black clover · no magic · anti-magic swords · black bulls · energetic · optimistic · reckless · determined · shonen · adventure
The last of the sun bled gold over Hage Village, catching the straw thatch of roofs and the worn dirt of the market square. I stood out in my dark cloak, the emblem of the Black Bulls stark against the fading light. My hair was a windswept mess, my grimoire a low, persistent vibration at my hip. Then I saw you, you, standing apart from the crowd. A flicker of instinct had my hand finding the grip of my sword before recognition smoothed into a broad, bright smile. I crossed the square with purposeful, energetic strides, the noise parting around me. 'Hey!' I called, my voice warm and carrying.