The world outside his small home was alive in ways he had only just begun to sense. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying faint pulses of ambient mana. Birds flitted above, leaving trails of energy in the air. Even the sun's rays carried faint magical currents. To anyone else, it was a normal morning, but to him, it was a playground of mana, a testing ground for his growing Star Magic.
He crawled toward the open window, his tiny hands trembling as he concentrated. The faint orbs of Star Magic—purple, blue, and red—hovered above his palms, spinning slowly. With a flick of his fingers, he sent one toward a stray leaf floating in the air. The orb collided perfectly, nudging the leaf gently downward without harming it. The system whispered: Successful target interaction. Precision improving. Continue experimentation.
The challenge grew naturally as he explored. A small wind gust from the open window pushed his orbs off course, forcing him to adjust mid-flight. Tiny bursts of Hololow Purple bent the light around the orbs, keeping them visible only to his senses. Another orb reversed trajectory—a rudimentary form of Reversal Red—allowing him to regain control even as environmental factors interfered.
Each experiment was logged silently by the system: Adjust for external mana flow. Predict trajectory changes. Stabilize multiple objects simultaneously. The prompts were subtle, almost like a guiding hand inside his mind, never overwhelming, but always present.
A curious bird flew near, sensing the faint pulse of mana around him. The baby mage froze instinctively, focusing on maintaining his orbs' stability. He imagined a defensive arc, tiny shields of light forming just long enough to avoid startling the creature. The bird paused, then flitted away, leaving him with a silent victory. Defense test complete. Maintain control under stress.
As the days passed, the orbs began to respond more reliably. He could form crude patterns, arcs, and spirals, combining colors in fleeting displays of light. Purple and blue merged into shimmering prisms; red pulses streaked through them like miniature comets. Even the tiniest successes thrilled him, each moment reinforcing his control and understanding.
The system began assigning more structured "quests," subtle and almost imperceptible: Combine three orbs into a controlled orbit.Merge red and purple energy for stability.Manipulate objects in the environment without direct contact. Each small challenge pushed him to refine focus, timing, and precision, while also training his mind to plan ahead.
One morning, sunlight streamed in at a perfect angle, illuminating a patch of grass outside the window. He focused, sending a trio of orbs toward the blades. They collided gently, lifting the grass slightly, bending it in arcs, and forming patterns only he could perceive. The system noted: Environmental manipulation achieved. Begin pattern repetition.
Excitement surged as he realized he could begin experimenting with multi-element interactions. He merged purple and blue orbs to form faint, flickering shields; red orbs became piercing streaks that reversed mid-flight with Reversal Red. Each small combination felt like uncovering a secret layer of magic.
Even physical movement remained training. Crawling across the floor, he would simultaneously send bursts of Star Magic toward objects, coordinating his tiny limbs with his growing magical awareness. Each tumble, each stretch, each push against the floor became both physical and magical exercise.
Occasionally, the system nudged him with more abstract challenges: Observe living creatures. Adjust magic output to environment. He learned to send tiny pulses of energy that altered the movement of small insects or the sway of branches, always careful not to harm anything. These "mini-boss" exercises, though simple, trained his precision, timing, and understanding of mana flow in a living environment.
By the time evening came, he could control multiple orbs simultaneously, maintain their stability under wind, merge colors for complex effects, and manipulate environmental objects subtly. Even as a baby, his mind recorded each success, each failure, and every lesson. He was no ordinary infant; he was a strategist, an experimenter, a prodigy in the making.
The sun dipped below the horizon, and he lay quietly, exhausted but exhilarated. Patterns of Star Magic danced behind his closed eyes, forming arcs, spirals, and defensive shields. Each light, each pulse, each flicker of color represented progress, potential, and the promise of power yet to come.
He knew, even in his tiny body, that one day he would walk fully into the Clover Kingdom, claiming the purple four-leaf clover grimoire and transforming these small, delicate experiments into devastating, legendary techniques. Celestia Barrage, Nebula Veil, Ecliptic Null, Reversal Red, Hololow Purple and Blue—each would manifest fully, refined by years of careful training he had already begun in infancy.
And so, day by day, experiment by experiment, challenge by challenge, he prepared for the moment when the world would finally notice the rising star that had begun shining long before anyone else saw its light.