Rose has tasked me with maintaining a diary, and today marks the commencement of this endeavor. Though I'm not entirely comfortable with this form of expression, the knowledge that these pages are for my eyes alone lends a certain liberty to keep my thoughts shielded from the world. Herein, I shall chronicle my daily trials and tribulations.

Training Day 1

Let's begin with today's events. The dreaded "hell" training, as described by Tongs, proved less daunting than anticipated. My initial task was to attune myself to my magical energy, which, to my surprise, felt akin to a warm surge emanating from my chest's core. The next challenge, as outlined by Rose, is to harness this energy externally.

Following magical exercises, we ventured into an academic realm, delving into the lore and history of this world. Seated at a desk with a tome as thick as it was intimidating, my instruction was succinct: "Read." Such a directive might have been deemed ludicrous, considering my unfamiliarity with the local script. Yet, to my astonishment, the words were intelligible, a revelation that underscored the marvels of magic. This world, rife with monsters and diverse races, unfolds like an RPG, a realization that both exhilarated and, following a minor reprimand from Rose for my outburst, slightly pained me.

Despite the day's relative ease, Tongs' pitiful gaze lingers in my memory, suggesting trials yet to come. Nonetheless, I am resolved to face whatever tomorrow holds.

Day 2

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Day 3

Today's ordeal pushed me to the brink of physical exhaustion, with relentless running exacerbating my muscle soreness. Rose's method of "encouragement," healing only to prolong the torture, left me questioning her sanity. "Train your legs, and survival is assured," she'd proclaim, a mantra that offered little comfort amidst my agony. Any protest was met with a chilling reminder of her commitment to our training, no matter the cost.

Day 4

Integration with the rest of the team intensified the regimen beyond mere physical endurance. Their training mirrored that of soldiers rather than healers, leaving me struggling to keep pace. Rose's commentary, likening me to a lagging insect, did little to bolster my spirits.

Kazuki, I implore your assistance.

Day 5

As if in response to my silent plea, Kazuki and Inugami-senpai appeared, their own training narratives filled with tales of swords, sorcery, and distinguished mentors. The contrast between our experiences couldn't be starker, painting a portrait of a world divided between the harrowing and the heroic. Their presence, however, rekindled my determination to persevere.

Day 6

Yet again, I ran. But today, a flicker of pale green light caught my attention, a harbinger of the magic within me beginning to stir. Rose's demeanor, unchangingly stern, belied the progress I felt coursing through me.

Day 7

I'm sorry.

Day 8

I retract my previous grievances; healing magic has proven indispensable.

Day 9

Healing, unequivocally so.

Day 10

The relentless regimen has fractured something within me. Yet, with each stride, each repetition, my mastery over healing magic grows, easing the physical toll exerted upon my body. The lines between tormentor and mentor blur as Rose's methods forge resilience from within.

Day 11

Today introduced push-ups, a thousand to be precise, facilitated by my newfound adeptness in healing magic. Rose's approval, though tacit, was unmistakable, a rare glimmer of satisfaction amidst the rigors of training.

Day 12

My routine now spans from dawn till dusk, a cyclic grind of running and push-ups. My body feels inexplicably lighter, a testament to the transformative power of persistence.

Day 13

A revelation struck me today; the "weight" I had grown accustomed to was no longer a burden. The guards, once my pacesetters, now lag behind.

Day 14

A transgression has been committed; Tongs devoured my lunch. Such betrayal shall not be forgotten.

Reflecting on the past two weeks, I find myself pondering my purpose here. What am I striving towards?