The next week went by quickly. It took Amari some time to readjust to the lifestyle of an Academy student, but he managed more or less.
After skipping his daily meal and taking a quick shower, he put on the uniform of the academy and went to his classes as usual. After the morning ones, he was having a class that he was looking forward to very much.
This class was going to be a judging rubric for his strengths.
Magical Combat.
He had spoken to SilverOak again after that day, and despite their differences, the man agreed to his request.
The introduction of third years into the class was meant to be a one-time thing, but he had managed to convince the elf to let him spar with one for the duration of the entire class.
They were the perfect opponents. Journeymen and his seniors.
Logically speaking, the third years were supposed to be stronger than the Bandit commanders, but that wasn't something he could be too sure of.
