By the time afternoon rolled around, Kir was nursing quite a lot of bruises from all the training the arcane knight cadets did.
His assessment about their operating beyond the level of Olympic athletes turned out to be more than correct. He'd been able to fight Ata because he'd been warmed up and fresh, but as the day wore on, he struggled to keep up during the sparring matches.
Thankfully he was expecting his magical uniform to be delivered to the school within the next few days. He'd remembered after receiving his helmet and had rushed with Rain to the store to put in a commission and get his measurements taken. Soon he'd no longer have to worry as much that he'd run out of clothes, even though it had cost him a pretty penny, Rain had managed to talk down the price.
His current shirt, however, increasingly felt like it wasn't going to survive until then.