Black Clover: The Chaos Legacy

March had arrived, bringing with it the season of firefly dandelion fluffs, their soft glow floating lazily through the air. This was also the time when every 15-year-old across the Clover Kingdom gathered for the Grimoire Awarding Ceremony. A momentous event, where a grimoire—one's magical companion and symbol of power—would choose its owner.

That morning, excitement buzzed in the church. Everyone was ready early, though some were more nervous than others. Asta couldn't stop shouting about how he'd get the "coolest, most amazing grimoire ever." Nash rolled his eyes at the constant noise, while Yuno silently checked his clothes for the fifth time, ensuring everything was in place. As for me, I felt a strange calm. Luna, perched on my shoulder, giggled. "Master, you're surprisingly composed for such a big day."

We set out as the sun began its ascent, the journey to the grimoire tower taking only a few hours. By mid-morning, we reached the grand stone structure standing tall and ancient, its spires piercing the sky.

Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the murmurs of young hopefuls echoing off the walls. The heavy gates creaked shut behind us, silencing the crowd. A commanding voice rang out, amplified by magic, reverberating through the chamber.

"Welcome, young men and women." The voice paused, allowing the weight of the moment to settle before continuing. "Today, each of you begins walking down a new path. I wish you all faith, hope, and love."

All eyes turned upward, to the extreme top of the tower, where a floating platform hovered high above the crowd. Slowly, it began its descent, carrying an elderly man who radiated an air of authority and mystery. In front of him floated a magical device amplifying his voice, glowing faintly as it pulsed in sync with his words.

"I am the master of this grimoire tower," he began, his voice tinged with melancholy. "We haven't had a Wizard King from this region in generations."

Whispers broke out in the crowd.

"I'm a full-fledged mage starting today," someone boasted.

"Look, those are the orphans from the church," another muttered.

"They look so shabby," one girl sneered.

"But two of them are so hot," a different voice added, sending a ripple of laughter through the crowd.

The corner of my mouth twitched at the comment. 'At least this isn't one of those cliché CN worlds,' I thought, suppressing a shudder. 'I'd hate to hear someone say, "I want to give birth to monkeys for you."'

Luna snickered on my shoulder, catching the joke in my mind. "Master, you're terrible," she teased, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement.

Her ability to hear my thoughts wasn't something I had gotten used to, even after all these years. I learned about it the hard way. During my early puberty, there was one particular incident where my thoughts strayed into, let's say, less-than-innocent territory. Luna had responded teasingly, something about me being "a growing boy with special thoughts and that its completely normal." Mortified, I'd immediately questioned her, and she had clarified that because I had named her, the bond between us grew stronger, allowing her to access my surface thoughts. She'd added with a playful smirk, "Don't worry, Master. Your secrets are safe with me." I'd never known whether to laugh or cry after that.

The tower master continued, his tone sharp and passionate. "Nor have we had anyone achieve greatness by joining the Magic Knights. I sincerely hope that one among you will rise to the rank of Wizard King!"

"That's impossible," someone scoffed, earning a glare from the old man.

His voice boomed again, laced with authority. "I am serious!" A bit of spit flew as he spoke, causing a few in the crowd to flinch.

After composing himself, he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem! Now, it is time for the awarding of grimoires."

As he spoke, I felt his gaze land on me. Luna's whisper tickled my ear. "Master, he senses me."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. 'So the guesses in my last life was true. He must be stronger than he lets on.' Meeting his gaze, I gave him a small nod. His lips curved slightly, a knowing smile tugging at his expression.

By now, the grimoires lining the walls began to stir, fluttering like birds in a gilded cage. One by one, they shot out into the crowd, selecting their chosen masters. Gasps and exclamations echoed as teenagers received their grimoires, their magical potential finally recognized.

By now, the grimoires lining the walls began to stir, fluttering like birds in a gilded cage. One by one, they shot out into the crowd, selecting their chosen masters. Gasps and exclamations echoed as teenagers received their grimoires, their magical potential finally recognized.

As everyone started receiving their grimoires, various comments started echoing through the hall.

"Is this my grimoire?" someone asked, their voice filled with uncertainty.

"Look, mine is bigger," another chimed in proudly.

"Whatever, mine is thicker," someone else remarked nonchalantly.

Hearing all this, the corner of my mouth twitched. If someone else were outside right now and overheard this, they might think something else entirely was happening here, with everyone comparing... well, something else.

And Luna, as always, couldn't resist. "Master, your thoughts are going naughtier," she teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes at her. 

In the middle of all these comments, a particular voice cut through the chatter.

"Umm, my grimoire isn't coming," Asta said, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of panic.

The old man struggled to answer. "Umm... well, try again next year."

Asta, visibly shocked, exclaimed, "What????"

Laughter erupted from the crowd, mocking him and filling the hall with jeers. But just as quickly, the laughter died down when a flash of light appeared on Yuno's side—the exact opposite of Asta's side. And then, his 4-leaf clover grimoire floated down from above.

The moment the 4-leaf clover grimoire appeared, everyone in the hall gasped in shock.

"A Four-leaf clover!?" they exclaimed, their voices filled with awe and surprise.

"Hey, that's a four-leaf clover from the legend!" someone exclaimed, their voice filled with awe.

Another voice chimed in, "The first Wizard King also received one. It supposedly holds great power, and at the same time, it brings good luck."

Yuno, his chest puffed up with pride, accepted his grimoire and declared arrogantly, "I will become the Wizard King."

Hearing this, the entire hall erupted in surprise. "Woah!!!!" came the collective exclamation, drowning out the negative and jealous murmurs from earlier.

The atmosphere shifted as everyone in the church began praising him. "You are so cool, Yuno!" one person shouted, while another added, "He is the hope of this region!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "This guy. Will you die if you don't pretend?" I muttered under my breath.

In my mind, I turned to Luna. 'Say Luna, my grimoire would be way cooler, right?'

Luna's voice echoed in my head, teasing yet confident. "Yes, Master. Just watch. It's coming."

As soon as she spoke those words, an incredibly colorful light lit up the tower, flooding the room with an almost blinding radiance. Everyone's attention immediately shifted upward, their eyes wide with disbelief.

There, hovering above me, was a red grimoire with golden trims. In the center of its front cover, a golden 6-leaf clover radiated a captivating divine glow. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Before anyone could fully process the spectacle, the tower began to shake, and all the books lining the walls of the room shot into the air. They swirled around the grimoire like they were caught in a magnetic pull, circling it in a welcoming embrace. It was as if the books themselves recognized the arrival of something extraordinary.

Slowly, the red and gold grimoire descended, floating in front of me like it was being drawn by an invisible force. As it hovered before me, the other grimoires—still floating—slowly returned to their places on the shelves, as though acknowledging my grimoire's dominance.

A smug grin tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reached forward and grabbed the grimoire. The weight of it felt just right in my hands.

With a dramatic flourish, I held the grimoire and declared, "I will become the Strongest Mage in the World."

The crowd fell silent, their eyes wide as they processed the sight before them. Then, cheers erupted once again, a mix of excitement and awe at the spectacle.

Amid the commotion, Asta turned to Yuno and said, "Just you wait, I'll catch up soon enough. After all, I am your rival!" His voice rose with determination in the latter part.

The crowd quieted for a moment, only to burst into laughter. "Big talk from someone who didn't even receive his grimoire," one sneered.

"Yeah, you, his rival? Talk about clueless," another mocked.

Asta, undeterred, ignored their taunts and began walking toward the exit. He only paused when Yuno, in his usual calm and cutting tone, said, "There's no chance."

Asta froze for a moment, his back stiffening, but after a brief hesitation, he resumed walking, his steps resolute as he left the tower.

Father Orsi, oblivious to the tension, danced around in happiness. "All right, let's head home and prepare for a feast!" he cheered, his excitement uncontainable.

Sister Lily, however, stared after Asta with a face full of concern, her hands clasped tightly.

As the ceremony came to a close, the tower guardian began giving his final remarks. But amidst the noise, I felt it—a sharp, malicious gaze boring into me. I turned my head and saw Revchi, the chain magic user.

The fool who would, today, nearly crush the spirit of the future Wizard King and steal the grimoire of a future Magic Knight Captain—or at least, that's how Asta and Yuno would view him in the future.

I couldn't help but smile as a thought crossed my mind. 'What would his reaction be in the future, when the two brats he once mocked rise to those heights? Would he lock himself away in his home, trembling in fear of their revenge? Or would he flee as far as possible, vanishing from the Clover Kingdom entirely?'

Our eyes met briefly, but as soon as he realized I had noticed him, he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to focus elsewhere. I chuckled lightly and made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

After the ceremony, the crowd began to disperse, and Yuno and I were called into the guardian's office. Yuno went in first, while I waited outside. After a few minutes, he emerged, giving me a small nod. "Your turn," he said simply.

I nodded back and stepped into the room as Yuno left, curiosity stirring in my mind as I wondered what the guardian wanted to discuss.

As I entered the room, I saw the guardian waiting for me. He gestured for me to sit and said, "Ryo, right?"

I nodded.

He continued, "Your friend earlier mentioned something about you. I still can't believe you're not interested in becoming the Wizard King. Can you tell me why?"

Hearing this, I smiled and replied, "Well, I'm clearly not interested in being buried under mountains of paperwork for the rest of my life until someone else takes over."

The old man looked surprised at my answer but then burst out laughing. "That's got to be the funniest reason I've ever heard! I guess you value freedom more than a title. I like that."

He then shifted gears. "Now, to the topic at hand. If you don't mind, could you show me your grimoire? I've never seen one like it before."

I nodded and handed the grimoire to him. He took it carefully, as though handling a precious treasure.

For a while, he inspected it with reverence. Then, with a wide smile, he handed it back to me. "It truly is one of a kind. Now I can finally brag to the other guardians that I've seen a six-leaf clover grimoire!"

After a moment of hesitation, he added, "Can you ask your spirit to show herself? It's nothing serious, I'm just curious. Even I've only ever heard legends about elemental spirits."

I glanced inwardly and asked Luna, "Say, Luna, would you mind showing yourself to him?"

She thought for a moment before nodding. Then, with a soft glow, she made herself visible.

The old man's jaw dropped as he stared at Luna in stunned silence. Then, recovering slightly, he leaned in to look at her more closely. Luna frowned and quickly hid behind me, her translucent wings peeking out.

Seeing this, the man chuckled. "Haha, it's indeed an elemental spirit—and far beyond the level of the four known elemental spirits!"

Curious, I asked, "Why do you say she's stronger than the four elemental spirits?"

The old man composed himself and explained, "Though I've never seen them myself, another guardian once described the immense power of an elemental spirit. But looking at your spirit… let's just say my intuition tells me she surpasses them by a significant margin."

We talked a little longer after that, covering various topics. He wished me the best of luck with my goals before sending me on my way.

After leaving the room, I rushed out of the tower, already sensing that something was wrong. As I neared the exit, I realized the confrontation had already begun.

Yuno was bound by chains, trapped in Revchi's magic. The thief sneered, mocking him. "Only the chosen can use their grimoire, but a four-leaf clover grimoire would fetch an absurd price from an underworld collector. Too bad the brat with the never-before-seen six-leaf clover grimoire isn't here. If I could snag his grimoire too, I'd retire rich."

By the time he finished his monologue, I had already stepped outside. My grimoire floated beside me, glowing ominously. Without wasting a second, I cast [Chaos Magic: Chaos Bolt], sending a chaotic burst of mana straight at him. The attack struck Revchi squarely in the chest, knocking him backward.

I could have ended the fight right there, but I didn't. This guy was the catalyst for Asta to awaken his grimoire. If I took him out now, I'd risk messing with that outcome.

Smirking, I taunted him, "Since you're so desperate for my grimoire, why don't you come and take it?"

I approached Yuno and placed my hand on the chains binding him. Using [Chaos Magic: Elemental Corruption], I disrupted and destroyed the chains with ease. Revchi sneered, rubbing the spot where my Chaos Bolt had hit. "You're worthy of that six-leaf clover grimoire, I'll give you that. But since you're insisting…"

He raised his hand, and more chains flew toward me. Calmly, I cast [Chaos Magic: Chaos Barrier], forming a shimmering protective shield around Yuno and me. The chains struck the barrier, deflecting harmlessly.

Before the fight could escalate further, a loud voice rang out.

"Hold it!"

We all turned to see Asta jumping down from a tree, his expression fierce as he landed between us and Revchi. "What do you think you're doing, thief?"

Yuno and I called out simultaneously, "Asta!"

Revchi, momentarily taken aback, sneered as recognition dawned on him. "You're that boy... The sad, pathetic one who didn't even receive a grimoire."

Asta crossed his arms, unfazed. "How well-informed of you. But you're right—I might be sad and pathetic. Still, a grimoire is something precious to its owner. So, give it back, you jerk."

Revchi froze for a moment before covering his face with his hand and laughing. "Hehehe… You've got guts, brat. But the outside world is a place where crooked deeds go unpunished. Not that you'll live to see it."

He then turned his attention back to me and Yuno, grinning wickedly. "But first, let me deal with your friends."

Revchi resumed his assault on my barrier. However, Asta wasn't about to let him get away with that. He rushed forward, yelling, "Give it back, you jerk!"

Before Revchi could react, Asta landed a solid punch to his face, sending him stumbling back.

Revchi's eyes turned red with fury. "You little brat. Looks like you want to die first!"

Asta ignored the threat and charged at him again. Yuno, concerned, shouted, "Asta, run!"

But Asta didn't back down. "I'm not running away from this disgraceful jerk!"

Revchi's grimoire flew in front of him, its pages flipping open. He smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "I may have fallen to this sorry state, but I used to be a Magic Knight. A mere boy like you is no match for me."

Chains erupted from a portal behind him, snaking toward Asta. Although Asta managed to dodge some of them, he eventually fell into Revchi's trap and was bound tightly.

Even as the chains constricted him, Asta struggled. "I'm not done yet!"

Revchi sneered. "No, you're finished. [Chain Magic: Dance of the Pitiless Vipers]!"

The chains began to whip around like venomous snakes, striking Asta hard and sending him crashing into a wall.

I clenched my fists, my magic surging with the urge to intervene. But I held myself back. This was Asta's moment—his only chance to awaken his grimoire.

Still, I silently prepared a full-powered [Chaos Magic: Chaos Bolt] in case something went horribly wrong. If Asta didn't get his grimoire or if Revchi pushed too far, I'd obliterate him in an instant.

But for now, I waited, my eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. This was Asta's fight, and I'd let it play out.

Asta sat against the wall, dazed and slumped after the brutal impact. Revchi approached, a cruel grin on his face. Placing his foot on Asta's chest, he pressed down, mocking him further.

Seeing this, Yuno's mana flared as he prepared to attack. But I stopped him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Don't," I said, my voice calm but resolute. "Trust me on this. Let Asta handle it. He'll win."

Yuno hesitated, his eyes searching mine for answers. Eventually, he nodded, though his fists remained clenched in frustration.

Inside, I wasn't as calm as I appeared. My mind churned with the urge to intervene, but Luna materialized in her full form, taking my hands in hers. Her calming presence steadied me, even as I kept my Chaos Bolt floating nearby, ready to strike if things spiraled out of control.

Revchi crouched, using his leg on Asta's chest for support, his sneer growing even more vicious. "You put up a decent fight, lad, so I'll give you a parting gift: a bit of truth."

Asta glared up at him, defiance still flickering in his eyes.

"These chains," Revchi continued, gesturing to his magic, "can tell me everything about the magical power of those they touch. And you? You have absolutely no magic."

Asta froze, his struggles ceasing as the words sank in.

Revchi leaned closer, savoring the moment. "No wonder you can't use magic. You were probably born that way. A pathetic existence."

I could feel Asta's resolve wavering, his spirit cracking under the weight of the thief's taunts.

Revchi wasn't done. "I've never met someone as useless as you. When I think about what you've been through—and what you'll go through—it almost makes me feel sorry for you. Almost. Your so-called friends? Those geniuses standing over there? They're probably laughing behind your back."

Asta's head dipped, his fists unclenching as despair threatened to swallow him. I glanced at Yuno and whispered, "It's time. Say something."

Yuno, still unsure, nodded. His voice cut through the venomous air like a blade. "Hey. Who are you calling a loser? Asta is… my rival."

Revchi turned to him, sneering. "Him? Your rival? This no-magic pleb?"

But Yuno's words had already lit a fire in Asta's chest. He grabbed Revchi's leg, his voice roaring with determination. "Not yet! I'm not done yet!"

He pushed the man's leg off him, his strength returning. Asta looked over at us, his eyes burning with resolve. "Sorry for showing you that pathetic side of me, Yuno. Ryo. Just hold on—I'm gonna kick this guy's butt."

Before Revchi could respond, a loud rumble echoed through the tower. Bricks shattered as a grimoire burst through the wall, glowing ominously as it hovered in front of Asta.

It was an ancient, tattered grimoire, its sinister aura accentuated by the ominous five-leaf clover on its cover.

"My Grim...oire!?" Asta mumbled staring at the grimoire hovering in front of him

Revchi stumbled back, his chains dissolving in the face of the overwhelming energy. His voice quivered with fear. "What… what is that?!"

Yuno's eyes widened with pride. "I knew it. There's no way Asta wouldn't be chosen."

I smirked, catching his glance, and mimed zipping my lips. Yuno nodded, focusing on Asta.

The grimoire opened, and a massive, rusted greatsword emerged, clanging to the ground before Asta. He grabbed the hilt, gritting his teeth as he lifted its immense weight.

"It's heavy," he muttered, a small smile forming. "I guess this is why Ryo told me to train my body."

Revchi's fear turned to panic as he stumbled back, pointing at the boy. "What… what is that grimoire? That sword? What are you?!"

As Asta lifted the sword, a wave of anti-magic pulsed outward. The air warped, and for a brief moment, the shadowy outline of a devil loomed behind him.

Revchi scrambled back, desperation clear in his wild eyes. A massive portal opened behind him, and dozens of chains erupted outward, whipping through the air in a frenzy.

"You little wretch with no magical powers!" he screamed, his voice trembling as if trying to regain some semblance of dominance.

But Asta stood firm, gripping the massive sword with both hands. He held it horizontally, its weight seeming almost negligible now. With a single, decisive slash, he cut through the swarm of chains. The anti-magic energy emanating from the blade nullified them entirely, leaving nothing but fading sparks in its wake.

Revchi staggered back, his voice shaking with terror. "H-he... nullified my magic…"

Lowering the sword slightly, Asta crouched and then dashed forward. The speed was blinding—like he had teleported—and Revchi barely had time to react before Asta slashed at him with full force, shouting, "Even without magical powers, I will become the Wizard King!"

The sheer power of the strike was overwhelming. Asta's roar echoed as the blade connected, the impact generating a shockwave that nearly created a sonic boom.

"Not giving up is my magic!"

Revchi's horrified expression froze as the strike hit him squarely. His body was launched backward at impossible speed, smashing into the tower wall with an ear-splitting crash. The impact embedded him deep into the stone, leaving him completely immobilized and utterly defeated.

The dust settled, and Asta, amidst his injuries, let out a triumphant sigh. He carefully slid the massive sword back into his tattered grimoire, which hovered beside him before returning to his hand.

"All right!" he said, looking down at his grimoire with a mixture of pride and amazement. "I don't know how I got this thing, and yeah, it's all worn out and tattered... but I'll treasure it forever!"

With the fight over, I released the barrier surrounding Yuno and me, and the Chaos Bolt that had been waiting beside me dissipated into harmless sparks.

Luna, who had remained in her full form throughout the fight, shimmered softly. Her radiant figure shrank until she was back in her smaller form, delicate and graceful. She fluttered down to perch on my shoulder, her silver hair cascading like a tiny waterfall as she dangled her legs playfully.

I strode toward Asta with Yuno by my side. Without drawing their attention, I discreetly sent a small, invisible wisp of chaos energy into the unconscious Revchi with Luna's help. Asta might hesitate to take a life, but I had no such reservations—especially when it came to those who dared to harm my friends. This was something Luna had taught me, a necessary ruthlessness. The wisp would lie dormant, but if Revchi ever attempted to use his magic again, it would activate, destroying his mana core from the inside and ending him quietly.

(A/N: Yes, he can be ruthless if he wants too. Are you guys fine with that?)

Reaching Asta, who was catching his breath, I gave him no time to react. Without warning, I punched him lightly in the chest—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him flinch.

"Not bad, musclehead," I said with a smirk. "Looks like all that training paid off after all."

Asta grinned through the soreness, rubbing the spot where I'd punched him. "Hiss! Thanks, Ryo."

Before he could say anything else, I snatched his grimoire right out of his hands and inspected it closely. The worn, ancient leather and the ominous five-leaf clover symbol radiated a strange energy. I turned it over in my hands, feigning curiosity, before handing it back.

"You do know that a five-leaf grimoire is said to contain a devil, right?" I said, my tone deliberately casual.

Asta's eyes narrowed in determination as he clutched the grimoire tightly. "I don't care if it has a devil or a curse. I'll treasure it forever."

Hearing his response, I couldn't help but laugh. I handed the grimoire back to him. "Well, if you ever meet the so-called devil in there, call him Liebe and tell him your mother's name is Richita."

Asta froze, staring at me with wide eyes. "Wait... what did you just say? Do you know my mother? Or—wait—does the devil know my mother?!"

I blinked, realizing what I'd just let slip. My hand instinctively flew to my mouth. "Oops," I muttered.

Luna sighed, giving me an unimpressed look. "You really can't keep a secret, can you?"

I groaned internally but decided to roll with it. "Well, since I've already said this much… might as well go all the way." I turned back to Asta and crossed my arms. "It's not that I know your mother personally, but let's just say my magic allows me to see bits of the past and future. I've seen yours, Asta, and I know about your mother."

His expression softened, a mix of curiosity and longing.

"In a way, the devil in that grimoire is connected to you," I continued. "You could even call him your brother—your adopted older brother, to be exact. Your mother, Richita, raised him before he ended up in that grimoire. So if you ever meet him someday, don't be scared."

Asta stared at me in silence, processing the weight of my words. Then he gave a serious nod, his usual boisterous energy tempered by quiet determination. "I'll remember that. Thanks, Ryo."

Yuno, who had been listening silently, finally spoke up. "So... do you know about my past too?"

I met his gaze and nodded. "I do. But it's not the right time to tell you yet. Your situation is… special."

Yuno seemed to understand and didn't push further. Instead, he turned to Asta, his expression resolute.

"Asta," Yuno said, his voice firm. "Do you still remember our promise?"

As the setting sun bathed the horizon in hues of amber and crimson, we continued walking forward. The towering silhouette of the demon skull loomed in the distance, its eerie presence a reminder of the world's challenges—and possibilities.

"Asta," Yuno called out, his voice steady but carrying a rare warmth. A smile tugged at his lips. "Do you still remember our promise?"

Asta turned to him, a grin spreading across his face. "I didn't think you remembered it," he said, his tone teasing but laced with genuine emotion.

The two stopped and faced each other, the golden light of the evening framing them like a painting. Without a word, they raised their fists and met them in a solid bump, their smiles brimming with unshakable resolve.

"Let's see who becomes the Wizard King!" they declared in unison, their voices ringing with the fire of their shared ambition.

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the land. The promise they had made as children remained unbroken, stronger than ever.

And as I watched them, standing against the backdrop of the demon skull and the endless horizon, I couldn't help but grin. These two weren't just rivals—they were forces to be reckoned with.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I caught the flu yesterday and ended up sleeping most of the day. I won't be uploading any chapters tomorrow since this was the last extra chapter I had prepared in advance.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll also be uploading the poll results and starting the next voting round shortly. Stay tuned, and thanks for your support!