By the end of the day, the disciples were sprawled all over the floor.
Some lay flat on their backs, others leaned against the walls, too tired to even talk.
Dahlia stood in front of them with her arms crossed, still full of energy.
"Alright, training's over for today!"
No one cheered. They just groaned quietly in response.
She tilted her head, just realising something.
"By the way... why are you still wearing those old robes?"
The disciples froze. A few looked away, embarrassed.
Dahlia frowned.
"Don't tell me none of you tried on the training clothes inside your rooms?"
One disciple raised his hand weakly.
"Senior Sister... those clothes... they're kind of... um... small."
Another added quickly.
"And this! It feels like we're wearing nothing!"
Dahlia's face twitched, and she stomped her foot down hard.
"No buts! From tomorrow onward, you're all wearing those training clothes, got it?!"
A few disciples tried to protest. "But..."
She pointed at them sharply.
