“Very well, Rozemyne”, said Ferdinand. “Now that you got your mana clumps dissolved, you will be able to train properly.”

Imagination:

(Rocky music in the background)

“Come on, Rozemyne, punch those bags!” said Bonifatius, before telling me to run other 5 laps.

“She’s got the blessing of Angriff, the god of war”, he said to Ferdinand. “Who would say that she’d become such a great fighter at her age?”

(Cut to mountain climbing)

“You can do it, Rozemyne, we’re near the top of the mountain!”

“I can do it, I can do it!”

(Cut to scene of martial arts training)

“Hyyyya!!!”

(crash)

“I did it! I did it, Ferdinand! I smashed those wood blocks with my bare hands!”

Reality:

“Now walk back to your room without your high beast. You should be able to do that now.”

“But Ferdinand, my legs hurt so much already!” T_T