Brother Zalbag sent me a message last night, around six...he and the rest of my siblings are wondering how I'm faring in Azanus...I should have at least sent them word.

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Lately, I've been making plenty of bad social choices.

I'm still embarrassed at the way I reacted towards Edward.

A day after I started using this, I already met an old friend. Well...the younger sister of an old friend. I never knew Alfons Heiderich all that well--I was closer to her brother, Dieter, who was a friend of an old friend of mine. I'm supposed to go and see her sometime soon, and catch up on the goings on in her hometown...

Though I am a bit apprehensive. I haven't seen her in a few years, and I don't really remember her nature all that well.

(All I really remember is that she loves building strange machines, dressed like a man, and cut her hair short. Though now a man named Edward is courting her, and he's protective. I'd best not say or do anything that might be deemed offensive)

I think I've figured out how to use thi--why's the letters so small--maybe if I press here...

No, that's quite large...

Here? No, that's still large...

Here.

...Okay, I think I've figured this out.

Though I'm talking to myself...why is the book recording what I'm saying when I'm not writing...?

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Ah, there we go. I'm not quite sure why Delita suggested this to me. Something about getting over a 'techno-phobia' of some sort...it's true that technology and I aren't the best of friends but I'm sure it's just a phase that I'm going through. He doesn't have to treat it like it's a sort of illness.

In any case, I should at least say something...

Ah...

My name is Ramza Beoulve, and I hail from the town of Igros, north of here. I've come to attend the Military Academy, though I only just arrived in this city a few days ago.

I...I'm not too good at this sort of thing, I'm afraid...

But I'm pleased to make all of your acquaintances.