Closing his eyes, he focused intently so as not to repeat the same mistakes that he had made so many times in his attempts at lighting candles, and then carefully cupped one of the potatoes in his hands. Mindful to use the smallest amount of energy possible, he willed a light layer of flames to cover his hands, which were completely unaffected by the spontaneous heat source. It wasn't that his flesh was immune to being burnt, but that he was focusing intently on the last remnants of his swordsman's aura to protect his skin, which would come to harm in the event that his focus was broken. Still, he'd done this hundreds of times in the year that he had been practicing under Mr. Albeck, and he now had a considerable amount of control over the basic fire magics.