Razor watched him amused that the boy was taking to this so easily. He was a natural, but even naturals needed practice. Nothing would out do that. Even with all the natural talent in the world, Razor knew any one that spent time practicing could best the someone. He watched giving pointers in tips from the way he swung, to the position of his feet and arms. Half of the trick with the sword was how the weight of the body reenforced the blow that he gave. He smiled and after a bit called the boy off and smiled. "Do you feel the muscles you used aching a bit or?"
It was a fair question. He wanted to know how the boy was fairing with having just did all those training. He knew as a child he had little patience, but that too would improve with time, or so the man hoped. He needed him to or else he may find himself in a bit of a trouble. The patient one would also wait for the other person to make the first blow. That was something else he'd have to instill into the boy, but later. "So what do you want to do? Next week we'll start magic as long as you promise to practice for one hour a day with that blade."
It was a fair question. He wanted to know how the boy was fairing with having just did all those training. He knew as a child he had little patience, but that too would improve with time, or so the man hoped. He needed him to or else he may find himself in a bit of a trouble. The patient one would also wait for the other person to make the first blow. That was something else he'd have to instill into the boy, but later. "So what do you want to do? Next week we'll start magic as long as you promise to practice for one hour a day with that blade."
