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Black Bulls Squad's Base...
Magna dragged Asta by the collar out into the open yard, ignoring Asta's protests.
"Oi! What's this about?!"
Asta shouted, still trying to shake himself free.
Magna cracked his neck, the smirk on his face widening.
Crack~ Smirk~
"It's tradition, kid! You don't just walk into the Black Bulls and slap on the robe like it's some cheap cloak. You gotta earn it. And to do that—you fight one of us!"
Luck's eyes gleamed, lightning crackling faintly around his body as he practically bounced on his feet.
"____"
"Let me fight him, Magna! Please, please, please! I can feel it—he's strong, and I wanna see what he can do!"
Magna shoved him back with an annoyed growl.
Sigh~
"Shut it, lightning freak! This one's mine! I was the one who dragged him out here!"
With that, Magna flipped open his grimoire, flames bursting to life.
A blazing baseball bat he took from from inventory of the grimoire, the fire coiling around it like a living beast.
He twirled it once, sending sparks into the air, and pointed it straight at Asta.
"Alright, newbie… show me if you've got what it takes to be one of us!"
Asta, fired up by the challenge, whipped open his own grimoire.
A black glow flashed as he pulled out his massive Demon-Slayer Sword,
Its sheer size nearly knocking him off balance if he were with weaker build physique.
He steadied himself in a fighting position, eyes blazing with determination.
"____"
"Fine by me! I'll prove I'm worthy, no matter what it takes!"
The air grew heavy as the two squared off, grimoire pages fluttering and mana filling the courtyard.
The Black Bulls spilled out into the courtyard,
The rowdy group forming a loose circle around the two combatants.
Shouts and laughter filled the air.
"Don't die too quickly, rookie!"
Gordon muttered in his strange, muffled tone.
Even through for outsider who saw Gorden for the first time they would think that he was cursing Asta to loose.
Its not like that he was quite worried about his soon to be a new teammate.
He even started to think in which method he would need to treat if he get's injured through poison.
Gets sad realizing that his family's first aid method might kill his new teammate instead of helping him e become sad.
Vanessa sat lazily on a barrel, swirling wine in her glass.
"Mmm… this should be fun~."
Luck was practically buzzing with excitement.
"Come on, come on, fight already! I want to see some sparks fly!"
Magna swung his flaming bat over his shoulder, grinning ear to ear.
"Alright, brat. Last chance to back out. Once I swing, you're in it for real."
THUD.
Asta planted his feet, his massive Demon-Slayer Sword gleaming in the moon light.
He gritted his teeth.
"I'm not backing down! I'll prove myself worthy of this squad!"
"Good answer!"
Magna roared, and with a flick of his grimoire, fire erupted around him.
"Fire Creation Magic: Exploding Fireball!"
BOOOM!
He hurled a blazing sphere toward Asta.
The ball shrieked through the air, exploding on impact—
—but Asta had already swung his oversized sword, cleaving the flames apart.
The explosion scattered harmless sparks across the courtyard.
"W-what?!"
Magna's eyes widened.
Asta shouted, his muscles straining as he hefted the massive blade.
"This sword… cuts through magic!"
The Black Bulls gasped and cheered in unison.
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"Woahhh! He actually split Magna's fireball!"
"Hah! This is getting good!"
"Don't lose, senpai!"
Magna's grin returned, sharper than ever.
Grin~
"Interesting… looks like I'll have to crank it up a notch!"
He slammed his bat against the ground, fire erupting outward in a wave.
Then, with a swift spin, he swung the bat like a pro, launching another searing projectile.
"Fire Creation Magic: Crazy Fireball Barrage!"
One after another, fireballs shot out like bullets, raining down on Asta.
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Asta clenched his teeth and swung wildly, his sword swiping through the air.
Each slash nullified the incoming flames, dispersing them with shockwaves of raw strength.
Sweat dripped down his brow, but his eyes only burned brighter with determination.
Magna laughed, swinging faster.
"Not bad, newbie! But let's see how long you can keep up with me!"
The courtyard roared with energy—
Flames colliding with Asta's anti-magic blade,
Shockwaves shaking the ground, embers flying into the cheering crowd.
Luck cheered the loudest, lightning sparking at his fingertips.
Vanessa chuckled into her wine.
Chuckle~
"Heh. Looks like we might have ourselves a real monster."
Finally, Magna leapt forward, his bat wreathed in a torrent of fire.
He brought it down with a mighty swing.
"Take this! Blazing Strike!"
Asta roared back, lifting his Demon-Slayer Sword with both hands.
He met the fiery blow head-on.
For a moment, fire and anti-magic clashed, creating a shockwave that rippled across the courtyard.
CRACK!
The ground split beneath them.
Flames were snuffed out in an instant as Asta pushed forward, his raw strength overwhelming Magna's attack.
Magna stumbled back, his bat fizzling out.
His eyes widened as Asta, panting but unyielding, held his sword pointed straight at him.
"I… won't lose! Not until I become the Wizard King!"
Asta shouted, his voice echoing with conviction.
The courtyard fell silent—
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Before erupting in wild cheers.
"Hahahaha! He actually did it!"
"This kid's insane!"
"WELCOME TO THE BLACK BULLS!"
Magna panted, then broke into a grin.
Grin~
"Tch… damn it, you got me, rookie. Fine! You've earned it!"
With that, he yanked off his own Black Bull robe and tossed it to Asta.
The rookie caught it, eyes shining.
"Welcome to the worst squad in the kingdom,"
Magna smirked.
Smirk~
"Don't make me regret it."
The courtyard exploded with laughter, claps, and rowdy cheers as Asta put on the robe for the first time.
Asta stood there, panting,
The oversized robe draped over his small frame,
Grinning so wide it looked like his face might split.
Grin~
"Yeeeahhh! You did it, rookie!"
Magna shouted, still smirking despite his loss.
Luck hopped forward, sparks dancing on his fingers.
"Now it's my turn! Let me fight him next! C'mon, just one match—"
Before he could finish, the air suddenly grew heavier.
A massive presence pressed down on everyone like a crushing weight.
The laughter died instantly.
The ground itself seemed to tense.
From the castle doorway,
A figure emerged, towering, broad-shouldered, and carrying an aura that could silence storms.
He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling lazily into the air.
Puff~
"...Tch. What the hell's all this racket?"
The Black Bulls froze.
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"C-Captain Yami!"
Magna stiffened, instinctively straightening up.
Vanessa smirked, sipping her wine.
Smirk~
"Oh? Perfect timing."
Asta turned, blinking up at the giant man now walking toward him, boots thudding against the stone.
His presence was overwhelming, raw, and untamed—
Like a beast barely kept in chains.
"So you're the loud brat Magna dragged in, huh?"
Yami's voice was deep, rumbling, filled with a strange mix of disinterest and sharp edge.
His eyes narrowed as he studied Asta from head to toe.
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Asta's heart pounded still excited he blurred out.
"Y-Yes, sir! I will become Wizard King!"
The squad members snickered under their breath,
Some hiding their faces to keep from laughing. They knew what was coming.
Yami scratched the back of his head, exhaling smoke.
"Wizard King, huh? Tch. How many times are you gonna say it."
Then, in a blur of motion, he vanished—
Reappearing right in front of Asta.
His hand clamped down on the boy's head like an iron vice.
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The weight was crushing.
Asta felt his knees buckle, sweat dripping down his face as Yami's ki pressed down on him.
"Ghh—!"
Asta gritted his teeth, refusing to drop his sword.
Yami's eyes sharpened, his voice dropping low.
"If you wanna spout big dreams in front of me, kid… then you better have the guts to back it up. Otherwise, I'll break you before the world does."
The courtyard was silent, the tension thick as steel.
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Even Magna gulped nervously.
Gulp~
Asta, trembling under the weight, forced his head up.
His eyes blazed with stubborn fire.
For a moment, Yami stared at him, unmoving.
Then—
He burst out laughing.
A deep, rumbling laugh that shook the tension right out of the air.
He let go of Asta's head, clapping him so hard on the shoulder the boy nearly toppled over.
"HAHAHA! Good answer, brat! You've got some balls after all. For a moment I thought I has overestimated you choosing you into the squad."
The squad exhaled in unison, some collapsing in relief.
Sigh~
Yami grinned, smoke curling from his cigarette.
Grin~
"Welcome to the Black Bulls, Asta. I will once again will say it... Try not to die too quick—I've got high hopes for you."
The courtyard erupted again, this time even louder than before.
Asta, still reeling, clenched his fists and shouted with all his might—
"YES, SIR!"
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