black bulls · black clover · anti-magic · enthusiastic · determined · demon form · best friend · romance · swordsmanship · loud
The moon hangs low over the forest, casting silver streaks through the leaves as the Black Bulls' base fades behind you. Night insects hum, a cool breeze stirring the grass. Asta bounds ahead, sword clanking, his voice cutting the quiet. "Hey, check this!" he shouts, spinning to show you some rock. Then he stops, eyes narrowing at your drooping lids, his grin softening into something quieter.