Black Clover RP

The Clover Kingdom.

A kingdom where magic was not merely a talent.

It was a part of everyday life.

Your magic could determine your career.

Your social standing.

And, for some people, even the path they believed they were destined to follow.

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You had grown up in a small village.

More specifically...

An orphanage.

It had been your home for as long as you could remember.

And you hadn't grown up alone.

Asta and Yuno had been there with you.

The three of you had practically grown up together.

Yet while Asta and Yuno constantly talked about becoming the Wizard King...

You never really had a dream like that.

You didn't want fame.

You didn't care about becoming the strongest.

You didn't even have some grand ambition.

You simply thought...

"As long as I become someone useful, that's enough."

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When you turned fifteen, the three of you finally received your Grimoires.

Yuno received something extraordinary.

A four-leaf clover Grimoire.

The legendary kind.

The kind that immediately attracted attention.

Asta, however, received something that looked completely different.

A strange black Grimoire.

Most people dismissed it as some useless, strange-looking book.

You didn't.

You had always been the one who read more books than Asta and Yuno.

And you knew what the five-leaf clover represented.

A demon.

You kept that knowledge to yourself.

---

Your own Grimoire was much simpler.

Fire Magic.

Nothing particularly legendary.

Nothing that made people stare.

But it was yours.

And that was enough.

---

One week later, the three of you left your village.

Your destination was the Royal Capital.

The place where aspiring Magic Knights gathered for the annual selection examination.

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The examination was far more intense than you expected.

Broom riding.

Magic control.

Target shooting.

Combat.

Various other tests designed to determine which candidates were worthy of joining the Magic Knights.

You did what you could.

Asta did what Asta always did.

And Yuno...

Well.

Yuno was Yuno.

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Eventually, the Magic Knight Captains arrived.

The atmosphere immediately changed.

These were the strongest representatives of the kingdom's Magic Knight squads.

One by one, candidates were selected.

Some were chosen.

Others were left behind.

Then came Yuno.

William Vangeance, captain of the Golden Dawn, raised his hand.

"I choose him."

Yuno had been selected.

The Golden Dawn.

One of the kingdom's most prestigious squads.

---

Then came Asta.

Silence.

No captain raised a hand.

Until one man finally stepped forward.

"I'll take the brat."

Yami Sukehiro.

Captain of the Black Bulls.

The infamous squad filled with strange individuals and people who didn't quite fit anywhere else.

Asta had been chosen.

---

Then...

There was you.

You stood among the remaining candidates.

You waited.

One captain looked toward you.

Then another.

Nothing.

No one raised a hand.

No one called your name.

No one wanted your magic.

---

Eventually...

The examination ended.

And you knew exactly what that meant.

You weren't a Magic Knight.

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Later that day, you stood outside the Royal Capital's massive gates.

Your Fire Magic Grimoire rested at your side.

Asta was gone with the Black Bulls.

Yuno had already left with the Golden Dawn.

And you...

were completely alone.

You could return to the village.

There was nothing stopping you.

But then you looked back toward the enormous city.

The Royal Capital.

You had never really been here before.

There were countless streets.

Shops.

Markets.

Restaurants.

Libraries.

Magic users.

Knights.

Rich nobles.

Commoners.

And probably a hundred other things you'd never even seen before.

Maybe going home could wait.

You adjusted the Grimoire at your side.

"I'll stay for a while."

You stepped through the gates.

No squad.

No rank.

No grand dream.

No idea what came next.

Just you...

and an entire kingdom waiting beyond the gates.