God-Human Observation Diary

Humanoid life forms are just a bit removed from being human, right?

Then I should still count as a human, right?

Although I might be a bit excessive, weird, or eccentric in the eyes of ordinary people... I still possess a fairly human form!

This little face is slightly handsome, and my physique is quite standard as well.

I've seen my own X-rays; they are standard enough to be used as teaching aids.

However, since there's no one else around right now, I might as well try recording myself!

How should I record it?

Just as the thought crossed my mind, a blank book with the specifications of a medieval noble's collection appeared in my hand, and a quill pen appeared in the other.

Whoa! How convenient.

Facing the blank cover, Shiomiya Yo pondered for a moment and wrote down the title: "God-Human Observation Diary."

After all, if I'm a bit far from being human, then I must be very close to being a god.

Opening the first page, he began to write the first chapter—"Observation Diary of a Wise Doll."

Shiomiya Yo quickly began to write as he recalled his past, and it was only then that he realized he seemed to have been a little devil in his childhood.

Blowing up toilets was just child's play; he had played with knives, guns, and cannons, set fires on desolate mountains, and even blasted open a mountain just to see if there was a Tiga Statue inside.

Fortunately, he always had someone from the Koenji Family watching nearby, and because there were no casualties, the Shinomiya Family and the Koenji Family were able to keep it under wraps.

These were all explorations he undertook after finding himself increasingly uninterested in the outside world, but the result was just boredom.

Shiomiya Yo wrote more and more smoothly, soon reaching his junior high school years.

At this moment, the pen, which had not stopped moving, suddenly came to a halt.

In the end, he didn't put pen to paper; after all, what kind of serious person keeps a diary!

If you write your inner thoughts in a diary, are they still your inner thoughts?

He closed the book just like that, and the mission reward arrived shortly after.

[Evaluated based on the degree of human-likeness, this recording rewards 200 points.]

Not bad, enough for two draws.

It seems my past was quite spectacular after all.

System! Let me see what you're capable of!

[Draw!]

The wheel featuring various character personas began to spin.

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

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining—Ultimate Lucky!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining—Ultimate Fighter!]

Nice! Shiomiya Yo really didn't have these talents.

I rejoice in my own luck!

Throwing a few punches into the air, Shiomiya Yo clearly felt his body had become much stronger, and his mind was filled with a wealth of fighting techniques.

However, Shiomiya Yo didn't feel much regarding the metaphysical talent of luck, but having it was better than not having it.

A brand new start! Shiomiya Yo spread his arms and laughed toward the sky.

At this moment, Shiomiya Yo noticed that the people around him were all staring at him.

In the eyes of others just now, Shiomiya Yo had first taken out a book to write something, then stood there dazed, then threw punches in place, and finally spread his arms and laughed like a fool.

Definitely crazy!

Shiomiya Yo wouldn't feel embarrassed because of the gazes of others.

Scanning the area, he spotted an interesting pair of a man and a woman.

A cold, poker-faced girl and a fake-acting boy; looking closely, they were even on the same bus.

Shiomiya Yo could tell at a glance that they were qualified to be recorded.

After noting their faces, Shiomiya Yo went to the bulletin board to check his class: D.

Soon, Shiomiya Yo found his classroom.

By the time he arrived at the classroom, quite a few people were already seated, chatting in small groups.

Kushida Kikyo had arrived at the class earlier and was laughing and talking with a few girls, attracting the attention of many boys.

As expected of her, integrating into the group so quickly.

Shiomiya Yo found his seat and sat down.

Kushida Kikyo noticed Shiomiya Yo the moment he entered, but she only glanced at him and showed no other reaction.

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

"Everyone, return to your seats!"

She wore glasses, had tea-colored hair, and was dressed in a teacher's uniform that accentuated a rather impressive figure.

"I am Sae Chabashira, the homeroom teacher for Class D, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three years."

Then came the introduction to the school rules.

It was essentially about the monthly distribution of [Points], where one point equaled one yen, and points could buy anything. 100,000 points were being distributed in advance for this month, and there was some talk about meritocracy and the like.

How boring.

What is the point of rules that are so obviously problematic at a glance?

Shiomiya Yo swept his gaze across the room; the vast majority of the people around him were already discussing how to spend them.

No way, right? Surely no one actually believes they'll get 100,000 points every month!

This is truly...

This is absolutely wonderful!!

Such an intellectually challenged class is perfect for recording in my "God-Human Observation Diary."

I rejoice for my class!

This class is comparable to that explosive class from middle school.

Shiomiya Yo wasn't judging them solely on their lack of intelligence.

He observed everyone in the classroom briefly and had already spotted several interesting individuals.

A disguised gyaru, an overly kind handsome guy, three simple-minded perverts, a beautiful girl playing the wallflower, and two poker-faced people from the bus.

Koenji counts as one, too.

In a class of 25 people, within just a dozen minutes, Shiomiya Yo had already discovered that nearly half of them had issues.

This place is definitely the closest to God!

Shiomiya Yo was quite confident in his observational skills; these people definitely all had some problems.

And that homeroom teacher—I don't know why she looked so bitter and resentful.

I'll observe for a while longer before recording the details.

Not long after the teacher left, the kind-hearted handsome guy stood up with a gentle, faint smile.

"Everyone, could you listen to me for a moment?"

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

Kushida Kikyo took the lead in agreeing, and the other students followed suit.

"Thank you, everyone. Then, I'll start first."

"My name is Yosuke Hirata. You can just call me Yosuke. I love all sports and want to join the school soccer club. I look forward to working with you all."

Yosuke Hirata, is it?

He's truly radiant; a person like this will surely become the center of the class.

Recorded!

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

After all, it was only the first day, and he didn't know enough yet; the name could be changed later, so he'd just write down the basic information for now.

Surprisingly, this diary even had a table of contents and automatic formatting; it was easier to use than a computer.

The students introduced themselves one by one.

Shiomiya Yo created files for each provisional "God-Human" to make future recording easier.

It was Kushida Kikyo's turn to introduce herself.

"I'm Kushida Kikyo. My goal is to become good friends with everyone here. I want to make many wonderful memories, so please feel free to invite me to things!"

The aura radiating from Kushida Kikyo was one that suggested she could get along well with anyone.

As expected of Kikyo; she's just the same as before.

Recording...

Never mind, I'll skip this one for now.

Soon, it was Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's turn. His toothpaste-style introduction caused the atmosphere in the room to instantly turn cold.

After he finished, sparse applause echoed through the classroom.

He's a talent as well; provisionally categorized as "Zero Social Skills Observation Diary."

When it was Simple-Minded Number One's turn, Ken Sudo kicked his desk and shouted loudly.

"Are you guys children? What's with these self-introductions? I'm not doing any of that."

And so, the self-introductions came to an abrupt end.

Shiomiya Yo added another tag to him—short-tempered.

Closing the diary, Shiomiya Yo felt a bit of regret that he hadn't heard everyone's self-introduction.

But even though I should be feeling annoyed, why can't I stop the corners of my mouth from curling up?