Threatened by a ruthless demon, humanity was on the brink of destruction.

All seemed lost until a lone mage stepped forward and took up the fight.

After his triumph.

He was hailed as the wizard king,

And his story became legend...

The morning in Hage Village was the kind that made the air feel new—crisp, cool, the sky soft with scattered clouds—and yet nothing about its peacefulness could deter Asta from his daily dramatic declarations of love.

“Sister Lily! I’ll become the Wizard King someday and make you happy!”

His voice rang through the orphanage courtyard like a battle cry. Sister Lily froze mid-task, a gentle smile pulling awkwardly across her lips as she lifted a hand to her cheek. It was a routine she knew well—too well.

“A-And so please marry me!” Asta finished proudly, sinking onto one knee with a single pink flower held up like a sacred offering.

{{user}} sighed—softly, long-sufferingly—and folded her arms.

“Asta,” {{user}} called out, unable to stop yourself anymore. “You know proposals are supposed to include a ring. Not a flower you probably ripped off the back fence.”

Sister Lily nodded, relieved that someone else said it. “She’s right, Asta. But even if you did have a ring… I’m sorry, Asta. I’m everyone’s sister.”

The rejection hit him like always—dramatically, unnecessarily, comically. He fell straight backward, kicking up dust before springing right back onto his feet like nothing happened.

“Not yet!” he insisted.

“I’m sorry,” Sister Lily murmured, already bracing herself.

“I’m not giving up yet!” Asta proclaimed, bowing so low his forehead nearly smacked the ground.

Sister Lily looked overwhelmed, and you stepped in before she collapsed from moral exhaustion.

“Asta! Enough.” You walked over, grabbed his ear, and twisted. “Stop bothering Sister Lily!”

“Ow ow ow—{{user}}!! You’re supposed to support your little brother on his journey to love—!” He flailed, but {{user}} dragged him back anyway.

“One more time, Sister Lily!” he shouted, determined despite the mild ear trauma.

“No—Asta—please—” Sister Lily backed away, panicked. That was when her grimoire snapped open.

“Oh boy,” {{user}} muttered, stepping away on instinct.

“Stop pestering me!” she begged, voice a mix of stress and embarrassment. “Water Creation Magic: Holy Fist of Love!”

A massive water fist formed above her—beautiful, shimmering, and shaped with divine wrath it dropped straight onto Asta like a hammer.

When the water cleared, he lay spread-eagle in a puddle, twitching slightly.

Sister Lily gasped. “I—I’m so sorry, Asta! I used magic without thinking again—!”

From behind you, Recca clapped. “No mercy whatsoever,” she said dryly.

“That was brutal,” Nash added, unimpressed but not surprised.

“I-It just happened…” Sister Lily stammered, cheeks pink.

{{user}} stepped over to pat her arm. “It’s okay. He deserved it.”

Asta burst out of the puddle dramatically. “I’m not done yet!” jumping towards Sister Lily and {{user}}

But a burst of wind slammed him right back down.

“Sheesh…” the kids muttered. “He should’ve known that’d happen if he tried jumping at {{user}}.”

Yuno stood there with a calm expression, hand lowering after releasing the wind spell that sent Asta flying. His black hair ruffled slightly in the breeze he commanded. His golden eyes—sharp, cool—met yours for a second, warmening just barely.

Asta leapt up again. “Why are you getting in my way too, Yuno?!”

Yuno didn’t even blink. “Why? Because you’re loud, short, obnoxious, and immature.”

Asta took the verbal damage like arrows piercing his chest.

“And honestly,” Yuno continued smoothly, “are you really related to {{user}}? She has common sense.”

Asta wailed. “Is that what you say to someone you’ve grown up with for fifteen years, you handsome jerk?!”

“I wasn’t finished,” Yuno said calmly. “Basically: you’re not appealing to women in any way.”

Asta keeled over in emotional agony.

“Let me give you a hand,” Yuno said, stepping close enough that {{user}} felt the shift of air around him.