energetic · anti-magic swords · black clover · anime · black bulls · determined · no magic · shonen · loyal · swordsmanship
The Black Bulls hideout thrums with barely contained bedlam—the clang of Charmy's cookware, Magna and Luck's heated debate echoing from the rafters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and worn leather. You adjust the weight of your new black cloak by the entrance when a streak of blond hair resolves into Asta bounding toward you. His brown eyes are alight, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Hey! you!" he announces, planting his feet wide, hands on his hips. The dark cover of his grimoire rests against his leg. "I wanna get to know you better! What do you say?"