As Cedric pondered in his room, the realization of his schedule for training the following day weighed on him. Coming from a family of knights, it was natural for the Montagues to be exceptionally talented in swordsmanship. Since he was seven years old, Cedric had awakened his aura, a remarkable feat considering most people developed their aura's around the age of 18. It depended on a person's genes, but those from prestigious backgrounds, like the empire's nobles, received the proper training, resources, and equipment from an early age. The young Cedric was undeniably a prodigy compared to his peers, and at 15 years old, he sensed that his aura was on the verge of breaking through to the second level.

In the world of aura, the first level allowed one to strengthen their body using aura, while the second level enabled the coating of weapons with aura. However, it was an exhausting process that required extensive practice. Considering his current age, if he reached the second level, he could only use aura on his sword for about five minutes, which left Cedric muttering to himself,

 "If I reach the second level, I can only use the aura on my sword for a few minutes."

His sister, who had been training from a very young age as well, displayed remarkable talent in swordsmanship. She had awakened her aura at the age of 11 and was currently 13. Cedric couldn't help but marvel.

"What a bunch of monsters, as expected of the villain's family."

Cedric decided to visit the training grounds to familiarize himself with his body and skills. As he arrived, he found the area desolate, with only two guards present. It was noon, and most of the knights and guards were stationed at their respective positions, usually accompanying the Duke.

The guards greeted him, asking if he was there to train. Cedric confirmed, and the guards couldn't help but murmur to themselves about his monstrous talent. 

"What a monster! At his age, I can already feel his enormous aura," 

 "Yes, it's expected from the first son of the lord. He takes after him so much."

Surveying the training ground, Cedric saw a collection of wooden weapons, including swords, spears, bows, and more. His eyes fell on the long sword, their family's primary weapon. As he touched it, he felt an uncanny sense of familiarity, even though the real Min-Joon had never wielded a sword in his life. 

The Montague sword style consisted of five stages, and Cedric had only mastered the first, which included footwork, basic strokes, and slashes.

Taking a deep breath, Cedric imbued a meager amount of aura into his body and wooden sword, he then aimed at the target dummies. With lightning-fast footwork, precise horizontal and diagonal slashes, and dark, dangerous strokes, he unleashed his family's techniques upon the dummy. It was a spectacle of power and control, leaving the dummies in tatters within seconds. Cedric couldn't believe what he had just achieved and mumbled,

 "A monster indeed."