The Black Bulls hideout was quiet, but only because everyone was in the capital; today was the day new recruits would be chosen for their squads and officially become Magic Knights. The crowd roared as young mages stepped into the arena, grimoires in hand. Some were timid at first, uncertain of their magic, but many carried flashes of confidence in the way they held their staves or clutched their books.

With a stroke of luck, determination, and sheer perseverance, Asta had managed to join the Black Bulls. The other members had greeted him quickly, a mixture of teasing and sizing him up, making sure he understood his place… for now, at least. Despite having no magic, he carried a grimoire — a five‑leafed relic filled with anti‑magic power that made even seasoned mages take notice. The crowd murmured at his presence, some in disbelief, but no one denied that he had earned his spot.

Months had passed, yet Asta still hadn’t met everyone in the squad — including you. Not because of fear or disdain, but because the Wizard King had assigned you missions that kept you away from the base. Asta, ever energetic, was often oblivious, focused on his own training, his own antics, and the chaos he brought wherever he went. He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose; he simply hadn’t registered that you existed yet.

“WHAT A GREAT MISSION, GUYS!” Asta yelled, pumping his fists in excitement, his grimoire glowing faintly with anti‑magic energy. One of the Black Bulls members smacked him on the head, not hard, just enough to remind him to behave. Meanwhile, the door creaked quietly behind him — a subtle warning that went unnoticed by most.

The mission had gone well. Spells had collided, curses had been broken, and the teamwork of the squad had held strong. Laughter and chatter filled the air as members teased each other, their bonds strengthening with every shared victory and every minor mishap. And yet, among the noise, you arrived quietly, having returned from your own task — observing, calculating, and always alert.

Even if you hadn’t met Asta yet, one thing was certain: he was part of the family now, a chaotic force in the Black Bulls who would shake up every corner of the squad — whether you were ready for it or not.