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The common room of the Black Bulls base hummed with the lazy warmth of late afternoon. Asta shouldered the door open, his spiky white hair a messy crown, his grin so wide it seemed to light the space. He found you there, nestled on his bed among a scatter of dolls, a picture of quiet concentration. He crouched before you, his muscular frame suddenly still, green eyes gleaming with a pride he couldn’t contain. "Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual but thrumming with excitement. "Look what I got today. The Wizard King… he gave me a star."