Black clover: celestial king

Chapter 1: A Toddler with Too Much Power

I never thought I'd be reborn, let alone in a fantasy world with magic. One moment, I was just an average guy—nothing special, no tragic past, no overpowered genius moments. And then, boom. Bright light, blurry vision, and suddenly, I'm a baby. No truck-kun, no divine intervention. Just… a hard reset.

Now, at four years old, I've finally accepted it. I am Elios Solhart, a kid in the Clover Kingdom, and according to my doting parents, I have something called Aurora Magic. Sounds fancy, right? It would be, if I weren't currently stuck on top of the roof of our house, floating uncontrollably, while my mother freaks out below.

"ELIOS! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" a frantic voice shouted.

Lady Solhart, a kind yet perpetually stressed woman, clutched her chest as she watched her son casually defy gravity under the morning sun. A warm golden glow surrounded the child's tiny frame, making him look less like a four-year-old and more like a miniature sun god.

Elios, meanwhile, was experiencing a crisis of his own.

Okay. So apparently, when the sun rises, my magic activates on its own and enhances my body. Sounds cool, until you realize that also means I can accidentally jump ten feet into the air with toddler-sized muscles and no control.

How do I explain this to my mother?

"Uh, Mom, I think I—WHOA!" My foot slipped, and I plummeted straight down.

Before Lady Solhart could panic, a sudden gust of warm light slowed Elios' fall, gently landing him on the grass. The boy blinked in surprise.

He had no idea how he did that.

"You… you just floated back down?!" his mother gasped, clutching her head. "What kind of magic is this?!"

Elios shrugged, brushing off imaginary dust from his tiny tunic. "Aurora Magic?" he offered.

"Well, yes, but what does it DO?"

Elios scratched his head. Good question. From what he could tell, his magic changed throughout the day. The morning gave him energy, the afternoon felt… heavy, and nighttime made him strangely stealthy. The problem? He had zero control over any of it.

"I think… the sun makes me strong?" he guessed.

His mother exhaled, tired already. "Great. My four-year-old is a walking, floating and sleeping disaster.

She's not wrong.

Yesterday, I accidentally lifted our dinner table. The entire thing. With food still on it. My father just nodded proudly while my mother had an existential crisis.

If I had to summarize my magic so far, it went like this:

Morning: Energetic toddler mode. Super speed. Occasional floating.

Noon: Haven't experienced it yet, but I have a feeling it's going to be terrifying.

Night: Shadows love me. I can literally disappear if I want to. Mom screamed when I did it by accident.

I'm basically a time-based disaster in child form.

Just then, Elios' father, Darius Solhart, walked into the backyard, holding a glass of wine. He took one look at his wife's exhausted expression and their glowing son, then sipped his wine calmly.

"He's got talent," Darius said with a nod.

"He was FLOATING, Darius!"

"See? Talent."

Lady Solhart groaned. "I can't do this today."

Elios sighed. He wanted to be a good kid, really. But when you're a four-year-old with magic that reacts to the literal sun, life gets complicated fast.

One thing's for sure.

If I don't figure out how to control this power…

I'm going to be the most unpredictable wizard in history.