There was a boy around the age of 13 swinging a large 2 meter long wooden sword, striking a wooden post almost three times his height. The big wooden sword was almost a size bigger than him. He swung the sword easily while striking the post with a loud sound.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

It was a repet.i.tive strike on the left flank of the wooden post. After around 50 swings or so, he switched to striking the right flank of the wooden post.

BAM!

These repet.i.tive actions continued until the boy's arms grew weary. Sweating and finally feeling exhausted he rested the sword on the post and sat down flat on the ground while heaving, this was after completing 4 sets of 50 strikes for both flanks of the post.

"Haahh, haaahhh… d.a.m.n that old man. Always so unreasonable." Muttered the boy.

This boy's family came from an old traditional martial arts family. One where the head of the family would inherit the preceding head's, in this case, the boy's grandfather's martial skills and pa.s.s them down onto his heir.

This boy was the heir of his family. Although he had many brothers and sisters, 3 brothers and 2 sisters in fact, the boy's father named him as the heir, although he was the fifth born child.

This was because of his talent and zeal in martial arts from a young age. His 4 older siblings weren't too keen on inheriting the family because of how old the tradition was, considering this was now the modern age. They had trained when they were younger because of the family's traditions, but they had other aspirations.

His zeal and enthusiasm soon turned into one of the boy's greatest regrets because of the unreasonable amount of a training he had to put in, in order to inherit all of his family's martial skills by the age of 16, which in his family, would be called the age of adulthood.

As a matter of fact, this tradition was really strange considering the modern age that the family lived in.

A woman's voice soon rang out across the field where the boy was resting.

"Cecil! Wash up and eat! Lunch is ready!"

The boy, Cecil, looked up to find a young woman standing outside the entrance of the field calling out to him.

She had silky straight black long hair, which reached her legs. She had an oval face, with a healthy aged complexion. She had healthy white smooth skin. But the one thing that was prominent from the woman would be her height. She had a height more or less 150 cm.

"Okay Mom!"

That short statured beauty was in fact, his mother.

Cecil picked up his wooden sword with one hand and started walking towards the woman. Mind you, the sword weighed around 30 kg. For a kid his age, being able to pick up a 30 kg object with just one hand was unheard of.

This was of course due to the semi-h.e.l.l like training that he had to endure during his very unhappy childhood.

Other children would be running around playgrounds, playing with other children in kindergartens, being spoilt by their parents and whatnot.

Not him.

He was sent onto an uninhabited island that was owned and monitored by his family to train. There he faced the elements and other things that were deemed fatal for a 5 year old.

Of course, he didn't face this alone. Since this was considered training, he had his father, the current head of the family, and his grandfather, the retired head, with him.

They were there to train him in survival. Survival against what you ask? It wasn't anything special like dragons, unicorns, huge fiery birds, or multiple headed serpents and such. Although he had his hopes up for fighting against these supernatural creatures, these were, in fact, just something that his father and grandfather had fed him when he was young in order to brainwash the young Cecil.

This was because the two were desperate to name a successor because the 4 older siblings of Cecil had renounced their rights for succession because they deemed them as old fas.h.i.+oned.

So, after spending a few years on the island with his father and grandfather, the young Cecil, exited the island greatly despaired and had utterly hated his two seniors for ruining his fantasies and even feeding him that bulls.h.i.+t from the start.

Of course this was just him venting, although his fantasies had been ruined, he never once did renounce his rights for succession. Just so you know, the other older siblings of his had directly renounced their rights after the island training.

The eldest to the third born didn't have any lies fed to them, but after the grueling training they just didn't have any enthusiasm to continue. The fourth had renounced his rights because he had his fantasies destroyed.

After the training and finding out that Cecil didn't renounce his rights, the 2 seniors were belated and thus committed their second mistake which had earned Cecil's whole-hearted resentment towards his father and grandfather.

The mistake was that they had upped the training duration and intensity while shortening the time for when he had to inherit all of their skills. The 20 year period had been cut down to only 10 years.

Having his training intensified, Cecil had no time to spend going to school and such. He had to devote all his time from when he finished his training on the island to now, when he finally reached the age of 13. In a few months, he would turn 14, marking the 8th year of his harsh training. When he finished his training in another 2 years, his age turning to 16, and he would stop his training and finally dive into society.

This boy, Cecil, who was about to turn 14, had no contact with the outside world. Other than the things that his older siblings and other family relatives would tell him and the things he would see from the TV, which he would only have 30 minutes of time to watch.

He knew basically nothing of the outside world. Well, nothing would be taking things a bit too far, but all he had was second hand information.

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Finally reaching to where his mother was waiting, they started walking together towards the building that was located adjacent to the training field. Despite the fact that their family had held onto a very old tradition, the family house was actually pretty modern in design.

It was a two story mansion that you would find belonging to any rich and prominent family. Their family was in fact, very, very rich. Because of their long history as an old family, they had large and small businesses all around the world. These corporates were now being run by Cecil's older siblings.

With a family so well off, who in their right mind would want to inherit the family's old tradition? Being the head of the family doesn't mean that they would inherit everything that the family had. It just meant they inherited the family's traditions.

In fact, the businesses that the family owned were created and managed by the founding ancestor's siblings and who, at that time, failed to inherit the position of family head.

From then on, it became the role of the inheriting family head's siblings to manage those corporations and businesses. This continued to this date.

You may ask, what about the families of the non-inheriting siblings? At the time when the new heir to the family was announced, the siblings of the heir would be trained in order to inherit the businesses by the current heir's siblings, in this case, it would be Cecil's uncles and aunts.

Their family would be given the proceeds that the family had earned throughout the time that they had run and managed the business.

The sizeable amount of money they earned would normally be used to open up their own personal businesses, which although in name only, would be tied to the main family. This way, both the heir and his or her siblings' families would be happy and live peacefully with each other without discord.

Of course the main family would hold at least 50% of the shares in the big corporations that they owned, which is the sole reason why the family itself is rich.

Though, most of the money would be channeled back into managing and keeping the business itself afloat. Because of this the main family was rich, but not overly rich to the point where the branch families would feel that the work they had done was only being used to enrich the main family. It was a give and take relations.h.i.+p.

But with the times being more and more modern. The benefits of being the main heir started to look bleaker compared to being a non-inheritor.

Not being able to focus on anything besides training from their early childhood from morning to evening, no contact with the outside world, no fun, nothing, just train, train, and train until the end of the inheriting period.

Who in their right mind would do this, right? But, maybe it was because Cecil saw how pitiful his father and grandfather had looked when they thought he would renounce his rights, in the end, he reluctantly didn't renounce them and instead accepted his fate.

After arriving at the entrance of the mansion, the two separated. Mother Cecil was heading towards the dining room, while Cecil himself was heading towards the shower.

"Mom, I'll go shower first then come eat."

"Alright, don't worry. Lunch won't start until everyone's arrived, so take your time."

"Okay."