By now, daylight had broken. Given the Black Castle's usual schedule, quite a few students would already be heading out.
In a rather foul mood, Mulan went upstairs to rest anyway. He could hardly show his face looking like this.
He slept from just before dawn until noon. After a stretch of less-than-restful sleep, Mulan woke in bed and raised a hand to look at it. His palm was still tiny. He rubbed his face, feeling its round, plump contours...
Shit!
All the other clothes in his wardrobe were far too big, so Mulan had no choice but to put on the military uniform that had shrunk along with him yesterday.
He had planned to gather another batch of students today, but looking like this, he would not be appearing in front of them.
Mulan went downstairs, pulled on an enormous raincoat, opened the door, and scanned both directions for a while before darting outside.
At noon, everyone was busy eating, so there were fewer students outside. Whenever he encountered one along the way, Mulan made a sharp turn and ducked down another route.
The raincoat covered most of Mulan's body, with a length of it dragging along the ground. Yet despite his somewhat ridiculous appearance, he was anything but slow. His agility had even improved.
At last, Mulan reached Matt's Alchemy Laboratory. Balu had stayed here to sleep last night; otherwise, things would have been a little easier.
A few minutes later, inside his laboratory, Matt stared dumbfounded at Mulan after he took off the raincoat, looking him up and down for a long time.
"If your magical aura weren't exactly the same, and you didn't look so much like him, I'd find it hard to believe you were Mulan."
Mulan replied irritably.
"This is Sir Walton's handiwork. Don't