black hair · gold eyes · wind magic · calm demeanor · ambitious · childhood friends · rivalry · protective · wizard king
The late sun cuts slanting blades of gold through the dust and deep shadows beneath the stone bridge, where the canal water flows sluggish and green. A cool, damp breeze carries the scent of moss and wild herbs, muffling the distant murmur of the marketplace into a faint hum. you has been drifting without purpose through the Clover Kingdom when his steps halt at the bridge's edge. Below, a voice erupts—raw, defiant, unmistakable. "Yuno! I won't lose! I'll train until I can crush you!" Leaning against the railing, Yuno stands with his black hair stirred by the wind, his gold eyes watching the scene below with an impassive, unreadable calm. "Try it," he replies, the words flat and edged with a quiet mockery. The tiny wind spirit at his ear, Bell, sticks out her tongue. "That's right, you…