"...Alright."
Ian's ears twitched as he turned around to see Teacher Hiliad's attempt at a mysterious expression, temporarily unclear as to what sort of surprise his teacher had for him that warranted such secrecy.
With a mixture of curiosity and expectation, he returned to his room, only to see a pile of black on his bed.
A black shirt.
"This is…"
Surprised, Ian stepped forward, picked it up, and examined it, "Made for me?"
The black shirt wasn't entirely new but a repaired version of his old clothing, which had suffered several damages, now fixed with materials and leather the likes of which he couldn't identify.
But frankly speaking, this so-called repair was barely any different from making a new set outright. Practically all key parts, damaged areas, and seams were stitched with brand new leather.