After breakfast Atlas and Elvin walked around to the side of the house where there was a large pile of logs.
There was a stump of wood in the ground and an axe dug shallowly into it. The warm sun was casting rays over the area.
Elvin picked up a chair and moved it around so it was facing the stump before sitting in it.
Atlas looked curiously at him then back at the pile of wood.
"I thought we were supposed to be training." Atlas mumbled as he stared at his uncle who had a bag of chips in his hand.
"Oh but we are about to train. Can't you see?,"
"Oh okay so what do you want me to do?"
"Cut the woods." Elvin replied curtly.
Atlas sighed and looked over at the pile then back at Elvin who was watching him with an amused smirk
"I've never done this before. I don't even know how."
"Fair enough," Elvin replied as he stood up casually and strode over to the pile. Picking up a round log, he walked back to the stump and placed the log on it facing upwards.
