carrying upright by the door.

This time, Mikazuki Seisakusaku let go of her hand, leaned against Kotegawa Kami, took off her shoes, and put them in the shoe cabinet.

Kami Kotegawa felt the warmth on his back and hesitated for a moment.

She doesn't seem to be talking about leaving now; perhaps she needs someone to stay with her right now?

He sat motionless, like a reclining chair.

"It's a bit cold, close the door."

Kotegawa Kami got up and closed the door.

The door is a security door; it locks as soon as it's closed.

He looked at it and wondered if it would be better to make a small opening?

Behind her, Mikazuki Seisakusho was rummaging through the shoe cabinet. She pulled out the largest pair of women's indoor shoes and placed them on the steps in the entryway.

"This is fine, you'll have to make do with it."

Kotekawa Kami looked down at the size 37 indoor shoes on the ground, then at his own size 43 feet, and muttered, "I'll just go barefoot."

Mikazuki Seisakusho withdrew his gaze from his feet, got up, and went into the room that served as both a living room and a bedroom.

Kotekawa Kami took off his shoes and followed him inside.

The room is small, less than 20 square meters, with a wardrobe, a small single bed, a rug, and a small square table for studying and eating.

It's similar to his bedroom.

However, the most eye-catching feature in the room is a small Buddhist altar made of a table.

Fresh flowers and a bronze chime were placed on the altar.

A large group photo of the three people stands in the middle, blocking the view of the two urns containing ashes.

The photo shows a family that used to be very happy.

Mikazuki knelt before the table, clasping his hands together: "I'm back."

Kami Kotegawa walked over, greeted him silently, and silently told himself that he wasn't a bad person.

Mikazuki Seisakusou turned around and looked at him: "Please make yourself at home."

She got up and went into the next room.

Kotekawa Kami hung her schoolbag on the coat rack, then sat cross-legged at the small round table.

A few minutes later, Mikazuki's eyes cleared up a bit, and her swollen eyelids improved slightly. She didn't say a word, but sat down beside him, tilting her head slightly and leaning against him.

Kami Kotegawa remained motionless, obediently serving as a cushion.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The hands of the clock on the wall went round and round, and Kotekawa Kami suddenly slumped over, waking up from his nap.

He squinted, shook his head slightly to clear his mind, and looked up at the time... It was already two in the morning.

Next to him, Mikazuki Seisakusho curled up like a kitten, lying on her side against him.

“Sleeping like that will make you catch a cold…” He reached out and shook her.

Mikazuki Seisakusho's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he hadn't had a good dream as he claimed.

Kotekawa Kami scratched his head, got up, bent over and rubbed his legs, then picked up Mikazuki Haruka and carried her to the bed, covering her with the blanket again.

Looking at her sleeping face, he stretched out a finger and gently rubbed between her eyebrows to smooth out her furrowed brows. Finally, he stretched and turned to leave.

A warm little hand suddenly grabbed him.

He instinctively turned his head and met a pair of dark, bright eyes.

"You're awake? I... I should go."

The girl didn't let go; instead, she shrank further inside and patted the empty half of the bed.

Seeing that his mouth was dry, Kotekawa Kami swallowed and then shook his head violently, banishing his wicked thoughts to the ends of the earth.

"Right now, she just wants someone to be with her..."

Kotekawa Kami lay down carefully on his side, afraid that he might accidentally break the bed or make his side stick up.

Mikazuki Seikatsu's warm breath brushed against his face, hot, ticklish, and with a pleasant scent.

I don't know how to describe Kotegawa Kami.

Mikazuki hadn't let go of his hand.

The single bed was small, and the two of them were practically pressed together.

...In short, it was terrible.

Kotekawa Kami lay motionless, looking up at the head of the bed, silently reciting the Pure and Quiet Sutra.

Knowing something in your heart and knowing it in your body are two different things.

He is now using reason to overcome his instincts.

Mikazuki Seisakusho moved closer, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to rent a room with a big bed and a wardrobe. The rent can't exceed 50,000 yen a month, and the utilities (water, electricity, gas) should be paid as much as they should be."

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback and subconsciously said, "As the first customer to check into our hotel, you can enjoy a 50% reduction in rent for a semi-permanent stay, free water, electricity and gas, the right to use all the appliances in the house, and the benefit of saying 'good morning' every day to offset the rent."

"...Then I won't rent it."

"rent!"

Kotegawa Kami gently took her hand.

"No refunds will be given once requested by this store."

"That's unreasonable!"

"Of course, being unreasonable is precisely our service motto."

Mikazuki Seisakusō looked intently at his face, hesitated, and then timidly and clumsily kissed his lips.

"Then, let's exchange our first kisses."

Kote Kawakami's face instantly burned, and his hand reached out uncontrollably. Just as he touched that simple happiness, he was kicked off the bed.

"You...you should go back!"

Chapter 108 Walnut's Cooking Skills

On Saturday morning, Kotekawa Kami woke up from his meditation, got up and stretched his legs, and opened the window, taking a refreshing breath of the damp air from the rainy day.

It's raining.