As he looked around for a bit to find a proper source of firewood, an effort was made to avoid all of the insects that slithered through the nightly forest.
Once finding a tree that wasn't covered in eerily-large millipedes or colorful arachnids, he drew his sword from its sheath, planning to strike the tree down.
Here goes…He thought.
"Hyaah!"
As he swung towards the body of the tree with all of his might–
Nothing.
Just a few pieces of bark were chipped off and a small cut was embedded in the trunk of the stalwart tower of nature.
…Father made that seem a lot easier than it is! He thought.
Sheathing his sword, he instead lifted his staff this time, pointing the end towards the tree as he breathed in.
At first, he was going to use slices of highly-pressurized water to get the pieces of wood needed, but he realized that would definitely be an unwise idea.