Black Clover: The Chaos Legacy

The figure finally condensed itself in the form of a girl. She was ethereal yet undeniably beautiful, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, reaching down past her waist. Her skin had a delicate glow, as if kissed by moonlight, and her golden eyes gleamed with an otherworldly depth. Her wings, translucent yet powerful, fluttered gently, adding to the sense of grace she radiated.

(A/N: For those cultured readers, I'll post an image of it later)

She stood before me with a teasing smile, her presence overwhelming yet soothing at the same time. I was momentarily mesmerized by her beauty, my thoughts lost in the glow of her golden eyes.

Then, she grabbed my face lightly, tilting her head as she laughed softly. "Hehe. Did you fall for me, Master?" she teased, her voice as melodic as it was playful.

I stammered, struggling to find words, but she only laughed again, her gaze softening. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I will answer all of them."

Finally regaining my composure, I asked, "Who are you?"

Her smile widened, but there was a trace of something ancient in her eyes. "I don't have a name, but you can call me the Spirit of Chaos."

A thousand questions rushed to my mind, but I asked the most pressing one. "Are these floating mists related to you? And what was that dark space?"

She nodded, her golden eyes flickering with understanding. "Yes, they are related to me, but not just to me. They belong to you too, Master. These mists are the energy of chaos, and you are the successor of the God of Chaos. As for that dark space… it was an inheritance plane created by the last God of Chaos to choose his successor."

The weight of her words settled on me, but I had one more question that gnawed at me. "Did my death have anything to do with you?"

She shook her head, her wings fluttering as she spoke softly. "No, that had nothing to do with me. It was probably done by Truck-kun, the God of Reincarnation. You slipped through your cycle of reincarnation and entered the 5th Dimension. That's when I sensed you and pulled you into the Inheritance Plane."

I processed this information, then asked, "So what happened to the last God of Chaos?"

She laughed lightly, her expression playful yet tinged with a bit of nostalgia. "Well, he got bored of the life of a god and retired. You can probably find him roaming around in some world."

Then I asked an important question, "Are you somehow related to him?"

Hearing this, she laughed—a soft, melodious sound that carried an inexplicable warmth. "No," she replied with a smile that seemed to light up the colorful mist around us. "Before retiring, he used his powers to create me as a guide and a companion for his successor."

Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at me teasingly, and I felt heat rush to my face. My earlier question suddenly felt far more embarrassing under her gaze.

Trying to regain my composure, I asked, "So, was it you who sent me to this world?"

She nodded gracefully. "Yes, it was me. This world, reliant entirely on magic, is the best training ground for you to master the power of chaos."

Before I could respond, she clapped her hands lightly, a playful smile on her lips. "Alright, let's talk about the rest outside," she said.

The next moment, she snapped her fingers.

A rush of sensation overwhelmed me, and I suddenly found myself back under the tree, sitting exactly where I had been before. Everything around me looked the same—unchanged, as though no time had passed at all.

I blinked in surprise, trying to process what had just happened. 'Guess time doesn't flow when I'm in the sea of consciousness,' I thought.

As though reading my mind, the Spirit of Chaos's melodic voice chimed in. "No, it's not that time doesn't flow. It's just that no matter how much time you spend there, only a moment will pass in the real world."

Her words caught me off guard, and I turned my head, only to find her sitting beside me, her wings partially folded behind her. She was leaning on my shoulder casually, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but smile. "So this is what you meant when you said we could talk about the rest outside."

She met my gaze with her glowing golden eyes, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Exactly," she replied with a nod, her presence somehow both calming and electrifying.

Then I remembered something important. "Wait, how am I supposed to explain your origin to others?"

Hearing this, she chuckled softly, her laughter like a gentle chime. "Unless you want me to, others can't see me," she explained. "And unless they're capable of using advanced magic sense—which, let's be honest, isn't common in this village—no one will even notice me. Plus, once I retreat into your sea of consciousness, not even magic sense can detect me."

I nodded in understanding, relief washing over me. "That makes sense," I replied.

She smiled and continued, "Even if someone does manage to see me, it won't cause you any trouble. They'll just assume I'm your elemental spirit, like Yuno's Sylph."

Her words sparked a memory, and I quickly agreed. "Right, I completely forgot about that."

An idea struck me then, and I said, "Well, since you're my companion, I can't just call you 'Spirit of Chaos' all the time. You need a proper name."

Her golden eyes lit up with excitement, and she sat in front of me eagerly, her translucent wings shimmering in the sunlight. "You're going to name me?" she asked, her voice brimming with anticipation.

Curious, I tilted my head. "Why are you so excited about a name?"

She leaned closer, her expression earnest yet playful. "Because naming me means you'll establish a formal contract with me," she explained. "Only then will I truly become your exclusive guide and companion."

Her words took me by surprise, but they also made me feel a strange sense of responsibility. I nodded thoughtfully, taking my time to come up with the perfect name.

After a moment of silence, I smiled and said, "Alright. From today, I'll call you Luna."

Her reaction was instant—her excitement bursting forth like a beam of light. "Luna," she repeated softly, as though savoring the sound of it. Her golden eyes sparkled with joy, and her smile widened, radiant and genuine.

As we continued talking, I suddenly heard the sound of wind rushing through the trees. I looked up and saw Father descending from the sky, carefully balancing supplies on his broom.

It was time to shift back to reality, but I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had just taken another monumental turn. Luna, the Spirit of Chaos, was now my companion—and something told me our journey was only beginning.

As I stood up and headed toward Father, Luna suddenly shrunk to the size of my palm and gracefully perched herself on my shoulder. Her tiny form was almost weightless, and her wings shimmered faintly in the sunlight. I glanced at her in surprise, but she just smiled playfully. "What? Spirits can adapt, you know."

I shook my head with a small chuckle, deciding it was best not to question it. Putting the thought aside, I walked toward Father. By then, the others had also gathered around him.

Father dismounted his broom, wiping the sweat from his brow before letting out a tired sigh. "That was exhausting," he said, but his face lit up as he gestured to the supplies. "Good news, though—we managed to get a lot of stuff this time."

Everyone was looking through the supplies with excitement, but my attention was drawn elsewhere when Father leaned over and whispered something to Sister Lily. "You know," he began, his voice low, "someone died in the town yesterday. People said they felt a massive wave of mana and heard a loud noise. When they got there, they only found a body embedded in a wall. Rumor has it the man offended a Magic Knight and was punished for it."

My heart sank at his words. My hands, which had been reaching for supplies, froze mid-motion. A heavy feeling of guilt settled over me. I stepped away silently, unable to face anyone.

Asta and Yuno must have overheard it too. They exchanged a quick look before quietly following me, concern etched on their faces. Sister Lily noticed my reaction as well, her brows furrowing with worry.

"What's wrong with them?" Father asked, watching us walk away.

Sister Lily, ever protective, quickly covered for us. "Oh, they're probably just tired. It's been a long day," she said, steering the conversation elsewhere.

Father didn't press the issue, likely dismissing it as childish behavior. But he could never have guessed the truth—that we were the ones responsible for what had happened.

I wandered aimlessly until I found myself standing before the towering, weathered bones of the demon—a haunting reminder of the legendary battle fought long ago. My gaze shifted to the statue of the First Wizard King, perched atop the skull. Unlike the massive remains, the statue was human-sized, its features carved with precision and care.

Carefully, I climbed up the jagged bone structure and settled down right next to the statue. Its presence was commanding despite its size, and as I leaned back against the cold surface of the skull, I let my thoughts drift.

A faint rustle in the air caught my attention, and I looked up just in time to see an Anti-Magic bird flutter down. It landed gracefully on the Wizard King's shoulder, tilting its head as if observing me.

As someone who had read the manga and watched the anime countless times, I knew the truth behind this place. That wasn't a mere statue—it was the First Wizard King himself, trapped in suspended animation through a forbidden magic. And the bird perched beside him wasn't just any bird; it was Secre Swallowtail, his loyal assistant, who cast that forbidden magic according to his wish and got herself turned into an Anti-Magic bird due to the curse.

For a while, I sat quietly, staring at the horizon as the sun began to set. The events of the day replayed in my mind, and I found myself whispering, "I didn't think... chaos magic could be this strong."

Luna, perched on my shoulder, spoke gently. "Master, chaos magic is powerful, but it is also yours to control. You protected those who mattered to you. Don't lose sight of that."

Her words calmed me, though a faint unease lingered. I hadn't known my magic would act so forcefully, but Luna was right—it wasn't without reason.

The sound of climbing footsteps behind me broke my thoughts. I turned to see Asta and Yuno approaching, their faces a mix of concern and determination.

"Ryo," Asta called as he scrambled up the bones, "why'd you run off?"

Yuno followed closely behind, his sharp eyes fixed on me. "You've been acting weird all day. What's wrong?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to explain what had happened. Finally, I sighed and looked at them. "That man in town... it was me. I was the one who caused it."

They both stared at me, wide-eyed, before the memory of the previous day hit them—Yuno's pendant being snatched, Asta wrestling with the man to get it back, and Asta being injured in the process.

"I didn't mean to," I quickly added, trying to explain. "I was trying to protect you all, and my magic... it just happened."

Asta frowned, his voice unusually serious. "You were protecting us, Ryo. So, it wasn't your fault. That guy deserved it."

Yuno nodded, his calm demeanor unwavering. "We're fine because of you. You shouldn't blame yourself."

Their words were straightforward, but they struck a chord in me. They weren't angry or scared—just relieved. For a moment, I let their reassurance sink in.

"Thanks," I said quietly, managing a small smile. "Thanks, Asta, Yuno, Luna."

They both blinked at the unfamiliar name, then looked around in confusion. "Wait, who's Luna?" Asta asked, scratching his head.

Yuno raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Is that... someone you've been hiding?"

Realizing what I'd said, I chuckled softly. "It's not what you think," I said, gesturing to my shoulder. Luna, still perched there, floated down to hover beside me.

Her silver hair shimmered in the fading sunlight, and her golden eyes held a playful glint. She offered them a gentle smile. "I'm Luna, Ryo's elemental spirit."

Asta's jaw dropped, and Yuno's eyes widened slightly, though he quickly masked his surprise. "A... spirit?" Yuno asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Yup," I said, keeping my explanation simple. "She's here to help me, but you can't tell anyone about her. It's a secret, okay?"

Asta nodded eagerly, his excitement overshadowing his ability to keep quiet. "That's so cool! You've got a spirit already?!"

Yuno's expression remained thoughtful, but he eventually nodded too. "Alright. We won't say anything."

The three of us sat together, watching the horizon as the sky was painted with shades of orange and purple. For the first time in a while, I felt lighter, as though the weight on my shoulders had eased.

"Thanks," I said again, my voice steady this time. "To all of you."

The sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a tranquil twilight. As we sat there, side by side, in comfortable silence, the weight of the day seemed to lift. I knew that this moment—this fleeting peace—was just the calm before the storm. Our journey was just beginning and I wasn't alone.

A/N: I can't believe that some one figured this out. Great work Dabi. Any way hope you all enjoyed the chapter.