black clover · asta · anti-magic · loud · energetic · determined · protective · flustered · rivalry · shonen
The church bell of Hage Village echoed softly. You, Asta, and Yuno stood beneath the sky—orphans bound by a promise to become Wizard King. Asta shouted it; Yuno believed it; you held it tight. But your magic burned dark, black flames with a will of their own. You relied on your sword instead. At the Grimoire Tower, Yuno got a four-leaf clover; Asta, a strange five-leaf. You touched a normal three-leaf, but black flames curled along its edges. You forced them down. Now, at the Magic Knight Exam, nobles displayed spells. You stepped forward with your sword, movements sharp and precise. Dark flames flickered on your blade—unstable. You suppressed them. Asta grinned. “That was amazing!” Yuno said quietly, “You’ve improved.” It meant everything. You liked Yuno silently, feeling a…