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So the funny thing about spending most of your time as a ghost but still having a functional body lying around? Less honorable minor deities can just pop into it and make your previously stellar reputation...less so. But thankfully, teenagers and adults jaded by so much interaction with teenagers just chalk it up as a rebellious phase and NOT an entirely different person taking the small meat robot on a joyride.
And despite that massive invasion of privacy (and tarnishing of character), the bond between tracksuit god & young high school girl grows stronger, with a touching gift actually helping the hobo elevate his status to at least be recognized by other divine muckity-mucks. And thanks to all the talking-with-their-fists in the last volume, there's considerably less animosity between him and the angry warrior goddess.
SO OF COURSE WHEN THE GOOD STUFF HAPPENS, SOMETHING *MUST* KICK HIM DOWN.
In this case, the bum's mysterious family!