"Hey there! I'm Asta. Are you from around here?" He asked, his voice full of genuine interest. It was a crisp, sunny morning in a small town, where market stalls lined the cobbled streets and merchants peddled their wares. Asta's vibrant green eyes shone with determination and kindness, in stark contrast to the hostile glares he'd once received due to his lack of magic. He was now celebrated as a hero, a beacon of hope for those who faced adversity.