As Sid entered the training hall, he could see that Vincent was already waiting for him. "Good job, young one. It seems you are ready for the second phase of your training," Vincent spoke with a small smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Master Vincent," Sid bowed his head respectfully

"The next step is to learn how to control your breathing more precisely. Previously, you were able to hold your breath, but now you need to learn how to control the amount of air you release from your lungs. By doing this, you will be able to adjust how much air is flowing through your veins and improve your control of Ignite," Vincent explained.

Sid listened carefully, his mind fully focused on the next phase of his training.

"How do I control my air release?" Sid asked, eager to learn.

"It's simple," Vincent replied. "You have to practice holding your breath for a longer time, and then releasing the air slowly. You have to control the amount of air you release, depending on the situation. It's not easy, but with practice, you'll get the hang of it."

Sid nodded in understanding. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he was determined to become a One-Star Knight and avenge his grandfather's death.

"Alright, let's start the training," Sid said, ready to learn.

Vincent smiled and nodded, impressed by Sid's eagerness to learn. "Let's get started."

"In order to speed up your training, we shall spar from now on. You must hold your breath when you're defending and exhale when you are attacking," instructed Vincent.

At first, Sid's movements were stiff and awkward as he tried to focus on holding his breath and controlling his breathing. But with each passing minute, he could feel his body starting to adjust, becoming more fluid and responsive.

Vincent was a skilled and experienced teacher, and he knew exactly how to push Sid to his limits without overtaxing him. As they sparred with their wooden swords, Vincent would give pointers on how to improve his stance, his balance, and his timing.

At times, it felt like Sid was making no progress at all, but he didn't give up. He was determined to master the breathing technique and become a stronger fighter. And as the days went by, he could feel himself getting better and better.

"Good job, Sid," Vincent said, patting him on the back. "Your progress is impressive. But remember, you still have a long way to go."

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Sid nodded in agreement. He knew that becoming a One Star Knight was not an easy feat, but he was determined to achieve it.

They spent the rest of the day training, with Vincent teaching Sid new techniques and strategies. By the end of the day, Sid was exhausted but satisfied with his progress.

Eventually, after weeks of training, Sid was able to hold his breath for several minutes at a time, while still maintaining his focus and control over his movements. His strikes were more precise and powerful, and he was able to dodge and block Vincent's attacks with ease.

***

Once again, Sid sparred with Vincent, and although his movements were still somewhat stiff, they continued to improve with each passing day. His speed and strength had dramatically increased since he first began his training, and even Vincent was forced to take him seriously now.

"Your progress is truly remarkable," Vincent thought to himself as he parried Sid's attacks. He had only trained him for just a few months, yet the boy had already surpassed his expectations.

Vincent couldn't help but wonder where Sid was getting his seemingly boundless stamina from. It was highly unusual for someone to train every day without a rest day to heal their muscles, yet Sid always came back healthy every morning.

As the two wooden swords clashed, the sound of wood striking wood echoed through the room. Sid's strike was quick and powerful, and Vincent barely had enough time to adjust the angle of his sword to block it. The force of the impact sent a jolt through Vincent's arm, and he had to quickly regain his footing to avoid being knocked off balance. Vincent's aging body and previous injuries had weakened him compared to his prime, but he was still strong enough to train Sid.

Sid was already in motion again, his wooden sword whistling through the air as he struck at Vincent from a different angle. Vincent parried the blow, his wooden sword vibrating from the impact.

The two fighters continued to spar, their wooden swords clashing and striking with increasing speed and ferocity.

Despite his growing admiration for Sid's skills, Vincent knew he couldn't let his guard down. He blocked Sid's next strike, then launched a counter-attack that sent Sid reeling. The younger fighter stumbled, then regained his footing and lunged forward once again.

As the two wooden swords clashed, there was a sudden crack, and Vincent's sword broke. The force of Sid's strike had shattered it in two, leaving Vincent defenseless. For a brief moment, the room was silent, as both fighters stared at the broken sword in shock.

Vincent was the first to recover. He threw the broken wooden sword aside and nodded at Sid.

"Good job, kid," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "You've come a long way."

Vincent was awestruck by Sid's progress, and it made him realize that tales of legendary figures like Grand Knight Desmon. Reaching Two-Star Knight status at the age of 15 was not just a mere exaggeration. Sid's talent was a living testament to what was possible with godlike talent.

"It's not every day that I see someone with such talent," Vincent said, "and I'm glad to have you as my student. But remember, with great talent comes great danger. You must keep your progress a secret, or you may attract unwanted attention from those who seek to exploit your skills."

Sid nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of Vincent's words.

"Thank you, Master Vincent. I understand," he replied.

"Good. Now, let's continue your training. I want you to focus on honing your speed and reflexes today," Vincent said, picking up a new wooden sword.