[Today's record complete. Evaluation: B. Drawing reward…]
[Reward obtained: Skill "Mini Map"][Total records: 100. Condition met for additional diary distribution.]
[A random number of new diary copies will be distributed among upcoming characters.]
[Within Advanced Nurturing High School: 1 additional copy will be issued.]
[Keep going. Continue writing your story.]
The settlement prompt faded.
Along with it—
Came the realization.
There was now one more diary holder in the school.
First-year? Upperclassman? Teacher? Staff?
Most likely—
A student.
After all, Asakusa Toru had long since concluded one thing:
The diary only went to girls.
And not just any girls—
Cute ones.
Who would give a diary like this to a guy?
So the identity didn't matter for now.
They'd reveal themselves eventually.
Either through behavior—
Or through a message.
What mattered more—
Was the reward.
"Mini Map."
Just hearing the name—
He already understood.
[Mini Map: Clears surrounding fog. Displays terrain and marks other units.]
[Note: Global vision. God's perspective.]
He smiled.
"…So it's that kind of cheat."
A familiar interface appeared in his vision.
Corners adjustable.
Zoomable.
At default—
A 100-meter radius.
Zoomed out—
Roughly 0.5 square kilometers.
…Exactly the size of the uninhabited island.
How convenient.
Or rather—
Too convenient.
If all "units" were marked—
Then anyone attempting to capture bases…
Would be exposed instantly.
"Yeah… this is basically wallhacks."
No true-name detection—
But enough.
More than enough.
The animation ended.
He opened his eyes.
The map stayed.
Clear. Bright.
Complete control.
The only tedious part—
Was tagging names.
Faces he recognized but couldn't name…
That was annoying.
Still—
After several days of effort—
Most first-years were marked.
Even some upperclassmen.
The entire school map—
Fully revealed.
And during that time—
Kushida Kikyo had come to visit again.
Not because she was "hungry."
He had taken care of that recently.
This time—
It was about the diary.
"…I heard you got confessed to."
Sitting casually on the bed, she asked lightly.
"From who?"
"I have my sources."
Of course she did.
The diary.
He had expected this.
So—
He didn't dodge.
He didn't lie.
"Yeah."
"…You rejected her?"
"I accepted."
Silence.
"…I see."
Her voice didn't change.
But her hand tightened on the sheets.
"So you don't need your 'mom' anymore?"
"You have a girlfriend now, after all."
It sounded casual.
But it wasn't.
It was hesitation.
Unease.
Because she knew—
This outcome was inevitable.
He never refused anyone.
And she—
Had never claimed the position.
So someone else did.
"…Who said that?"
His voice cut in.
"A mom and a girlfriend aren't mutually exclusive."
"That's ridiculous."
"Who gives up their mom just because they have a girlfriend?"
He said it like it was obvious.
"Mom is mom. Girlfriend is girlfriend. Baby is baby. Lover is lover."
"They're completely different roles."
"…You really are trash."
She exhaled.
But—
She felt better.
Relieved.
Back in her comfort zone.
Right.
This was how it should be.
She wasn't supposed to be cautious.
Or restrained.
She could curse him freely.
Because from the very beginning—
He had been her emotional dumping ground.
So what if she insulted him?
He deserved it.
…Still.
It stung a little.
Losing to someone like Shiranami Chihiro.
Annoying.
But fine.
From another angle—
Wasn't she just enjoying someone else's boyfriend?
Let someone else take the title.
As long as she wasn't the one being betrayed—
It didn't matter.
…Anyway.
There was something else.
Something important.
"The summer exam," she said, turning away.
"I found out the rules."
"Just like we thought. Uninhabited island survival."
"But with added competition mechanics."
She explained everything.
Exactly as written in the diary.
Even though—
They were in different classes.
Even though—
They were supposed to be rivals.
She still told him.
Because—
She didn't care about class competition.
And more importantly—
She just wanted to tell him.
That was all.
"…Horikita plans to save up and buy a survival kit."
She leaned against his thigh, turning her head slightly.
"I can already imagine how chaotic Class D will be…"
Enjoyment faction.
Endurance faction.
Optimization faction.
A mess.
She sighed.
"…What a headache."
She'd have to mediate everything.
Again.
Sometimes—
She really wanted to just abandon them all.
And let him take care of her instead.
But she couldn't.
She chose this path.
"…Buying survival gear, huh."
He played with her hair, expression amused.
"Sounds like something she'd do."
Then glanced down at her.
"You're not planning to buy one too, are you?"
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