Limitless Bloom : The Rise of a Vermillion

In a hospital room, a young boy—who looked no older than twelve—stared out the window.

But he was not twelve.

He was fourteen.

A lifetime of illness had stunted his growth, leaving him frail and small, his body never keeping up with his age.

At fourteen, his world had already shrunk to the cold, sterile walls of his hospital room.

Born with a terminal illness, he had never known the joys of an ordinary life.

Surviving only with the help of machines.

Never feeling the wind rushing past as he ran, never playing outside with friends, never wasting time dreaming about a future—because he knew, deep down, that he had no future.

Only despair awaited him.

A creeping sense of dread, a silent whisper of death, inching closer with each passing day, waiting to consume him whole.

His parents loved him—he never doubted that.

But love could not erase the exhaustion in their voices or the weight of their struggles, hidden behind their forced smiles.

They never let him see their pain. Never let him know how much they suffered.

He wished he could ease their burden.

But all he could do was endure.

And so, he turned to fiction.

Anime, manga, novels—worlds beyond his reach, yet vivid in his mind.

He devoured them hungrily, escaping into their stories, their adventures, their limitless possibilities.

In those moments, where he imagined himself as the main character of the story, he was not a sick boy trapped in a dying body.

He was free.

But reality was never so kind.

One day, as he lay in bed, his breath shallow, his vision blurred, he knew—his time had come.

He had always known this day would arrive. He thought he was prepared.

He wasn't.

The creeping dread of death, the cold fear clawing at his mind—no amount of knowing could make it any less terrifying.

And then—it came.

One moment, he was there, lying on a hospital bed, pain consuming every inch of his body.

The next—nothing.

No pain. No warmth. Just a creeping numbness.

His thoughts slowed. His body felt light.

And then—darkness.

It was over.

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There was darkness, or perhaps there was nothing at all.

A void beyond human comprehension. A space where even the concept of existence was meaningless.

His thoughts slipped.

His memories faded.

His very being seemed to unravel, as though he would be erased from reality itself.

But then—it stopped.

Everything stopped.

Time held no meaning in the void.

At first, the nothingness was terrifying.

But as the emptiness stretched on, he found it strangely… peaceful.

No pain. No struggle. No weight pressing down on his fragile body.

Just silence.

Slowly, it felt as though he was becoming one with the darkness.

Until—

A sound.

Faint. Distant. Impossible to place.

Then—a light.

A blinding light, piercing through the void, erasing

the darkness, saving him before his very existence faded away.

And then—a pull.

Overwhelming. Irresistible. Dragging him forward.

And after what felt like an eternity—

Warmth.

A soft warmth enveloped him.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he could feel.

The sensation of air. The muffled sound of voices. The faint scent of something unfamiliar yet comforting.

He had a body.

Small. Weak. Different.

Wrapped in something soft.

His vision was blurred, but he could make out shapes—movement.

Someone was holding him.

Through his hazy mind, he tried to make sense of it.

Hadn't he… died?

Before he could think further, a voice spoke.

Gentle. Warm. Unfamiliar.

The words were foreign, yet somehow—he understood them.

"…Kirsch Vermillion."

His heart stopped.

The moment the name reached him, a wave of realization crashed over him.

Kirsch Vermillion.

A name he knew.

A name from Black Clover.

A strangled sound escaped him—a mix of shock and disbelief.

He tried to process it, but his mind was spinning.

This wasn't possible. This shouldn't be possible.

He was supposed to be dead.

The weight of it all was too much.

Tears welled in his eyes, and before he could stop himself—

He cried.

The woman holding him—his mother, he realized—gently rocked him, whispering soothing words he barely heard.

But none of it mattered.

Because in that moment, one truth became clear—

He had been reborn.

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TIME SKIP:- a few days later

I'm Alive.

Really… alive.

If he had heard correctly, that person had called him—

Kirsch Vermillion.

Is it really the Kirsch Vermillion I know?

Have I been reincarnated in Black Clover?

Reincarnation… He had thought such things were only possible in novels and manga. But to think he would get a chance—to be reborn.

And that too… in a magical world.

He wasn't sure if this was truly the Black Clover world yet. He would need to confirm it.

But right now, he didn't care.

Because he was alive.

And for the first time in both his lives—

He was happy 

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Time skip four years:-

In a quiet, sunlit garden, a young boy sat on soft grass, his small hands reaching out as delicate pink petals formed out of thin air.

Whenever his hand moved , more petals formed .

They swirled around him, shimmering under the sunlight, dancing like fireflies in the wind. A soft breeze carried their faint, floral scent, making the scene almost ethereal.

The boy, no older than four, had golden-blonde hair that gleamed under the light, and striking oceanic blue eyes that reflected the vast sky above. His fair skin held a healthy glow—something that still felt foreign to him.

Because he remembered.

Hello still had memories of previous life , though a fragmented mess of memories , he still remembered the pain he experienced in his previous life .

"Damn… I still can't believe it. I didn't die. But to think I would get reincarnated in Black Clover, and that too as him—Kirsch Vermillion, of all people!"

That Kirsch , Older brother Of Mimosa , that idiot obsessed with beauty , damn .

The thought made him pause, lips twitching. Kirsch, the narcissistic, poetry-obsessed noble… If someone had told him in his past life that he'd end up as this guy, he would have laughed in their face.

But still… he couldn't deny it.

"I love it."

His fingers moved, and another set of cherry blossom petals bloomed into existence, fluttering playfully in the air.

"It feels so good to be healthy. To run as much as I want, to play, to breathe without pain. To just… live."

The joy of simply moving without feeling like his body would collapse was something only someone who had suffered as much as he had in his previous life could truly understand.

And magic—real magic—only made everything better.

"And I have the same cherry blossom magic as the original Kirsch… A shame he never really used it properly."

Kirsch's magic had so much potential, but like most characters outside the main cast, he never truly explored it.

"Honestly, no one except the main cast ever used their magic to its full potential.

The nobles, the captains, even the royals—so many of them had ridiculous amounts of mana, but barely anyone really pushed their magic to its limits. They just followed whatever spells their grimoire gave them."

He exhaled, shaking his head.

"Well, that won't be me."

I am not going to waste this potential.

His cherry blossom magic might not seem like a purely offensive element, but he understood its depth.

"Cherry blossoms represent both life and death, beauty and violence. They're more than just illusions."

The original Kirsch had focused entirely on the beauty aspect, creating nothing but illusions and distractions. But that wasn't all this magic could do. Not even close.

"Sure, compared to the main cast, Kirsch wasn't that strong. But he still made it to Vice-Captain of the Coral Peacock.

That means his magic wasn't weak—he just didn't push it far enough."

Well, he wouldn't make that mistake.

He was born a royal. He already had an absurdly large mana pool. He refused to waste it.

Ever since he had been able to feel mana, he had pushed himself to use it every day, until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to see if it would work—if constantly pushing his limits would make his mana pool grow.

And after nearly a year of doing this, he could confidently say: it worked.

Not only had his mana capacity grown faster than normal, but his control was also improving. Well, calling it control was a bit of an exaggeration.

"It's more like… instead of my petals randomly scattering everywhere, I can now make them appear exactly where I want."

That was progress.

Next, he planned to focus on increasing the number of petals he could produce and then improving his control over each one.

"Maybe one day, I'll even be able to transform into petals and fly around… Well, that's still a long way off."

A goal for the future.

For now, he had other things to focus on.

Life as a royal was… something else.

The living standards were absurdly high. He had maids following him around all the time, ready to assist him with anything. At first, it had been overwhelming, but they were all very kind, so he got used to it quickly.

And on this, he made a vow—"I will never become an annoying prick like the original Kirsch."

His parents were… interesting.

"Actually, now that I think about it, every Vermillion family member has some quirky trait. At least one obsession."

His father and mother? Completely obsessed with each other. A love-dovey couple through and through, practically inseparable.

But despite that, they were good parents. They loved him.

…Actually, nearly everyone in the household doted on him.

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Then there were the other noble children.

"Langris and Hamon are the same age as me, and Finral is a year older… but I don't remember much about them."

In fact, he didn't remember a lot of things.

His past-life memories were fragmented, like a broken mirror. He could recall names of the main cast—Asta, Yuno—but finer details? Gone.

Even with the story itself, he only remembered broad strokes:

A terrorist group gathering magic stones to revive the elves.

The elves attacking, leading to chaos in the kingdom.

A devil being the true mastermind.

The first Wizard King appearing to defeat it.

Julius—somehow—turning into a child.

The Clover Kingdom discovering the existence of devils.

The Heart Kingdom arc.

The Spade Kingdom and the devil contractors.

Yami getting kidnapped.

The elves training the magic knights.

The final battle in Spade.

And something else.

There was a major antagonist lurking in the Clover Kingdom… but he couldn't remember who.

"Damn it. I know there was someone.

Someone dangerous.

But no matter how hard I try to remember, it's just not coming to me."

That was a problem.

But did it really matter?

"I don't care about canon."

This was no longer a story. His very existence was already a massive variable, and he had no intention of trying to force events to follow the original timeline.

Besides, what use was knowledge of the future without strength?

"Even if I knew every single event that would happen… if I didn't have the power to change things, what would be the point?"

Strength was all that mattered.

So he would become strong. The strongest.

And speaking of the future… his parents had been very busy lately.busy with some nightly activities.

"I mean, I know what's coming next. Next year, Mimosa will be born."

A small smile tugged at his lips. He had always wanted a younger sibling.

"I'll make sure to protect her. Train her so she doesn't have to depend on others to survive."

The world of Black Clover was dangerous, far more than anyone truly realized.

As for the nobility…

"The royals don't seem that bad. But the nobles?"

A frown crossed his face.

"They've caused so many problems in this kingdom. Honestly, the elf incident? Sure, the devil was the real mastermind, but the nobles played a huge role in causing that disaster."

If things didn't change, he wouldn't hesitate.

"If necessary, I will become king myself. Not Wizard King—King."

The Wizard King held honor, respect, and military strength… but no political power.

The nobles saw the Wizard King as a weapon, useful only as long as they followed noble interests. If their agendas clashed, they would do everything to bring the Wizard King down.

A king, on the other hand? Had actual authority.

"If I take that position, I can finally put those damn nobles in their place.

Humn , from what i know Black clovers got 3 Royal families: Kira, Silva and Vermillion.

original royal surname was Silvamillion, and the current three royal families divided from it , 

and only members of Kira can become a King because they posses light magic , symbol of royal status or something , 

well i mean it is not that nescarry to take over the throne when one can just manupilate the current dumb king to do what one wants , i mean if generations of nobeles can fool the kings to make enemies out of wizard king , the strongest mages of thier time , just how difficult will it be "

But that is for the future 

For now, i should focus on one thing

Becoming stronger

Stronger then anyone else ,

After all no schemes can survive infront of absolute might.

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Hope fully it is not bad , english is actually my third language and i don't have experince in writting .

still hope you all enjoy it . 

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