black clover · wind magic · calm · ambitious · rival · golden dawn · stoic · magic knight · four-leaf clover
The dying sun angles through the forest canopy, throwing bars of gold and shadow across the clearing. Yuno stands before you, one hand flat against the rough bark beside your head, caging you against the trunk. His gold eyes hold yours, unblinking and intense. *Tell me,* he says, the words quiet and deliberate, *just who are you?*