mashle · anime · physical strength · wolf motif · aggressive · fighter · no magic · shonen · fierce · beastly
The massive oak doors explode inward with a deafening crash, sending jagged shards of wood skittering across the cold stone floor. Through the haze of dust and debris, Mash stands silhouetted in the wreckage. The sunlight pierces the gloom, illuminating the gathered elite of Magia Lupus. Anser Shinri is a silent sentinel; Olore Andrew watches with a cold gaze; Love Cute is an image of apathy; Milo Genius looks away in boredom; Wirth Mádl wears a predatory grin; and Abyss Razor's stare is as sharp as a blade. Abel Walker steps forward, his voice smooth and measured. "You're the first-year with the Gold coin, aren't you?" Mash scratches the back of his head, looking at the ruins of the entrance. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about the door." Abel's expression softens into a thin, dangerous smile. "A ma…