A few weeks of routine, Asta felt much more comfortable. He got up every morning at 5am, worked at the Son Farm until 4pm, ate dinner at a restaurant (more often than not, they ate at the Uzumaki Ramen Stand or Miss Makoto fed them), the majority of the time with Izuku and sometimes with a new friend he met.

He liked the dinners with Izuku the best, since their companionship came easy to them. Izuku didn't mind that Asta got loud often, mostly due to his strong enthusiasm but also because his hearing hadn't been the best when he was alive, but it seemed that being dead gave him full hearing back. Asta was still adjusting to it.

After dinner, they walked around the Town with No Name, just to explore and see what kind of things there was to do. If Izuku was at night lessons tutoring, Asta went to the bar to hang out with Yusuke, JoJo, Gintoki, Tsuna and some others. Asta didn't like eating alone or in quiet—he was far used to chaotic dinners, be it from his time in Hage Village or with the Black Bulls or at the Magic Knights headquarters where he lived as the Wizard King.

They passed several magic shops that Asta intended to visit, when Izuku said, "I've been thinking about the story that Naruto told us."

Asta looked over at Izuku and said, "Yeah, it was pretty wild, considering it took him five days to tell us everything. My head spins when I think about it."

Izuku laughed in his quiet way. "It's an inspiring story, isn't it?"

Nodding, Asta agreed. "Yeah. He went through a lot, achieved his dream, got married to the love of his life and had a family."

"Someone should write it down," said Izuku. "I mean, I'm surprised that no one is going around and writing down everyone's stories."

"Maybe," said Asta, curious. "But maybe for some of them, it's hard to talk about. It's weird to talk about yourself."

"Agreed," said Izuku. "It was just a thought." They found themselves at a small park that reminded Asta of the courtyards of the three Royal Castles. There were benches and a playground. Asta, himself, never played on playgrounds, but he had paid for one to be built in Hage Village for the kids (much to Yuno's irritation, because he wanted to do it first).

"You like writing, don't you? Why don't you write down Naruto's story first? Or I can just tell you my story," said Asta, half-serious. While they had traded small stories about their lives, there was much they didn't know about each other. Asta thought it'd be a good thing for someone to hear his entire story, because not even the other heroes from his world knew it. Miss Acier, Licht, and Lumiere were all great, but there was disconnect which made Asta self-conscious to say too much.

Izuku looked at Asta with his curious green gaze. "You'll tell me?"

"Yeah," said Asta. "I'll tell you, if you tell me your story after."

"Deal," said Izuku. They shook hands to seal the deal.

Asta sat on one of the benches and patted the spot next to him. He grinned at Izuku. Izuku joined him on the bench. As there were no proper nights, there were still people milling about—kids who shouldn't be here yet but were, old battle couples holding hands on their daily walks, or groups of friends having picnics.

"Well, I'll start at the beginning," said Asta, thinking. Should he start with the story of the demon attack (AKA the transformed Licht) or rather when Asta and Yuno were taken in by Father Orsi? Figuring that the whole elf thing would come up later, Asta began speaking, "I was left on the stoop of a small Church in Hage Village of the Clover Kingdom. In the Clover Kingdom, magic was everything and class structure was born from the belief that the noble class who had naturally high magic levels were superior. Hage was in the Forsaken Realm, the poorest of the three realms of the kingdom. Hage produced mostly tatoes and farm work was everything there. The day I was left, there had been another baby left there. Yuno, my best friend and rival, had been dropped there to save his life as he was actually the Prince of the nearby Spade Kingdom, but we didn't find this out until we were almost seventeen. Anyway, Yuno and I grew up side-by-side under the care of Father Orsi and Sister Lily."

"So, you were an orphan," asked Izuku.

"Yeah," said Asta, nodding his head. "But I had a family, so I didn't miss my parents. I never missed my parents. I never found out who they were, even if Yuno found out. I figured that my parents really couldn't keep me and thought the Church would take better care of me."

"That's a mature take," said Izuku.

"It wasn't something that I could help," explained Asta. "Like I said. I had my family there in Hage with Father, Sister, Yuno and the younger kids. As Yuno and I grew up, we learned that I didn't have magic and Yuno had strong wind magic. It makes sense in hindsight that he was a Prince, since he was always a perfect handsome jerk."

Izuku chuckled. "Yeah, I know that feeling."

"Oh, your rival was a perfect handsome jerk too?"

"Well, not perfect, but an amazing handsome jerk."

Asta laughed. "So, I thought that if I trained my body enough, I'd get magic someday. You see, everyone in Clover receives their grimoire in their 15th year. I trained and trained."

"Hence the muscles," muttered Izuku.

Grinning, Asta said, "Thanks." Asta knew he skipped that story where he got his ass beat by that thief of an adult for Yuno, but that was something private, the moment that he and Yuno first vowed to be Wizard King. He'd tell Izuku someday, but he'd rather just skip to when he got his grimoire and joined the Magic Knights. Izuku was looking at him expectantly, so Asta continued his tale, "So, as I was saying…"