Dragonheart Shenanigans
Taking the lead in teaching him the magecraft she wielded, Celly walked around the secluded garden amidst solemn mountains with a smile, standing by the spring that flowed into a small pond, "That spell you used against the boars was amazing, but even that can have harmful effects. I don't need to tell you that starving the brain of oxygen is a harmful effect."
"Yeah, I know," he rubbed his head.
"Through necessity, the magic you've learned towards cultivating is powerful, but singular towards battle; abundant in versatility when it comes to violence, though dormant in other regards," Celly instructed with a gentle smile, waving her index finger as she left a trail of mana particles that fluttered, "In that case, you need magecraft to de-escalate situations; avoiding harm is important."