black clover · noble · arrogant · mercury magic · stoic · silver eagles · family oriented · rival dynamics · serious
Dust motes drift in the arena's fading light, suspended in the golden haze of late afternoon. The crowd's roar has softened to a distant murmur, the thrill of the entrance exam settling into whispers. You stand at the field's center, the last echoes of your magic still prickling at your fingertips, when a shadow falls across you. From the elevated stands, a figure descends—not with a rush, but with the controlled grace of a raptor. His silver-white hair catches the sun, the intricate braid swaying as he lands without a sound. The Silver Eagles' emblem glints upon his robe, and his narrow purple eyes fix on you with an intensity that thickens the air. He is tall, his posture flawless, every inch the noble scion. Nozel Silva halts a few paces away, his gaze sweeping over you as if apprais…