Arc Summary: "All things change; all people grow. Including Kei Weilan. The only question is, is that change for better...or for worse?"
Years have passed and the trio of orphans from Hage have grown. Asta, Yuno and Kei are now ready to set off and try their luck at the Magic Knights entrance exam. When Asta is accepted at the last moment by the Black Bulls captain, Kei, of course, follows him. However, the Black Bulls are nothing like what he had expected and Kei's views of the nobles, the commoners and Clover Kingdom at large, begin to shatter, one by one. But before he can truly begin to accept them and be accepted himself, there's one last hurdle to cross...
'DANCE IN THE MOONLIGHT' ARC
the anti magic grimoire part four
This world has no use for someone like you, a poor magic-less fool. You might as well give it all up right now. You were born a loser, you worthless runt!
The damning words echoed in his head, only the latest in an endless line-up of similar cruel, mocking remarks. But this particular instance stung thousands of times more than ever before. (Even Asta couldn't run on nothing for ever.)
Asta's eyes fluttered shut.
Yeah. He's right. No matter how hard I try, I guess there are some things that just aren't possible.
So I might as well give-
'HEY!'
Two familiar voices interrupted his spiral before it could truly take hold.
'Who are you calling a loser?!'
'Pretending like you know people from a single glancing look at them? The magic knights truly have low standards for admittance...'
Yuno... Kei...
'Asta's no loser, he's my rival!'
'My visions have shown me a great deal of things in store for you, Asta. Don't you dare prove them wrong!'
Asta's eyes snapped open. He slowly dragged himself upright.
Yuno and Kei were right there. Watching him, completely confident in the outcome. He couldn't let them down. He REFUSED to let them down.
'Sorry you had to see me in such a weak moment, Yuno, Kei. Just give me a second.'
'That's all.'
'Then I'll destroy this guy!'
There was a flash. A flicker of something otherworldly. There was a strange feel to the air all of a sudden, of some odd not-mana. And in the blink of an eye, there it was, floating in the air in front of him. Battered and worn and glowing red. His very own grimoire. (Asta loved it already.)
The leaves of a clover are said to each contain one thing. In the first three, dwell integrity, hope and love. The fourth leaf is given over to good luck. And in the fifth... there lives the devil.