Limitless Bloom : The Rise of a Vermillion

Chapter 3: The Path to Strength

Morning at House Vermillion

The soft glow of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and rose, casting warm light through the tall windows of my bedroom. I stirred beneath the silk covers, blinking away the last traces of sleep.

A new day. Another step forward.

I sat up, stretching as the door creaked open. A familiar presence stepped inside—one of the maids assigned to my care.

"Good morning, Young Master Kirsch," she greeted, moving toward the bed to straighten the mattress and adjust the pillows I had kicked aside in my sleep.

"Morning," I replied, running a hand through my blonde hair.

She worked efficiently, fluffing the pillows before moving on to dust the desk and open the curtains, letting in more light.

"Will you be having breakfast with the Lord and Lady today?" she asked without looking up.

I considered it. While my parents were often busy, they made an effort to have breakfast with us whenever possible. Before I could answer—

"Bruddah!"

The door burst open, and a small, golden-haired missile launched itself at me.

I barely had time to react before Mimosa clung to my legs, looking up at me with bright, emerald eyes.

"Pway wif me!" she demanded.

The maid stifled a smile as I sighed dramatically, scooping Mimosa up and spinning her in the air.

"Alright, but only for a little while," I said, earning an excited giggle.

Still holding her, I raised a hand, summoning delicate cherry blossom petals into the air. They swirled around us, shifting into different shapes—a butterfly, a star, a small fox.

Mimosa gasped, reaching out to touch them. The moment her fingers brushed a petal, it shimmered and dissolved into sparkling light, making her giggle.

Moments like these reminded me why I wanted strength.

Not just for myself, but to protect the people I cared about.

After a few minutes, the maid gently reminded me of breakfast. Mimosa pouted, but I promised to play with her again later.

With one last tight hug, she toddled off, leaving me to prepare for training.

After breakfast ,

I stepped onto the open training grounds behind the mansion. The crisp morning air was cool against my skin, but soon, I knew I'd be drenched in sweat.

First, I stretched, rolling my shoulders and loosening my muscles. Then, I dropped into position.

I began with push-ups.

Lowering myself steadily, I pushed up in a controlled motion. The first ten were easy, my arms moving smoothly. By the fifteenth, I felt the burn creeping in. By the twentieth, my muscles protested, but I gritted my teeth and continued.

Strength wasn't just about power. It was about endurance.

Next, squats.

I positioned my feet shoulder-width apart, lowering myself slowly before rising again. Each movement was deliberate. Proper form. No shortcuts.

One. Two. Three.

By the fiftieth squat, my legs burned, but I forced myself to complete the set.

Then came sit-ups.

I locked my hands behind my head, lifting my torso. My core tightened with each movement.

Twenty. Thirty. Forty.

Each rep brought a sharp pull in my stomach, but I didn't stop.

Finally, running.

I pushed off, sprinting across the training grounds. The wind rushed past me, my breaths coming in steady, controlled rhythms.

One lap. Two laps. Three.

My heart pounded, my muscles ached, but I relished the challenge.

By the time I slowed to a stop, my body was drenched in sweat, my breaths coming fast and hard. I wiped my forehead, taking a deep breath.

Not enough.

I needed to be stronger.

After a short break, I moved on to magic training.

I stood in the center of the training ground, summoning mana into my hands. Soft pink petals materialized, swirling around me in a gentle dance.

Before experimenting with the floating platform, I needed to refine my control over the abilities I had already developed.

I began with Petal Bloom, gathering mana and releasing a wave of cherry blossoms in all directions. The petals floated outward, shimmering as they spread.

A training dummy stood a few meters away, unmoving. I focused, willing the petals to strike.

The moment they made contact, the effect was immediate.

The petals didn't slice cleanly—instead, they shredded the wood upon impact, carving out uneven gouges and scattering splinters into the air.

I nodded in satisfaction. The attack wasn't precise, but it was still deadly.

Next, I practiced the Tornado of Petals.

Gathering more mana, I conjured a spiraling storm of cherry blossoms. The whirlwind expanded, the petals moving with controlled intensity.

I pushed it forward, watching as the swirling mass engulfed another training dummy. The petals tore into the wood, leaving jagged marks in their wake.

It was powerful—but maintaining its form for long periods required effort.

Finally, I tested my illusion trick.

I stepped back, channeling mana into my surroundings. A moment later, a copy of myself flickered into existence beside me.

It wasn't perfect—the illusion's movements were slightly delayed, the edges of its form wavering faintly.

Still, it was progress.

Now, it was time for the real challenge.

Floating Platforms.

I had theorized that by condensing my cherry blossom petals into a solid shape, I could create footholds in midair. It was an ambitious experiment, but if I could pull it off, it would be a major step toward advanced mana control.

I gathered my mana and shaped a concentrated swirl of petals beneath my feet.

It held.

Cautiously, I stepped onto it.

For a brief moment, I was standing on air—

Then, it crumbled.

I landed back on the ground, frowning.

Not stable enough.

I summoned another platform, adjusting the density. This time, it lasted a second longer before collapsing.

I fell. Again.

I clenched my fists, summoning another platform.

Step. Adjust. Fall.

Again.

Step. Adjust. Fall.

Again.

Each time, I improved. Each time, I held my balance a fraction longer.

By the tenth attempt, I took three full steps before it shattered.

I grinned. Progress.

"Not bad."

I turned at the sound of the voice.

Mereoleona Vermillion stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching me with a smirk.

Her presence was like a wildfire, overwhelming and fierce.

"You've got good control for your age," she admitted, crossing her arms. "Most nobles your age can't even shape their mana properly, let alone attempt midair footing."

I straightened at the compliment. Coming from her, it meant something.

"But you're still relying too much on force," she added. "Control is key. Instead of fighting against mana, let it flow naturally. Shape it without resistance."

I nodded. She was right.

"Then can you teach me ?" I asked, voice steady.

She tilted her head, considering me. Then, she smirked.

"That depends," she said. "Can you handle my training?"

I met her gaze, determination burning in my chest.

"Yes."

She chuckled.

"Good. Then let's begin."

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