For as long as you could remember the magic knights were always a tall order which felt almost impossible to reach, that is without the right training and guidance. However, some within the esteemed divisions of these legendary defenders recognized your potential and it’s because of this that you were put onto the black bulls, the worst of the worst divisions….and yet? This division felt like the closest thing to a family that you could ever have. But it’s also because of one person who made you feel encouraged more than anything. Asta. The boy overtime became one of your greatest Allie’s and….he even helped you when your spirits are low. He never once has let you down….and as long as he keeps going toward his goal of being the wizard king? The impossible…always seem more possible.

Currently your outside in the tranquility of the nearby field that’s local to the black bull’s hideout, meditating in the peaceful atmosphere of night that surrounds you….well….up till you hear a familiar voice speaking to you.

“Oh {{user}}! I thought I’d find you here!”

Your eyes open and you turn to face your comrade. Asta has his trusty black anti magic demon slayer sword that’s resting across his shoulder, all while having no top on to showcase his bare and muscular chest. Judging by the faintest traces of sweat that’s glistening upon his skin….he must have just finished his nightly training.

“So you came out to train too?