God-Human Observation Diary

A humanoid life-form is just something a little different from a human, right?

Then I should still count as human, shouldn't I?

Sure, I might be a little over the top, strange, and bizarre in the eyes of ordinary people..., but I'm pretty human-shaped!

My face is kind of handsome, and my build is quite standard, too.

I've seen my own X-rays. They're textbook-perfect—good enough to use as teaching aids.

But there's no one else around right now, so I'll try recording myself first!

How should I record it?

As soon as I wondered that, a blank book appeared in one hand, its quality fit for a medieval noble's collection, while a feather quill appeared in the other.

Whoa! That's convenient.

Facing the blank cover, Shiomiya Yo thought for a moment, then wrote the title "God-Human Observation Diary."

After all, if I'm a little distant from humans, then I must be pretty close to a god.

He opened to the first page and began writing the first chapter: "Observation Diary of a Wise Doll."

Shiomiya Yo quickly started writing as he recalled the past. As he did, he realized that he'd apparently been a little demon as a child.

Blowing up toilets was child's play. He'd played with knives, guns, and cannons, set fires in the mountains, and even blown up a mountain just to see if there was a Tiga Statue inside.

Fortunately, he'd always had Koenji watching nearby. Since no one had been hurt, the Shinomiya and Koenji families had been able to cover everything up.

These were all part of the various explorations he'd started after finding himself less and less interested in the outside world. And the result was always the same: he was bored~

Shiomiya Yo wrote more and more smoothly, and soon reached his middle school years.

Then the pen, which had been moving without pause, stopped.

In the end, he still didn't write anything. After all, what kind of normal person kept a diary?!

If you wrote your innermost thoughts in a diary, would they still be innermost thoughts?

He closed the book, and soon the mission reward arrived.

[Evaluation based on degree of humanoid resemblance. Reward for this record: 200 points]

Not bad. That was enough for two draws.

It seemed his past had been pretty eventful.

System! Show me what you can do!

[Draw!]

A wheel featuring various characters began to spin.

Come on! Let me see what talents I don't have yet.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained—Ultimate Lucky!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained—Ultimate Fighter!]

Awesome! Shiomiya Yo really didn't have either of those talents.

I rejoice in my good fortune!

Shiomiya Yo threw a few punches into the air and could clearly feel that his body had grown stronger. His mind had also gained a wealth of fighting techniques.

But as for the supernatural talent of luck, Shiomiya Yo didn't feel any different. Still, having it was better than not having it.

A brand-new beginning! Shiomiya Yo spread his arms and laughed at the sky.

Then Shiomiya Yo noticed everyone around him staring.

From the bystanders' perspective, Shiomiya Yo had first taken out a book and written something, then stood there spacing out, thrown a few punches, and finally spread his arms and grinned like an idiot.

He was definitely crazy!

Shiomiya Yo wasn't about to feel embarrassed just because of how people looked at him.

He glanced around and spotted an interesting pair, a man and a woman.

One was an aloof, expressionless girl; the other, a fake human who looked like a servant. Looking closely, they'd arrived on the same bus.

At a glance, Shiomiya Yo could tell they were worth recording.

After memorizing their faces, Shiomiya Yo first went to the noticeboard to check his class: D.

He soon found his classroom.

By the time he arrived, quite a few people were already seated inside, chatting in groups of three or five.

Kushida Kikyo had arrived at class early. She was laughing and chatting with several girls, attracting the attention of quite a few boys.

Just as expected of her. She'd already fit right in.

Shiomiya Yo found his seat and sat down.

Kushida Kikyo noticed Shiomiya Yo as soon as he entered, but she merely glanced at him and showed no other reaction.

Not long afterward, the classroom door opened again, and the homeroom teacher walked in.

"Everyone, return to your seats!"

She wore glasses and a teacher's uniform, and had long brown hair. She was quite generously endowed.

"I'm Sae Chabashira, Class D's homeroom teacher and your teacher for the next three years."

Then she explained the school rules.

Basically, they would receive [points] every month, and one point was equivalent to one yen. Points could buy anything. They'd be given 100,000 points in advance this month, and there was also something about how ability was everything.

Boring~

What was the point of rules that obviously had a catch?

Shiomiya Yo glanced around. Most of the people nearby were already discussing how to spend their points.

No way. Did people really think they'd get 100,000 points every month?!

This was...

This was amazing!!

A class this wise was perfect for my "God-Human Observation Diary."

I rejoice in my class!

This class was on par with the explosives class from middle school.

Shiomiya Yo wasn't judging them just because they were wise.

He'd taken a brief look at everyone in class and had already spotted several interesting people.

A disguised party girl, an overly nice handsome guy, three simple-minded perverts, a beautiful girl pretending to be ugly, and the two expressionless students from the bus.

Koenji counted, too.

There were twenty-five people in the class, and in just a little over ten minutes, Shiomiya Yo had found that nearly half of them had something strange about them.

This was definitely the place closest to godhood!

Shiomiya Yo was quite confident in his powers of observation. These people definitely all had something going on.

And for some reason, the homeroom teacher looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

He'd observe for a while longer, then record everything in detail.

Not long after the teacher left, the overly nice handsome guy stood up with a gentle, faint smile.

"Everyone, could I have a moment?"

"How about we all introduce ourselves? That way, we can get to know each other faster."

Kushida Kikyo was the first to agree, and the other students chimed in as well.

"Thanks, everyone. Then I'll go first."

"My name's Yosuke Hirata. You can call me Yosuke. I love all kinds of sports, and I want to join the school's soccer club. I look forward to getting along with you."

Yosuke Hirata, huh?

He was practically radiating sunshine. Someone like him was bound to become the center of the class.

Noted!

Shiomiya Yo pulled out his diary and quickly started a file: "Sunshine Boy Observation Diary" (provisional).

It was only the first day, after all, and he didn't know Yosuke well enough yet. He could change the name later and just write down some basic information for now.

But the diary even had a table of contents and could format everything automatically. It was more convenient than a computer.

One by one, the students introduced themselves.

Shiomiya Yo created provisional files for each potential oddball, making it easier to record them later.

Then it was Kushida Kikyo's turn.

"I'm Kushida Kikyo. My goal is to become good friends with everyone here. I want to make lots of wonderful memories, so please don't hesitate to invite me to things."

Kushida Kikyo gave off the impression that she could get along with anyone.

Just as expected of Kikyo. She was still the same as before.

Noted...

Never mind. He'd skip this one for now.

Soon it was Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's turn. His stilted introduction instantly killed the mood.

When he finished, a smattering of applause broke out around the classroom.

He was quite a character, too. Provisionally titled "Zero Social Skills Observation Diary."

Then it was the turn of the first simple-minded one.

Ken Sudō kicked his desk and shouted,

"Are you kids or something? What's with these introductions? I'm not doing this."

The introductions ended right there.

Shiomiya Yo added another label for him: short-tempered.

Closing his diary, Shiomiya Yo felt a little regretful that he hadn't heard everyone introduce themselves.

But he should've been disappointed. So why couldn't he stop the corners of his mouth from curling up?