I’m Just an Ordinary Clown at the Academy

128 – Diary

Imperial Year 525, May 17th.

Second day of special training.

It feels like it’s been ages since I last wrote a diary.

I was still awkwardly adjusting to being adopted when my mother encouraged me to write a diary, so I wrote one for the first time. If I calculate roughly…….

Hmm…….. Too lazy to calculate. Just remember that it’s been a long time. What else do I need to remember? Honestly, I can’t even remember what I wrote in my diary when I was young.

Of course, if I were to go to the Ryvaden Manor, I could find out what I wrote in my diary when I was young…. But there’s no need to go to such lengths, and above all…. it’s embarrassing.

I left it hidden in my room for now because I’m not sure how to handle it. I’ll have to go and deal with it as soon as the vacation starts, as Rania might accidentally find it.

Ah! I can’t remember what I wrote in my diary, but there are still a few things I remember about diaries.

Especially, I still remember the conversation I had with my mother when she first told me to write a diary. Probably…..

“So, Sepia, how about writing a diary here?”

“……………..”

“Oh! Of course, I’m not forcing you to do it! If you don’t want to write, you don’t have to!”

“What is it?”

“Huh?”

“What’s a diary?”

“…… hahahaha! A diary is where you write about what happened today.”

“How do you write it?”

“Well….. I guess you can write it however you want, right? Since you’re not writing it to show anyone.”

“I don’t understand.”

‘Just jotting it down like a report wouldn’t matter…. Oh, is the word “report” still too hard to understand? How about writing it like a letter?’

It seemed to be something like that. I still remember the flustered expression on my mother’s face when asked what a diary was. It was really funny.

I wonder if the reason I still write my diary like letters is because of my mother’s influence?

Of course, I know now that this is not an ordinary way of keeping a diary, but so what. Writing a diary to show it to someone, even though no one will read it.

So, why suddenly start writing the diary that I haven’t written for a while?

There isn’t really a special reason, is there? I guess it’s mainly because while organizing the jewels I took out of the safe yesterday, the cleaning expanded, and I happened to come across a blank diary that I hadn’t written anything in yet.

And I also thought that maybe recording the training content of the day in a diary could be helpful later.

So, can we consider this not a diary but a training journal?

Hm…………

Let’s stop the small talk here and write about what happened today for now.

Hmm……. Hm……. Ugh.

◐ Ugh.

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Hmm.

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It’s not flowing well as I try to write. Oh, it’s not that there’s nothing worth writing in the diary. On the contrary, there’s too much, which is the problem. There were not just one or two things that happened today, so it’s hard to decide where to start writing….

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Oh, I doodled again out of habit. But since it helped me remember something, this kind of doodle should be fine, right?

I still haven’t decided what to start with, but I remembered the reason why I stopped writing the diary I used to write well when I was young. Perhaps because I got bored of just practicing the same spirit magic every day.

So, is the dilemma I’m facing now a happy one…….

I’ll erase the doodle later and maybe it’s better to talk about the new family members before writing about the training?

Of course, when I say family, I don’t mean that my father and mother gave birth to a child or adopted one.

As I write this diary, in that corner over there, the yellow bird crying sadly is named Chirpy. Even though you feel sympathetic seeing it cry sadly, once you remember the reason why it’s crying, the sympathy disappears and only laughter comes out, you know?

So, why is Chirpy crying over there?

Phew. I guess I was too overconfident and challenged the spirits, only to faint in just 3 seconds.

Ah! Finally, the name was decided as Chirpy. Naturally, when someone first suggested the name Chirpy, I also looked at the person strangely, thinking how can one come up with such a name.

It’s so tacky! Crying chirpily and being named Chirpy, how can one name so carelessly?

If a baby cries and wails, you wouldn’t name the baby Wailer! … Well, unless it’s a sucker. So, the baby’s name shouldn’t be decided by the sucker….

No, no. This is getting weird as I write. So, in case! Just in case! If a baby comes to the sucker, the wife should decide the baby’s name.

…. But since I might have a baby someday, wouldn’t it be good to think about the name in advance?

… Huh? Oh. But why did Chirpy end up being Chirpy even though I disliked it so much?

At first, when Chirpy heard the name Chirpy, it got so angry, and in the end, after thinking hard, I bowed deeply and pointed to the sucker with its wings.

Hmm, getting angry just thinking about it?

What’s wrong with Lightning Thunder! Honestly, isn’t Lightning Thunder cooler than a tacky name like Chirpy?

As I write, I’ve already written this much. I’m sleepy now…… But since I’m writing because of the training, I should write a bit about the special training and then sleep, right?

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Imperial Year 525, May 18th.

Special Training, Day 3.

In the end, I fell asleep in the middle yesterday, so I couldn’t write a single word about the training. It’s a diary for training, so shouldn’t I write at least a little about the training content? Then, I’ll write about what happened during the training.

First! But before that, I should write a bit about what happened before the training.

Lightning Sun… No, Chirpy is crying today too after challenging the spirits and getting defeated.

And today, just like yesterday, I walked to school with the sucker. It’s not like I went out at the exact time to walk together because I wanted to.

I mean, the time we walk together is only about 10 minutes, so it’s not like I went out just to match the time for a mere 10 minutes.

I did wait a bit in front of the dorm! Well, that’s because… because! Well, anyway, if we’re going to go around the same time, it’s more efficient to go together.

And hey, if there’s anyone who might bother the sucker while we’re walking to school, I help out so the sucker won’t be annoyed. Plus, if I’m walking with the sucker, not many people try to talk to us.

Enough about the sucker! At this rate, it’ll turn into a sucker observation journal instead of a training journal. Sucker observation journal. Not bad… No, no, it’s terrible! Why should I be writing about observing that guy? It’s awful!

At this rate, I won’t be able to talk about the training at all today. It’s all because of the sucker. Yeah, it’s all because of the sucker. Well, now, shall we talk about the training?

Hmm.

……..It’s strange how it flows smoothly when I write according to my thoughts, but when I actually try to think and write, it doesn’t come out well.

Hmm. Well then, that’s it! I don’t know, I’ll write the rest after showering. It’s not like the diary is going anywhere.

After showering and coming out, Chirpy is crying in the corner again. Probably got beaten up by the spirits in the meantime. This story keeps going off track. It’s Chirpy’s fault, but the sucker is also to blame.

Let’s try to recall what we did in the academy classes.

Today, before lunchtime, we all attacked Professor Elysia with the special class students, and today, unfortunately, the attack failed. We were close to success. Of course, it would change if the professor used mana.

After that, we all had lunch together.

And in the afternoon class, I had a one-on-one confrontation with Professor Gedra with the sucker. I wanted to train to dodge skull attacks even during Gedra’s class, but it’s probably impossible in a crowded place.

Should I just boldly suggest to the sucker to skip class and train instead? Given how easily the sucker falls for things, they’d agree in no time…

No, no! I’m only talking about the sucker and not about the training at all! Someone might think I spend all day thinking about the sucker!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, so I can’t write in the diary anymore today. Tomorrow, I really have to write about training-related stories first.

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Imperial Year 525, May 20th.

Special Training, Day 5.

Still, today I think I can start with a training story. Not a pleasant one though. Ah, of course, the training is progressing smoothly. We’re not just getting hit by ordinary skull attacks, and we’re getting the hang of the attacks by the strange skulls now.

But why isn’t it a good story?

Because we were caught training secretly in the forest! Just thinking about it makes me incredulous and angry.

If we were caught normally, I wouldn’t be this mad, but the fact is, both the sucker and I used the forest without permission.

But why am I so angry?

Because we got caught because of the sucker! Even though the sucker stupidly kept singing strange songs like “Seffia, cheer up, I’m here” loudly during training, if it weren’t for that, we wouldn’t have been caught.

Anyway, after some back and forth, the problem was resolved. The person who found us was Professor Idra. After some chit-chat with the sucker, she even gave us a permit.

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Imperial Year 525, May 25th.

Special Training, Day 10.

It’s already been 10 days of training. I read through the diary I’ve been writing so far. At first, I thought of burning or getting rid of it after 30 days, but now I feel a bit regretful.

Sure, there are many embarrassing contents, but since I’m the only one seeing it, it shouldn’t matter, right?

No one else is likely to see this diary besides me.