Limitless Bloom : The Rise of a Vermillion

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Chapter 5 – The Noble Gathering

The heat of the training grounds was intense, the sun bearing down on the cracked stone floor. Even with the natural warmth of his magic, Kirsch could feel the sweat rolling down his skin. His breathing was steady but labored, muscles aching from the sheer brutality of Mereoleona's training.

"Again!" Mereoleona's voice rang like a battle cry, filled with relentless energy.

Kirsch gritted his teeth, adjusting his stance as he dashed forward. His fists struck out, wrapped in a faint layer of Mana Skin, aiming for his opponent—a seasoned Vermillion warrior tasked with sparring against him.

He barely blocked the attack in time, but the force still sent him skidding backward.

Kirsch's fists weren't just physical strikes anymore; his mana control had improved to the point where his blows carried a tangible weight.

"Better!" Mereoleona grinned, arms crossed as she observed. "But you're still too soft. You hesitate before committing to an attack—stop thinking so much!"

Kirsch exhaled sharply, knowing she was right.

Four months of training under his elder cousin had taught him one thing above all—overthinking in battle was a weakness. Mereoleona fought on pure instinct, backed by overwhelming strength and refined control.

"I'll get it right next time," he said, adjusting his stance.

"You better. Because when I come at you seriously, you won't get a second chance."

Her words sent a chill down his spine.

Their training continued until the sky began shifting into hues of orange and red. Finally, Mereoleona called for a stop. "That's enough for today. Go clean up. You've got that noble gathering tonight, right?"

Kirsch, still catching his breath, blinked in realization. He had been so focused on training that he had almost forgotten.

"Right… The gathering at the Kira estate."

Mereoleona scoffed. "Sounds boring."

Kirsch let out a soft chuckle. "It is."

"Then why go?"

He stretched his sore arms before answering, "Because I have to."

Mereoleona clicked her tongue but didn't argue. Nobles and their traditions—she had long since abandoned that world.

"Whatever. Get going, kid."

Kirsch nodded and turned away, heading toward the carriage waiting to take him back home.

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The Vermillion estate was just as grand as ever, its towering walls and elaborate architecture marking the pride of their noble lineage. As Kirsch stepped inside, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Big Brother!"

A blur of golden hair ran toward him—Mimosa.

Kirsch barely had time to brace himself before she crashed into him, tiny arms wrapping around his waist. He let out a small laugh, patting her head. "I missed you too, Mimosa."

"You were gone so long!" She pouted, puffing out her cheeks.

"Four months isn't that long," he teased.

"It is for me!"

Before he could respond, a more composed voice joined the conversation.

"Welcome back, Kirsch."

He turned to see Fuegoleon approaching, his usual regal posture making him appear older than his years.

"You look stronger," Fuegoleon observed, scanning him up and down. "Mereoleona's training is paying off."

Kirsch nodded.

" Well I can control my mana far better than before and I can even maintain Mana Skin effortlessly now, and my reinforcement has improved a lot . Though... I still have a long way to go in hand-to-hand combat."

Fuegoleon gave a rare approving nod. "That's incredible growth . Physical combat is just as important as magic. If you continue at this pace, you'll be far stronger than most magic knights by the time you get you grimrore , you are already stronger tnat nobles your age."

Kirsch felt a sense of satisfaction at those words. Recognition from Fuegoleon was no small thing.

"Come," his older cousin gestured. "You should prepare for the gathering."

Kirsch sighed but didn't argue.

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Back in his room, Kirsch stared at his reflection.

He looked completely different from the original Kirsch of Black Clover.

His body, despite being only eight years old, was already well-toned—the result of two years of dedicated training.

His once-soft features had sharpened slightly, and his golden hair was shorter, reaching just past his ears. His eyes, a deep oceanic blue, carried a maturity far beyond his years.

He truly looked like a royal. Not just because of his royal blood , but now his very presence caried a dignified aura .

Dressed in formal attire befitting a royal, Kirsch sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

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As he prepared, his mind drifted back to his first noble gathering.

He had been only five years old at the time, and it had been held at the Silva estate. It was the first time he had met many of the other noble children—Hamon Caseus, Langris and Finral Vaude, Klaus Lunettes, Rill Boismortier, Nebra and Solid Silva, and even his cousin Leopold.

Hamon had been a short, chubby child, always smiling and eager to make conversations .

As formLangris, even back then, had been haughty and dismissive. Finral, on the other hand, was meek and easily pushed around by his younger brother.

And then there was Nebra and Solid.

Kirsch's gaze darkened slightly at the memory.

That year had been a painful one for the Silva family. Their mother—Acier Silva—had passed away after giving birth to Noelle.

Kirsch had been there. He had seen her in her final days, weak but still radiating strength. He knew that it was a curse of a devil that had taken her life, but he could not speak of it—if the name was spoken aloud, the devil would know.

He remembered standing there at the funeral, watching as Nozel clenched his fists, his face a mask of unreadable emotions. Nebra had been crying silently, unable to process the loss. Solid, who was only three at the time, had sobbed loudly.

But the worst part had been what followed.

Nebra and Solid had directed their grief at Noelle.

They blamed her, despite knowing deep down that she wasn't at fault. They just didn't know how else to cope with their sorrow.

Kirsch hadn't been able to just watch.

He had stepped in—not with force, not with anger, but with understanding.

He had spent time with Nebra and Solid, helping them grieve, reminding them of their mother's love. He had stood beside Noelle as well, shielding her from the misplaced resentment.

It hadn't been easy, but over time, Nebra had changed.

Instead of bullying Noelle, she had started caring for her. Instead of letting her sadness turn to bitterness, she had learned to let go.

She became somewhat like a mother figure to Noelle

And Solid… well, he was still arrogant, but he wasn't as cruel as his original counterpart.

Kirsch exhaled, shaking off the memories.

Now, three years later, he would be seeing them all again at tonight's gathering.

And for the first time in a while, he was curious about how much had changed.

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"Brother! Are you ready?"

Mimosa's bright voice pulled him back to the present. He turned to see her dressed in a lovely gown, looking both excited and nervous.

"It's your first time at a noble gathering, isn't it?" he asked.

She nodded quickly.

Kirsch smiled, patting her head. "Don't worry, I'll be with you."

With that, they made their way to the entrance, where their parents awaited them. The grand carriage of House Vermillion was already prepared.

As they stepped inside, Kirsch glanced toward the window, his mind already preparing for the interactions ahead.

Tonight would be… interesting.

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To Be Continued…

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