"Well before we begin to work on magic we need to build up your stamina a bit," he said looking at his son happy to see him so excited. "I don't want you to get hurt trying to learn magic. It's very easy to drain yourself and to get more stamina for magic, you need more stamina in general." He looked at his son and motioned for him to follow. He went to the center of the room and sat down and looked at him.
Razor closed his eyes for a second and inhaled before opening his eyes again. A very dull blade began to form from iron particles in the dirt. It was made to match his son's size. "I want you to take this and practice swinging it off to the side," he told him. He picked the blade up and put enchantments on it so it could not cut the boy by putting a barrier of magic between the blade and the air. It would bruise, but never cut. "Swing this. Let it become part of your body. Then after you master this in about a week I'll teach you to make a blade with your own magic to use."
Razor closed his eyes for a second and inhaled before opening his eyes again. A very dull blade began to form from iron particles in the dirt. It was made to match his son's size. "I want you to take this and practice swinging it off to the side," he told him. He picked the blade up and put enchantments on it so it could not cut the boy by putting a barrier of magic between the blade and the air. It would bruise, but never cut. "Swing this. Let it become part of your body. Then after you master this in about a week I'll teach you to make a blade with your own magic to use."
