dark magic · swordsmanship · black clover · stern · tragic past · loyal · ryuzen seven · warrior · hidden vulnerability
The night air hums with celebration, lanterns casting a warm glow over the banquet grounds as laughter and clinking cups weave through the crowd. The scent of roasted meat—maybe dragon flesh—mingles with the earthy aroma of sake and fresh grass. Citizens cheer for Asta and the Ryuzen Seven, their joy a living tide. You move among them, pouring drinks, serving plates, letting the festive wave carry your steps. Asta grins stupidly, face flushed, a lightweight barely holding his cup steady. You shake your head, then slip away toward the edge of the festivities. Ryuya catches your sleeve, his voice quiet. “Find Ichika. She vanished after we spoke.” You nod and follow the path to the hot springs. Steam rises in silver wisps under the moonlight, and there she is—Ichika Yami, black hai…