Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

[Technique: ...]

【talent:……】

Satisfied, he put down the small bag he was carrying, took out a pair of rubber gloves and a cloth bag from inside, knelt down and packed the strips of cloth left by Piao Jiang, tied them around his waist, and turned back the same way gone back.

"Come on, let's work together, call it a day and get off work."

Chapter 2 homework (please recommend and collect)

In the spring afternoon, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the pink and white cherry blossoms are clean and elegant.

On the soft soil, Furutegawa Shinmi, who was wearing a white thin shirt, was slowly adjusting his breathing.

The slightly curly black hair moved slightly, his face was plump and handsome, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly. Under the sweat-soaked shirt, the lines of the muscles could be faintly seen, but under such a powerful body , but there is not much sense of oppression.

People who practice martial arts have always been so indifferent and low-key.

He raised his posture, pointed his sword, turned around slowly, turned his palms, moved his steps, and turned around again. Suddenly, his right fist slammed out, like a sharp arrow from a fully drawn bowstring, and there was a crisp sound.

"Crack!" The dust splashed, and the leaves on the branches moved slightly.

The power of Xuanwu boxing is so terrifying.

"ssssssssssssssssssssssss out~"

Fisting skills, tempering energy, can not only defend oneself against the enemy, but also maintain health and fitness. Like swords, they are all compulsory homework for him every day.

And only by practicing the boxing well can he practice the sword well, and then he can fulfill the requirements of his master in his previous life: to fill the edge of the sword with force, to breathe through the tip of the sword, and to reach the tip of the sword in an instant.

Otherwise, where did you kill the wild boar and Piao Jiang?

After practicing boxing, Kawagami Furude stopped his momentum and stood up, walking forward.

In front of the big tree in front, stood his long sword with sheath.

He leaned over to pick it up, held it flat to his chest, and slowly pulled it out. The blade of the sword reflecting the sun made him squint his eyes involuntarily.

This is a custom-made four-sided Han sword with blood grooves on both sides. It is made of high-quality steel, traditional techniques, and an old master... Although the blade was cut by himself with a whetstone.

There is no way to do this, after all, a sharpened sword is not a sports equipment.

For this sword, he had saved a full five years of pocket money.

Not outrageously expensive, though not cheap either.

But the most important thing is that the pocket money that children can get is very little.

In addition, this is a rural area, and there is not much cost, and five years ago was the prime time for martial arts, so it was impossible for him to get a job or something.

So the only thing I can rely on is the pocket money that the adults in the family give me from time to time.

In the past five years, he really didn't want to spend a dime, and used all of it to buy it.

But time has also told him that all the hard work is worth it.

Half a year ago, after his swordsmanship reached [twelve], even an adult wild boar could stab to death with three swords. That was because it was the first time, and his strength and accuracy were not well controlled under tension. case.

It was also at that time that he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be quite powerful, even the most vicious dog in the village would walk around with his tail between his legs when he saw him.

So his courage gradually grew, and he began to think about being a laborer.

Thanks to this wise decision, his "staging" life ended early.

Putting back the scabbard, he held the sword and returned to the center of the open space again. He breathed evenly, his eyes lit up suddenly, and the long sword stabbed out suddenly, with the whistling sound of the sword.

Broken leaves are scattered one after another, with flat and smooth cut surfaces.

After more than ten minutes, Furutekawa kamimi squatted down, picked up a few leaves, and looked back and forth, obviously dissatisfied.

It hurt so many leaves because the energy was too loose.

For a real Lianjiazi, the strength must be concentrated in one point, the quietness is hidden and the hair is powerful, and the winner can be decided in an instant.

He was annoyed for a while, depressed for a while, and after his mood turned around like a revolving lantern, he regained his composure and got up to continue practicing.

Start from a high-rise building on the ground, practice once, be stronger, and there will always be a day when you can reach your goal.

……

The sun is gradually sinking, and the fluffy white clouds are also stained with twilight.

Furutegawa Shinmi stopped, took out a towel and a dry shirt from his school bag, looked around with a cat waist, confirmed that there was nothing staring at him, and quickly wiped his body with the towel, By the way, I changed clothes.

Then he packed up a little, picked up the bag and the camouflaged sword bag, and walked away.

After all, he is not an official staff member, and the bladed long sword on his body is definitely a controlled knife, so it is necessary to disguise it.

At sunset, yin and yang alternate.

After walking along the small path that he did not know how many times, Furutegawa Shinmi went out of the mountain forest smoothly, and finally returned to the village after bypassing several iron chains with densely packed yellow talisman paper and a row of shrines with statues. er.

A road is wide and wide, facing the sunset in the west.

He squinted his eyes, took out his mobile phone from his bag, held it up and took a few pictures of Kacha Kacha.

There are mountains and rivers in this place, and there is a maple forest that is completely dyed in autumn, and there are also rich strange stories and legends.

If it weren't for the fact that he has too many growing pains, he really doesn't want to leave... It's just that reality doesn't allow it. After all, there aren't many young people in the village. The only person who can chat with him is the neighbor's house diagonally across the door. of two children.

One is in middle school and the other is in primary school.

If he stays here forever, maybe he won't even be able to get his wife in the future.

The cool mountain breeze blowing from the back of his head also dissipated Furutegawa Kanmi's thoughts flying around. He put away his phone and walked back to the village.

The work is done, but the work is not over yet. The bounty task that was completed after a cold wind blowing in the middle of the night in the mountains last night must be settled quickly, otherwise the night will be long and dreamy, and I will not be able to sleep well at night.

……

The Supernatural Affairs Special Operations Section is an official department specializing in supernatural incidents. It has branches in various places, which can be regarded as infrastructure.

The branch office in Ina City, Nagano Prefecture is located in a corner of Ina City, quite far from the village where the Guategawa family lives.

Under the night, the bright Milky Way lies across the world.

Furutegawa Kamimi, who was sitting on the sofa at the reception desk of the Special Operations Section, yawned again.

He just handed over the bag of strips and is now waiting to claim his bounty.

He was really exhausted last night, and he didn't get enough sleep, so sitting like this for a while, he couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

The big sister OL who was in charge of the handover made an exception and personally brought him a cup of fragrant coffee, and added a lot of milk very thoughtfully.

Kamito Kamito hurriedly cupped his hands to express his gratitude, and blessed him with immeasurable longevity.

A big sister with such a broad mind is so kind, she will definitely be rewarded in the future!

After all, "idle households" like him who only accept some bounty tasks are not treated so well—usually they are given a paper cup. Here, the water dispenser is right there. If you want to drink water, please take it yourself .

Of course, there are reasons for this attitude. After all, "idle households" cannot be compared with "professionals".

What's more, they are all things that are not too dangerous, or are "professionals" who don't like trouble, so they throw them out casually.

Just like last night, Kamito Kawasami went into the mountains in the middle of the night to solve the task of Piaojiang.

It's not that he has the ability to complete it, it's just that he doesn't want to blow the cold wind.

Furutegawa Shinmi picked up the coffee, stirred the spoon, and drank it slickly.

Letting the rough old men on the other side who are silently holding paper cups of hot water drink it is very tasteless.

Of course, if this boiled water can taste good, it can't be called boiled water, can it?

He will be satisfied if the wife he marries in the future has the same, no, three, at least two-thirds of her breasts as this big sister.

After all, he likes girls with big breasts.

The aroma of coffee mixed with the aroma of milk is naturally fragrant, soft and lubricating, and the aroma is unbearable.

"Mr. Kindhearted?"

"Mr. Kindhearted."

Furutegawa Kamimi, who was reminiscing about the coffee, finally came to his senses, and quickly got up and walked over.

"Good-hearted man" is the title he usually uses when accepting bounty tasks, and it is the one that has been filed with the official... In other words, it has a certificate.

The big sister OL who brought him coffee just now sat behind the counter and said in a sweet voice: "Mr. Good-hearted, after verification, your task has been completed very well, and the reward has been transferred to your personal account. Please check it." signature."

Furutekawa subconsciously clasped his fists together.

Damn, it's an old habit.

After thanking him, he took out his phone, opened the APP, and entered the password.

A payment of "130000" soon appeared in his field of vision.

The beautiful eyebrows stretched, and the whole person seemed as happy as eating ginseng fruit.

He signed it happily, and then opened the door and left under the gentle gaze of his elder sister.

Chapter 3 The Furutegawa family (please recommend and collect)

On both sides of the asphalt-paved road, every household has locked their gates.

As soon as it got dark, the village became much cooler.

After all, everyone usually doesn't have much entertainment, and square dancing is not popular.

It can barely be regarded as a popular thing, that is, to get together to chat about all kinds of weird and strange stories.

But with that kind of thing, it's okay to chat in broad daylight, but it's weird to panic when you're on the street at night.

In addition, most of the young people have gone to big cities, and the rest of them have seen enough of them every day, so there is nothing to say.

So every day after sunset, no one would want to come out and wander around.

Furutegawa Shinmi's house is on the west side of the village, just walk along the main road at the foot, and it's not very remote.

When he was about to get home, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue Wu suit standing with his hands in his hands from a distance.