So I'm not that far in Black Clover, I'm on chapter 20 so not that far so there are many things I don't know. For starters can someone us someone book? Because in this chapter I wrote Naruto can us his mothers Grimouri, I don't plan on changing that for reasons so yeah. Someone screams and rage you know they skipped the black part.
This will be a fast passed chapter, like all shonen this is so we can get through small character/world building.
So it's Kurama, clear as day. Kurama is a demon sealed into a Grimoire. Spells everything in the Narutoverse, even wind fire style magic because Kurama has shown he is capable, but bujidama, emotion sensing and many others. Spells coming through when Kurama deems it time.
I'm to early to have a pairing so if anyone want to see something just say something
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"The city is loud today," A child mumbled under his breath, hearing the roars and cheers of thousands. The Wizard King Julius Novachrono, he only saw the man through his speeches and just making rounds to view those under him. He recognized the man in his strength to become Wizard King. After all he never met the man, screaming his name and title hoping for him to smile and wave in your general direction. "I would be lying to myself," Saying he didn't wish to be in his position would be a lie.
Wealth.
The wealth, strength, position of power would give him everything he needs to achieve what he wishes for, but enough day dreaming. He has work to do. Ripping apart the ground making fresh soil for coming crops is just another days work for him. He just hoped his mother wouldn't do something to outrages. Staring over his mother just did what she normal did.
His mother, he loves the woman more then himself, she was a Mage a skilled on too. Of course battle for life and death can break anyone, just like it took his father and his mothers mind. Or so he hoped for, maybe those royal ass hole are right, maybe he's just a bastard child of a weak minded immigrant. Staring at the swing he got permission of the owners to build, the woman looking younger then twenty giggling like a child swinging back and forth. Screaming in joy about how high she's getting. Of course the yelling was made of gibberish she always yells.
The woman slim, in a healthy way to believe it or not, her hair long braided. Red as blood with purple eyes got her attention from many men.
That all found out the over protecting child that broke their overreaching hands. Good lesson on personal space he told himself. The son smiled watching his mother swing back and forth in the new dress she kept bringing him to. Shaking his head he went back to work. While he did study magic himself, he's still a bastard son of a immigrant. If it wasn't for his work ethic and ability in a farmhand position was out of his worth. To a point staying in the owners stable is a honor and lucky.
Crushing the ground, keeping a eye and ear for his mother he thought. He's Fifteen, well in October he 'll be sixteen but it's March. Around the time those fireflies float around. Meaning tonight he will be given his own Grimoire, magic books, a part of you no different then your heart. In his spare time he reads his mothers, her Grimoire is a creation style. Making their mana and the mana around them solid. Powerful, makes sense why it's a four-leaf clover.
But his own, the thought cought him to a point the sun was setting and he stood within a tower of unopened grimoire ready for those worthy. Ignoring the comment of his worthlessness and how he shouldn't be here he waited. Holding his mothers hand as she stood gaping at the different colors around her. He smiled seeing the two orphan boys. The short one yipping and yelling while the tall on just stood there not seeming to know what to do.
It's be a while since he bothered talking to them, he hoped they would have the best of luck.
He smiled wondering what his Grimoire will be, probable a three leaf clover. Normal for most but didn't mean it was weak. The four-leaf like many of the kings representing luck, respect, hope and love. Looking down he couldn't help but wonder if his mother remembers when she was given Grimoire.
"Welcome young men and women. You each will begin walking down a new path starting today. I wish you Faith, Hope and Love." A long pause a old man with a long white beard and a floating orb stands before them all. "We haven't had a Wizard King from this area." Did they need to say that part? "Nor have we had one Join the magic Knights." This man being mocked by others or something?
"I seriously wish that one of you become Wizard King!" This old man have a problem or something? "Now I'm serious here! It's time for the awarding of the Grimoire!" With his shouts books started glowing brightly, they all cheered with excitement being chosen by their magic books.
Then they all stood shocked, A single Grimoire was something else. It made people scared, the Grimoire seemed to be just covered in blood. Red energy spreading through to building feed a single book missing a cover.
"His cover is missing?"
"What do you expect a peasant and a foreigner."
"Why does he even get one? We should teach him a lesson."
Kill them, kill them, make them beg for mercy.
The teenager shock, his very body vibrating a sweating. Fear, for so long the boy has felt fear. Always taking problem the best way possible. For every back lash sent his way hits her far worse. He couldn't imagine losing her again.
And if he had to rip the throat out of each and every one here he will. It has the power after all. The power to destroy all those who stand before it, but what type of person would he be to allow that.
To kill all who saw him so low? What a pathetic way to live, crushing all those who doubt you and wish you to leave. He will change their minds of him and all alike through strength, wisdom and merit.
And with this realization Uzumaki Naruto the boy with a worthless name, a brain dead mother, without a land he calls home will make them realize the truth. Anyone can become strong, anyone can be something worthy of praise.
With this the cover-less Grimoire granted him his very first spell. Reading the bright orange writing he smiled so brightly. His magic power cracking the floor beneath him. However this power wasn't scary in the sense. It wasn't heavy for those around him, but peaceful. His magic truly will be the bridge.
"Impressive as ever." The boy with the four leafs mumbled. Yuno, well he and Asta both knew Naruto on a basic level. The boy would have stayed with them, at the church if it wasn't for his poor mother.
A grown woman with the body of a teenager and a mind of a toddler. Not understanding anything in this world but to stay with her son. Even now she held his hand, giggling swinging her arm back and forth like a child.
The church couldn't feed a adult leading them to have different lifes, that's fate however. It's best to never dwell, however he couldn't help but wonder. Did he dream of being a Wizard King? If he did he and Asta have a opponent worthy of them both. Even now he's overshadowed.
With his Grimoire chosen and spell discovered. He left, without realizing the two are here. Turning Yuno watched his rival with a sad expressions unable to claim his own Grimoire.
Truly he hoped Asta could fallow him, and those leaving wouldn't do something to cruel. However seeing how some are, he worried. Then again the blond has a way to handle himself no matter what. He can stand on top no matter what, that's what made him the joint rival.
Yuno has a four leaf clover and Asta is left nothing. While the three weren't close they're friends through understanding and determination. And they knew his mother before hand, no matter how faint their memories were.
He just hopes the two weren't fallowed by idiots. "Can I help you three?" A simple question, with a answer he already knew. The three normal looking boys, clearly in a higher living stance comparing clothing, but comparing a peasant against a commoner. Moving his mother behind him he just stood, waiting for any sort of answer.
"Just a few questions." One said a smile on his face, just not a kind one. Three books appeared, all shimmering different colors. Showing just how weak their three leaf clovers are. "Like how a foreigner can have a clover book?"
"You're kidding right? Are you three that fucking stupid?" It's clear the boy was confused by this question. Not understanding just what they met. "You do realize the current magic king placed a foreigner in a Magic Knight Captain position." Did the forget about the Dark magic user?
"The black bulls are a joke!" One yelled his his book opening like the others, ready to kill him. Well he guessed at least, mean they seemed more nervous then anything. Letting out a breath his placed his right hands three finger together. With a single swipe he planed to knock them out with a blast of pure magic
Only for red magic to lash out, fear took over. He, he slit them in three. The head, to stomach being cut through. He killed them using his power. Power that was increased because of his Grimoire. His strength swelled and increased to a point he couldn't judge his own magic power? With carelessness he slaughtered three others.
Lowering his head he just stared at the carriage before him. That moment he discovered just how destructive his magic truly is. The wounds are different, Their guts weren't spilling across the ground. It cut and burnt the wound to seal? No, his magic is powerful enough to purely shred anything it touched.
He left, leaving this bloody mess behind him. Learning his first lesson, his power is attacking until there is nothing left. To control this magic to a point this wouldn't happen again will be his achievement. It felt impossible, truly it did. So little magic, to a point it felt like nothing destroyed entirely. He simple couldn't with advancing with his magic.
Which wasn't of course, consent training but through growth of his own character. Through life ending battles and great lessons he'll achieve new magic and hopeful answers, wealth and a cure for his beloved mother.
Humming her favorite song he stood within the testing ground ignoring the birds that avoid him like a death trap.
The birds attract towards those with very little mana, he seems to be a hot spot for the opposite. They avoid him like a prediter, but his mind wasn't on these Anti-Bird but rather still six months beforehand.
Fighting is something that will never be just a life or death battle. Those who will disagree are foolish and, well nobles to be honest. Death is something he never dwelled on, even after killing those three he didn't seem to care.
Or maybe with the lack of anything afterwards, most people are sorry for being caught in a act, this is something that never happened. The three were nothing far less then himself. They didn't matter to anyone but themselves lead to their deaths to be unimportant. In fact a mage that attacked Yuno and Asta was blamed and sent to prison just for the town magic knights to brag about something.
He needs a weapon, and training with his body without pure magic. If he couldn't trust in himself to not murder someone then he needs to find another way. A sword should do, something simple enough. Armor will help as well, but he needs more spending money however.
Or he could us his mothers book? He did have it on his hip. Letting out a breath he came to a answer, he will. Not sure even how he could use her magic but that didn't matter. He can us her book, weather it was meant to be a impossible feet. He is Uzumaki Naruto the son of Uzumaki Kushina and that gave him the right to her magic.
Waiting for this test to move forward he closed his eyes exploring his reach of magic. Feeling emotions and the power of those around him. A lot of fear and hate, it bothered him. The fear wasn't normal, it felt wrong. Fear not of the test but what might come from it.
Oh yes, the current Wizard king is the first to truly allow peasants and others within the Magic Knights ranking, The first one in history was murderer by royals, unnamed royals but nothing can be done to touch them of course. Fear if they pass the same will happen to them.
Power is everything.
Next came power, from the clear captains mumbling watching them all. To the one on the floor with them for whatever reason. His eyes open watching Asta argue with the man. He laughed to himself, this mans is something horrifying. Each Captains energy is massive to a incredible point, but that person with the Black Bull mark is something far worse.
However there is something rather strange, to a point he couldn't describe it, that man with his mask. Covering the top portion of his face, well crafted and amazing has something different, something not a single person he has ever met before. He couldn't describe it to a point or probable understand. He just felt wrong.
"Wood magic?" Watching amazed in the power that is this William Vengeance captain of the Golden Dawn and next in line for Wizard King. God having people yelling and explaining everything around you is sure nice.
Gripping the magic wooden broom enhanced through Magic to allow a user to fly, he smiled. The echo of the Grimoire closing this Vengeance announced the start of this test.
"We shall now begin the Magic Knights Entry exam." He didn't yell, his voice soft and polite. "We're going to have you go through a multitude of test. The nine captains of the magic knights shall be judging your progress. We then will select the candidates we want within are squads." He spoke so brightly. Naruto stood picking his ear. The man with orange hair with red clothing. That will be his choice.
Not a single squad with orange as it's main color. Truly they have no culture. New dream, become a Captain of a team that has orange in color.
"Those who are not chosen by any of the captains lack the talents needed to join the magic knights. The first test is to fly on those broomsticks." The man behind him, vice-captain possible demonstrated. Sitting on a broom stick he pushed off. Floating in place the captain smiled. "Any mage that can control his or her magical power can do this intently. It's the most basic method of moving for a mage. So if you can't fly on a broomstick there is no future here for you." What a blunt this to say for a kind hearing man.
He's not wrong of course, and currently only one person here who couldn't fly, the boy with no magic. Asta the boy lacked any magic, empty in every sense. With a sign of the hand the test started, those around him nervous. Trying everything they could to not fall. Letting out a breath he stared into the sky watching that Yuno kid stand strait up on his broomstick, now he needs to do the same.
Refusing to be outdone he fallowed, posing the same he flew through the sky making sure he matched the Four-leaf clover child into the air.
Pride is his weakness, Uzumaki Naruto knew this himself. He swells with pride even with has misfortune he truly is. Pride in his looks, pride in his strengths, pride in what he can do and has done. Pride in caring for his mother and pride for killing those three. His pride wouldn't let him be outdone by some kid that couldn't show emotions properly.
The next test he couldn't help but smile so brightly. He has so much Mana he couldn't control it well, everything he tried was destroyed. Lining up in side by side with about a brink wall in between them all. Make your mana destroy the wall, showing them your magic power. He smiled, holding his open palm out magic is shown.
The brick wall, ground before him, part of the building and area before his is destroyed and scared. Shock rocked the arena. Everything before Uzumaki Naruto is destroyed. Leaving a scar on the world that this is where he made his debate in this world. A peasant with more pure magic power then the nobles before him.
He blew everyone out of the water, those who came before and will always be less compared to his power. He made a mark no one can ignore. Even the next few test he swelled and glowed in pride. A flying target his he destroyed his own, without damage of the surrounding area showing how little control he had.
It was all he could do control wise, he still couldn't do anything more then this, he just didn't understand how to improve his output.
The next two test are well rather underwhelming compared to the others. Speeding the growth of a plant seed. Or form their magic into a shape of some sort. The best he could was a spinning orb within the palm of his hand. The best he could, but even with something so simple didn't matter, he already shown what he could do.
"Next is the final test." Thank god, he was becoming board with simple tasks. "In this test you will engage in actual combat. You will pair up and fight someone in combat!" He declared, Naruto himself glaring at the masked man.
Well Fuck him right. He just blew up a entire section of the building and hill tops around them in a single spell. No one would be willing to fight him in a all out combat exam. No god damn way someone would be that crazy.
"You may us your Grimorie I'm sure you mastered a attack spell or two." He smiled truly wishing to see different forms of magic. "The match is over when a competitor either gives up or cannot fight any longer. We also have a mage who can us healing magic as well, so fight freely." Knowing everything they started gathering is pairs.
Fight after fight they all watched, some amazed, others scoffed seeing peasant magic, or some remained silent. Not caring for any other fight the blond waited, and waited and waited. Not a single person seemed willing to fight against him.
Did he scare that many people off? Scratching the scruff on his chin he laughed. Maybe making a mark wasn't such a great idea after all.
"Hey kid." Looking over he stared at a adult. Standing taller with a full graying build he waved. "Names Juno, you?" He waved seeming rather pleasant.
"Uzumaki Naruto, but just call me Naruto." Not many people could pronouns his name correctly.
"Damn strange name, going to cal you kid. Since you know, you're a kid." He chuckled nervously. "So, yeah I have a offer." The man is scared. "So I'm not new here if you couldn't tell, but this is something I always thought was impossible. For someone like me to be a wizard knight? Now that's pure nonsense, but then people like you came 'bout. So yeah got to give it the good old try, or seven. There isn't a make amount of time someone can take this test." He paused, catching his breath.
"Weird I know but what do you know, you know? Getting side-tracked so how 'bout I do you a favor of being your punching back and you let me show off a spell or two, Deal? It's a win-win you know." He smiled nodding the man did something very unexpected. He hung a arm around his shoulders giving himself a cheer.
"Step one of nine complete!" He roared in victory.
"Nine?" Naruto asked, the old man sweating hearing him.
"You're to young to understand." The man lied through his teeth on this part. He is a kind man, about to be twenty five. Just looks older through stress of his life and so forth and so forth.
"Don't do anything strange old man. What's your magic anyway?" To fail seven times? How does one fail this much?
"Well it's pretty simple, just a form of fire magic, warmth. More support then anything, healing, buffing, curing that sort of thing. The problem are nobles are fucking asshats. Always pick on the little guy over and over." Resting his chin he watch two nobles fight, the boy using incredible wind magic destroy a massive ball of blue light.
What ever that magic is, just looked like a ball of wasted energy.
"That's Yuno,"
"Hey like Juno!" He laughed interrupting the child.
"He's a orphan peasant." The old man looked blank hearing him. He had to be fucking joking.
"My magic is hard to control, it's devastating and destroyed everything in it's path, but don't worry. The worse I'll do is take a finger or two." Naruto smiled as the two stepped onto the field.
The old man snarled, his orange glowing book seeming on fire. Brat just had to make a comment about taking his fingers or something like that. Then he blinked, his book having a four-leaf clover, golden as the coin and holding the book in his hand. Not bothering to have it float in place.
He realized just what the hell did he get himself into?
"Here I come Kid!" He roared flipping through his four spells. "Warmth Creation Magic: Heart of the Sun!" A Light appeared before him, his magic power seeming to triple just behind around the buff spell. "Combo with Warmth Creation Magic: Light Of Apollo!" Fire each finger a arrow fired. Burning the ground he watched the boy smile.
All ten hit, the old man stared slightly worried, he didn't expect the kid to just smack it in his face. He then smiled, a wave of wind lashed out nearly taking him off his feet.
"Oh well isn't that something, just what type of magic do you have kid?" This boy smiled, his blond hair flowing freely, a gust created through his magic spiking. He's making a gust of wind without realizing with his own magic force, what a fucking kid!
"Mana Solid Creation: Serpent slayer." Sweat pouring from the mans forehead he had to think of something. His eyes widen leaning back he felt the power of a golden light sweeping across the sky. Falling to his back he cursed, if it wasn't for the buffing spell his head would be gone.
Getting to his feet he barely made it out, Warmth Creation: Fade shift, his solid form leaving he slipped through the blonds attack. The ground he was on shattered, the boys glowing blade destroying a chunk of the ground. Good thing they're the last ones fighting.
He couldn't help but smile coming back into a solid shape. This kid is doing amazing. Making them seem like a step ahead of the rest.
"Warmth Creation Magic: Wrath of Ra!" A small ball of light appeared in his mouth. It fired, this is his strongest attack, but outside his warmth it's nothing but a single light of Apollo. So he didn't aim for him per say, but the ground they are.
Wrath of Ra did more then just burn through. The ground shattering he lost footing, he smiled. This damn brat smiled surrounded by fire, while to burning in a physical manner but burned through ones mana. He smiled so confident in what he can do.
He watched him word spells. Bastard lowered his voice so he couldn't hear what this spell can be. His heart skipped a beat he swore, a knife and chain nearly took his head! The cut on his check is proof enough! Why the hell is the kid after his head so much?
He let his guard down, falling off just enough Naruto desided enough was enough. Seeming to appear before him, the brat sank a fist so deep within his stomach Juno would swear his spine was brushed.
The fight ended there and then. With Uzumaki Naruto standing before the man hand out to help. Healing his wounds they stood by each other. The fights over and the picking began.
"Hey kid, that wasn't Mana zone was it?" He just needed to know how outclassed he is.
"No, just forming my mana into a solid shape. What about you? The hell is warmth? Fire or not?"
"It is but more on a magic field then physical. It doesn't burn flesh but effects mana. Pretty dope magic for some back ally peasants like you and I hu?" The blond truly laughed hearing the man.
"You're strong, why didn't you pass before hand?" This man knew some incredible magic. So why didn't he pass in the back.
"Well I could only fight nobles. So I wouldn't try, just surrender. I don't have a four-leaf like you kid."
"I gotcha, damn bastards some are." The small talk kept going on until Juno was finally called upon.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Juno." William spoke, the captains staring at the older man. "You never give up, do you?" He laughed hearing a Magic Knight captain tell him this.
"Never give up you know." Rubbing under his nose a little nervous. He truly showed them everything they have. Starting down at Juno he couldn't help but smile. The man simple average on the front level. Dirty brown clothing covered is scuff marks and dirt, black hair cut short and uneven. Brown eyes a slim face with slight scaring here and there.
Juno is someone you see and don't remember, until he opens his mouth and you hear just how charming his personalty is.
"Wise words, you impressed some of us." He is given two options. The Green Mantis and the Black Bulls. Yami the Black Swordsmen and Jack the Ripper.
"Damn for no one to two of you, did better then I thought. I'll go with sword boy, no offence Jacky but black is better with red." He laughed a bright smile on his face.
"No problem, Greens not my favorite either." The ripper said staring at the Black Bulls captain. The two already known to be rivals in almost everything.
"Juno you may step down, after I'm finished you may join you're captain." William spoke truly happy seeing the man finally achieve what he wanted.
"Number 163." Naruto walked up a rather calm look.
William stared at the child. He's eyes catching, standing out in every out-spec. The boy from what he understands is much like Yami, a foreigner from the same country and peasant of course. The boy clearly works for everything he earns. You can tell by seeing different single features in the way they stand, walk, speck and their clothing. His hands wrapped around the knuckles.
William would guess he broke his fingers and knuckles multiple times. Wearing a dark shirt, a red scarf with a matching overcoat he dressed like someone from a different country. He's even wearing strange shoes that show his feet.
His hair spiking wildly, eyes a shimmering purple with strange whisker birthmarks on his cheeks. Of course the way he dresses and his looks didn't intrest him at all, but his massive amount of mana that pours from him. Like a radiating sun in the center of the room.
Every hand rose, the blond didn't seem surprised, didn't seem to care nor seemed surprised.
"I'll be going with." He stopped, his eyes narrowing clearly staring at the captain Fuegoleon Vermillion. "Orange hair man in red." They all but two, the Captain of the Black bulls and Green Mantas laughed. The rest just stared lost and shocked.
"Hey kid, did you forget the squads or something?" Juno asked embraced for the kid, he picked a squad without even knowing its name.
"Can't forget what you don't know, orange is the best color in the world. So eyeliner man is the way to go." He crossed his arms nodding his head up and down ignoring the shocked looks surrounding him.
He insulted a Captain, the Captain of the Crimson Lions second best squad. With one of the strongest mages that can run for wizard king just stared. The blond just stared into his eyes seeming unwilling to back down.
"You wearing makeup right? Weird, but looks dope." Fuegoleon Vermillion laughed, he truly laughed. In a world where people are scared to speck to him. People bowing, people giving him discounts when he entered small shops. Having someone be so uncaring about his name and title is a welcome surprise.
"I'll gran your wish Uzumaki, but I'll warn you here my squad isn't made for the weak."Fuegoleon didn't see this as a problem for this child, but that didn't matter. Growth is required in his squad, being okay with your level is something he looks down upon.
The blond just smirked, leaving he watched the others picked one by one. The moment of truth is near. Will he be able to bring his mother with him? Even with what he can accomplish, he didn't have the heart to leave her.