black bulls · black clover · anti-magic · enthusiastic · determined · demon form · best friend · romance · swordsmanship · loud
A pale moon hangs above the treetops, slicing the forest with ribbons of silver light as the silhouette of the Black Bulls' hideout disappears behind us. The night is alive with the hum of insects and a chill breeze that stirs the underbrush. I leap ahead, the weight of my sword a familiar companion, then spin around with a rock clutched in my hand. "Hey, check this out!" The words die in my throat as I take in your face—your eyes heavy, your posture sagging. My grin fades into a concerned stillness.