"Today as I fought with Dremlin, I found myself asking why I was doing it. I can hardly see any difference between the first day we started and now. Dremlin says I've made progress but I can hardly see it. I'm just glad that I won't have to go through that torture tomorrow."
Izikel paused, lowering his quill. It was the first time he'd written about himself in the diary, and he wasn't sure if he was doing it right.
"Even if Dremlin didn't give me much of a choice, it wasn't really a tough life. I always imagined myself in these kind of situations when reading manga or watching anime, where the main character puts himself through dedicated training only to come out stronger. I used to ask myself would I do it? Would I be able to put myself through that kind of routine to better my life and as a very realistic person I concluded that the answer was no. If I could, I wouldn't have to wait until I'm in a fantasy world to do it, I could have put in the work to fix my life instead of…"
