"A demon resides in a five-leaf clover grimoire."

Okay... so demons can't use grimoires from other realms? After all, only the Clover Realm has five-leaf clovers.

As the title says
Lets just say that Asta a child didn't want to become the Wizard what you you think he would do with his life?

This is end of series Asta and Yuno with everyone being in character

The new season is just around the corner, and in my opinion, Noelle’s Saint Stage design is not only her best transformation design, but also one of the best designs Tabata has ever created.

So, am I the only one hoping they respect the aesthetic that her official artwork and covers convey a bit more? Because she literally looks like an angel descending to purge demons, and that’s exactly what I hope to see reflected in the animation. In the trailer, I felt like everything looked a little too muted, whereas, based on how she has always been portrayed in the manga and official covers, I imagined Noelle looking much more radiant, luminous, and imposing.

I also expected her skin to be noticeably paler, especially considering the almost ethereal, angelic appearance she has in the manga artwork. The combination of her pale skin, glowing pink eyes, turquoise water effects, and bright white feathers is a huge part of what makes the transformation feel so divine and otherworldly. In the trailer, some of that contrast feels less pronounced.

The same goes for her hair. In the manga, you can clearly see how, during the transformation, her twin tails become longer and take on that turquoise water-like effect, while the small bows also appear. Those details are important because they contribute a lot to the angelic and divine aesthetic of the design.

The eyes, however, were actually done pretty well in the trailer, although personally, I would have given them a little more intensity and glow to make her gaze even more striking.

That said, there is one thing from the trailer that I absolutely have to praise: the scene where her wings appear. The way they move reminded me of the beating of an angel’s wings. I can’t really explain it properly, but they give off a very particular, almost divine and supernatural feeling, and I think that part perfectly captured the essence of her transformation.

Hey Everyone!

i hope your are as hyped like me for Season 2 next month.

Last month i already asked where is should put my Fanfiction/AU where i get some neat answers thanks for that <3.

Like i written i made a preview for my Fanfiction/AU 1 month before chapter 1 release.. i wanna show you a bit what chapter 1 is the preword (in german and english!) and Write a bit about the Story itself.. with some Q&A what i made .. i ofc would answer some stuff in the commentary as well if its no spoiler :)

Magic Within the Heart follows Namine, a peasant girl who enters the world of the Magic Knights alongside Asta and Yuno. At first, her story runs parallel to canon, but the bonds she forms and the choices she makes slowly begin to change the world around her.

so here some Q&A and then you get a preview of the written text.

Q&A
1. Where you will you release the chapters and when come chapter 1?:
Ao3, Wattpad and Deviantart.. but i am flexible i would release the chapter anywhere. The first chapter release day will be the 04 Oktober 2026, Asta birthday :).
We will see how often i upload the next chapters i think for beginning is 1 month between 2 chapters but.. If I see that people are interested and the response is good, I may release chapters more often

2. Who Is Namine?
a Peasant Girl what lives Forsaken Realm what have a dream, she is 15 years old 153cm tall at the beginning of the Story, She starts out as an ordinary person within the world of Black Clove and her Magic? you find it out in chapter 1 :)

3. Will namine replace canon characters:
no Namine will be standing beside canon characters where the beginning is similar to the anime but with Namines influence. Asta will still be the central protagonists of the story. Namine will stand beside the canon cast rather than replacing them, while one existing canon character will also receive a much larger role than in the original story.

4. How much of the canon will be changed:
itself the story events will be similar specially at the beginning, Namine dont change everything she influence it.. so at the beginning it exist some altert scenarios but first later the canon brench will be different.

5. Is the story still in progress or finished?
The story itself is fully planned means everything from arc 1 until Arc 10 is finished in terms of story and Plot . My duty is now to write these outliners into real chapters! i have a 93 page PDF document with all infos, like what happen, which arcs which names? and important dialogs written down.

6. How long will be the story?
The story itself is extremly Huge.. i write already 6 chapters and have already over 55.000 words! These six chapters I have written so far are all part of Arc 1. (arc 1 conclude everything from beginning the anime after the capital raid) Arc 1 will conclude 16-18 chapters in total.. and i planned 10 arcs. So yeah you can image it. And the story itself is a big construct means from beginning to end is a big story what i wanna show you

7. will be original arcs what dont use the Anime or Manga as the main construct:
Yes it will be until now it exist 3 original arcs of the 10 what is complety written by me, and 2 Arcs use some canon aspects of the original but tells annother story. in These original arcs are sometimes OC villains as well!

8. Will these Story have Manga spoilers?:
Yes but only few and if then in the later arcs you can read without worrys Arc 1-6 without Manga spoiler and in few months Arc 7 as well!

9. Exist designs of your OC Namine
the idea yes.. but not drawn. I am not good in drawing and I would absolutely be interested in commissioning proper artwork of her. The idea of the designs how She exactly look how her Magic work and looks like? yes everything is ready the conecpt is also there :)

10. Why you decide to write these AU/Fan fiction?
because i love Black clover its my favourite Anime of all time and i love how the story not only conclude Asta story but Noelles, yunos ah heck every Black bull member. And i wanna be showing my respect for these and create a fan fiction where my OC can be a part of these Story.. These story is not mean to replace anything its like a Love letter to black clover itself!

if you have any question still you can ask me everything!
and i will answer every commentar what is written... even if i cant spoiler everything away :)
And even questions like about normal Black clover are nice to see that i can show you a bit from me without telling you right now everything :)

here you get now the English preview of chapter 1 and then after for all german Viewer the German text.

Bin mal gespannt ob es hier deutschsprachige Personen gibt :)

Preword for Black clover: Magic within the Heart.

These story is based of the original Story Black clover created by Yuki Tabata. All figures from the official work belongs of course there Creator. Only my own character (OC) are from me.

These Story writes about amoung of things from my OC, the lifes parallel to the story from The Anime Itself. Thats why my own cracter change the flow of the canon story. She can influence, alter, change the original timeline. At the same time exist momenst where she not change anything, because black clover is such a big world what drives from Side charakter storys, figures or Plots, what made Black clover realy great!

It would be realy helpful to know the Anime or the Manga. Alot of canon events where the Own character is not be there will not be changed or not written AGAIN, but they still happen regardless like in canon. Only if the own character is near by or influence characters will be shown (that means background stuff can be written if its not like canon!)

Some aspects of the Lore could be in these alternative Version slighty be different. These should be a increase of Tension and create some complex emotional Connections.

I know i know, Oc storys are often be laughed or declined, as „Not serioues“. Maybe these Story is nothing special as well. But for me it means everything. These story was created in most depth of my Heart, i put so many heartblood in these and so it could help me in difficult times.

Even if you dont get the Hang off these story: These story is part of myself and i wanna share these Part of me.

My Main Language is German and i know not many people are German. But i wanna share all Black clover Fans these Story, because i think i created something what is realy good. I wanna share the Happiness, Tears, anger what i feeled why i created changed remastered these Story to a community what shares the same as me: Love these Series.

But My english is not Very good, but my Original Story written by me without any Help of AI tool. Thats why i will use AI to help for Translation ONLY The German Text into english. Even if my English is bad

i can understand it pretty well, so i have no problems translate from English to German but thanks to the English grammar the opposite cant i really tell from me.

These Text is an example that text is not translated by an AI its written by me.. only that you can see how the difference are :D.
But not worry special Words like: „Prickly Queen“ what means in German „bissiges Dornröschen“ will be changed by me.. for that i will watch the English DUB of the Anime as well so that i know all correct Magic Names. And some Words are then changed by me in english. I didnt need to do that i know but i wanna that for your fans it feels more organic to write it :)

I wish everyone what read these Story alot of fun! And maybe.. just maybe.. These story „magic within the Heart“ will be burned in your Heart a little

Arc 1 – A Heart Awakens

Chapter 1: The Outsider Who Dreams

The Clover Kingdom. In this place, where magic is everything, lives a girl with a big dream in her heart. Even though she is mocked, avoided, or underestimated, her dream remains unwavering. Rich or poor, royalty or commoner, everyone can shine and achieve their wish if they work with all their heart. She wants to prove to everyone that she can find her place in this world.

And her name… was Namine.

Birds chirped, children laughed, and the leaves rustled in the old trees. Amidst all this commotion stood a girl, barely six years old, wearing torn clothes, with messy hair and a smile bigger than the hunger of some peasant children. She ran along the dusty paths of the village of Desna, a place that was not even mentioned on many maps of Clover and proudly called out: “I will become a Magic Knight, so nobody has to be scared of the darkness.” The children who had been playing were startled and took a few steps back. One of the boys merely muttered quietly: “Oh no… Namine… is back again.” The children went somewhere else to play and left Namine alone, yet she continued to smile. However, if one looked closely, a sad glimmer could be seen in her sky-blue eyes. But the scene did not remain like this. As always, another day meant another attempt to play with the other children. “I will become a Magic Knight, so that no child will ever have to suffer from hunger again.” But no matter what she did, many people in the village avoided her. Namine did not let it discourage her, because she had one clear dream: to become a Magic Knight. Another scene, another attempt to befriend the other children: “I will become a Magic Knight, so no child ever has to feel lonely again.” She kept saying things like this over and over. The other children thought she was strange and stayed away from her, and the adults? They dismissed her words as childish foolishness, convinced that Namine could never become a Magic Knight. A heart far too big for a world that could be cruel and unfair when, like her, you came from the peasant class.

A scene unfolded in which Namine sat all alone, her smile slowly fading. Now around eight or nine years old, she stared down at the dry bread in her trembling hands. She barely had anything else to eat, as she was always given the village’s last remaining rations. Tears dripped onto the bread as she struggled to take a bite. With a trembling voice, almost breaking into a sob, she whispered: “I will become a Magic Knight, so that no child ever has to cry again.” Inside, she felt empty. She simply could not understand why everyone avoided her.

The scene slowly faded, and the crying child disappeared into emptiness as Namine opened her eyes. The dream had been so vivid that a single tear had escaped while she slept. She stared up at the rotten wooden ceiling of her hut. It was little more than a tiny shed, built from old wooden planks just outside the village so she would at least have a roof over her head, yet it was barely larger than a small room. Just big enough for her to sleep and write in her diary. Namine, now fifteen years old, slowly got to her feet. The rotten wooden floor creaked beneath her with every movement. She stood up, let out a quiet sigh, and looked around the room. Then, in a soft voice, she said to herself: “Today is the day…”

She got up and walked over to a broken mirror so she could get a better look at herself. Sunlight streamed through one of the small windows, warm against her skin, yet the place still did not feel like home. She brushed a few strands of hair away from her forehead and tucked them behind her ear before reaching for a handmade brush that was already half falling apart, carefully running it through her blonde hair.

It always took her about half an hour to deal with her hair in the morning, as the blonde strands fell all the way down to her hips. There were plenty of knots because she could never brush them out properly, and a few stubborn strands even stuck out in different directions. Even so, she smiled with every stroke of the brush. She liked the way it looked. It brought out her playful, yet loving side much more clearly. Once she was finished, she giggled softly and checked her face for any pimples, dirt, or other blemishes. She used a little water to wash herself and then beamed at her reflection in the cracked mirror.

Once she had finished washing up, she spoke to herself with a confident, yet still somewhat naive tone: “Today is the day I’ll get my Grimoire… then I can finally make my dream come true.” She bit her lip as she remembered the words of the other villagers, saying that someone from the peasant class could never become a Magic Knight, and that Namine was far too naive for this world. She shook her head and continued: “I don’t care what people think of me, whether I’m an outsider or too naive. I’ll walk my own path… My heart tells me that I should never back down. I know they don’t all mean it in a bad way—but I still won’t lose sight of my path.” She smiled at herself as though she were her own greatest supporter, then let out a sigh as she looked down at her clothes. Most of them were either too big or torn. Her shoes had holes in them, her skirt was far too large and had to be tied together with threads, but most of all, her shirt had become too small around her chest. Her cleavage was clearly visible, making her let out an annoyed sigh. “I should get a new top—the boys have been staring at me more and more lately. Argh! I hate boys!” she said, lightly slamming her fist onto the desk where her diary lay. With a determined look, she glanced into the mirror one last time: “Once I become a Magic Knight, I’ll have enough money to buy better clothes and, most importantly, enough food.”

She walked toward the door, excited to finally receive her Grimoire, because Namine herself did not even know what kind of magic was sleeping within her. As she made her way toward the village, her thoughts continued to wander while she watched a few children playing. But that was not all. She also saw several adults using Water Magic to tend to the dry and partly run-down fields, while another villager used Wind Magic to dry laundry. Namine could sense something coming from the people around her, something like a rhythm, as though it were trying to communicate with her. Even so, unlike the other villagers, she could not control water, wind, or fire. Some of the adults assumed that her magic was simply very weak and that she would only discover its true nature once she received a Grimoire. Namine let out a sigh as she headed toward the main square, where the food was being distributed. Some villagers were already using their Flame Magic to warm up the few portions of food they had. A few people noticed Namine and took several steps back, while others began to whisper. Namine could not even really blame them. After all, she had not been born in this village. She had grown up here, yes, but as a baby, she had simply been found lying beside the well that had become something of a landmark for the village.She knew neither her mother nor her father, nor did she know any other family. Those words still felt foreign to her.

Even so, there was one person who liked Namine. A sixteen-year-old girl, cheeky and as energetic as ever, shouted her name across half the marketplace: “Come on, Namine, where are you, sleepyhead?! Today is your day—you’re finally getting your Grimoire!” The girl jumped down from a tree and ran over to Namine. She was a head taller, with shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and such a mischievous grin that one might think the entire village belonged to her. Namine smiled at her, looked her “friend” in the eyes, and replied with a cheeky grin: “You know, if you want to stay fit, you need to get enough sleep. Besides, I’m not late, you’re just awake way too early, like always, Miss Early Bird!!” Seline burst out laughing and pulled Namine along so she could get her food ration. “Typical Namine. You’re never at a loss for words, and you always say exactly what’s on your mind.” Namine resisted slightly as she was dragged along and replied mockingly: “Seline, I’m not six. I can walk by myself.” Seline grinned back, raised a single finger, and all Namine heard from her was a teasing “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

und nun die deutsche version :)

Vorwort zu „Black Clover: Magic within the Heart“

Diese Geschichte basiert auf dem Originalwerk Black Clover von Yūki Tabata. Alle Figuren aus dem offiziellen Werk gehören selbstverständlich ihrem Schöpfer – nur meine eigenen Charakter (OC) stammen von mir.

Die Geschichte handelt unter anderem von meinem OC, der parallel zu den Geschehnissen des Animes lebt. Dieser Charakter kann bestimmte Ereignisse des Canons beeinflussen, verändern oder sogar verhindern. Gleichzeitig gibt es viele Momente, in denen sie bewusst nichts verändert – denn die Welt von Black Clover lebt von ihren Nebenhandlungen, Figuren und Wendungen.

Aus diesem Grund ist es hilfreich, den Anime oder Manga bereits zu kennen. Viele der Canon-Events werden in dieser Geschichte nicht erneut erzählt, obwohl sie im Hintergrund wie gewohnt stattfinden.

Manche Aspekte der Lore können in dieser alternativen Version leicht abgeändert sein – sowohl zur Steigerung der Spannung als auch, um komplexere emotionale Zusammenhänge zu schaffen.

Ich weiß, dass OC-Geschichten oft belächelt oder abgelehnt werden. Vielleicht ist auch diese hier für manche nichts Besonderes, Aber für mich bedeutet sie alles. Diese Geschichte stammt aus tiefstem Herzen, wurde mit Leidenschaft geschrieben und hat mir in schwierigen Zeiten geholfen.

Auch wenn sie nicht jedem gefallen sollte: Für mich ist sie ein Stück meines Selbst – und ich hoffe, sie kann in euren Herzen einen Platz finden.

Da meine Muttersprache Deutsch ist und mein Englisch nicht besonders gut, wird die englische Version von ChatGPT übersetzt. Spezielle Begriffe (wie z. B. „Prickly Queen“, im Deutschen „Bissiges Dornröschen“) werde ich entsprechend anpassen, damit sie in der jeweiligen Sprache organisch klingen.

Ich wünsche jedem, der diese Geschichte liest, viel Freude – und vielleicht brennt sich „Magic within the Heart“ ja auch ein kleines bisschen in euer Herz.

Arc 1 – Erwachen eines Herzens

Chapter 1: Die Außenseiterin

Das Königreich Clover dort wo Magie alles bedeutet, lebt ein Mädchen was einen großen Herzenswunsch besitzt. Auch Wenn sie belächelt, gemieden oder unterschätzt wird, bleibt Ihr Traum Unerschütterlich. Es spielt für sie Keine Rolle ob man Arm ist oder aus der Unterschicht kommt, in dieser Welt kann ein jeder etwas erreichen solange man mit dem Herzen dabei ist. Sie will es jeden beweisen um Ihren Platz in dieser Welt zu finden. Ihr Name war Namine.

Der Wind strich über den Außenbezirk wie eine zarte Brise an einem heißen Sommertag. Man hörte Vögel zwitschern, Kinder lachen und das Rascheln der Blätter in den alten Bäumen. In diesem Tumult stand ein Mädchen, gerade mal 6 Jahre alt, mit kaputter Kleidung, zerzausten Haaren und einem Lächeln, größer als der Hunger mancher Kinder aus der Unterschicht. Sie rannte durch die staubigen Wege des Dorfes Desna, herum, einem Ort, der auf vielen Karten Clovers nicht einmal erwähnt wurde, und rief voller Stolz:
„Ich werde eine Ordensritterin werden, damit niemand Angst vor der Finsternis haben muss.“Kinder, die spielten, erschraken und gingen ein paar Schritte zurück, einer dieser Jungen murmelte nur leise:
„Namine… ist wieder da.“ Die Kinder gingen woanders hin zum Spielen und ließen Namine allein, die aber dennoch lächelte. Jedoch, wenn man genau hinsah, sah man einen traurigen Funken in ihren himmelblauen Augen. Die Szene blieb aber nicht so, wie gehabt, ein weiterer Tag, ein weiterer Versuch, mit anderen Kindern zu spielen. „Ich werde eine Ordensritterin werden, damit kein Kind je mehr Hunger erleiden muss.“

Aber egal, was sie tat, viele im Dorf mieden sie. Namine ließ sich nicht beirren, denn sie hatte einen klaren Traum, Ordensritterin zu werden. Nächste Szene, nächster Versuch, sich mit den Kindern anzufreunden: „Ich werde eine Ordensritterin werden, damit kein Kind mehr einsam sein muss.“ Diese Sätze häuften sich, andere Kinder fanden sie komisch, mieden sie, und die Erwachsenen? Sie taten ihre Worte als kindlichen Leichtsinn ab, da aus Namine niemals eine Ordensritterin werden könne. Ein viel zu großes Herz für eine Welt, die grausam und ungerecht war, falls du wie sie aus der Unterschicht kamst.

Eine Szene zeigte sich, wo Namine alleine hockte, ihr Lächeln verblasste. Bereits in einem Alter zwischen 8 oder 9 Jahren schaute sie auf ihr trockenes Brot in ihren zittrigen Händen. Sie hatte kaum was anderes zu essen, sie bekam immer die letzten Rationen des Dorfes. Tränen tropften auf das Brot, das sie mit Mühe abbiss. Mit brüchiger Stimme und fast schon einem Schluchzen:
„Ich werde eine Ordensritterin werden, damit niemals wieder ein Kind weinen muss.“
Innerlich fühlte sie sich leer, sie verstand nicht, wieso man sie mied.

Die Szene verblasste, das weinende Kind verschwand in Leere, als Namine ihre Augen öffnete. Ein Traum, so intensiv, dass sie im Schlaf eine Träne vergoss. Sie schaute auf die morsche Holzdecke ihrer Hütte. Ein sehr kleiner Schuppen, zusammengebaut aus Holzbrettern, etwas außerhalb des Dorfes, damit sie ein Dach über dem Kopf hatte, aber kaum größer als ein kleines Zimmer. Gerade so groß genug, damit sie schlafen und in ihr Tagebuch schreiben konnte. Namine, die mittlerweile 15 war, kam langsam auf ihre Füße, die den morschen Holzboden berührten, der bei jeder Bewegung ein krächzendes Geräusch von sich gab. Namine erhob sich, seufzte, und schaute sich im Zimmer um. Mit leiser Stimme sagte sie zu sich selbst: „Heute ist der Tag…“

Sie stand auf und ging zu einem zerbrochenen Spiegel, um sich besser zu sehen. Das Licht der Sonne schien in eines der kleinen Fenster, warm, dennoch fühlte es sich nicht wie zuhause an. Sie strich ihre Haarsträhnen von ihrer Stirn hinters Ohr und griff zu einer selbstgebauten, halb auseinanderfallenden Bürste, damit sie vorsichtig ihr blondes Haar bürsten konnte. Sie brauchte morgens immer eine halbe Stunde für ihre Haare, da ihr Kopf bis zum Becken hinunter mit blonden Strähnen herabfiel. Viele Knoten waren drin, da sie dies nie vernünftig rausbürsten konnte; gewisse Haarsträhnen standen sogar trotzig ab. Dennoch lächelte sie, mit jedem Bürstenhieb durch die Haare. Sie liebte nämlich diesen Look. Ihre verspielte, dennoch liebevolle Seite kam nämlich durch diese deutlich besser zur Geltung. Nachdem sie fertig war, kicherte sie und schaute im Gesicht, ob irgendwelche Pickel, Schmutz oder sonstige Verunreinigungen drauf waren. Sie nutzte etwas Wasser, um sich zu waschen, und strahlte dann in den kaputten Spiegel.

Als sie sich fertig gewaschen hatte, sprach sie mit sich selbst mit einem selbstbewussten, dennoch naiven Unterton: „Heute ist der Tag, dass ich mein Grimoire bekomme… dann kann ich endlich meinen Traum wahr werden lassen.“ Sie biss sich auf die Lippe und erinnerte sich an Worte anderer Dorfbewohner, dass jemand aus der Unterschicht keine Ordensritter werden kann, dass Namine viel zu naiv für die Welt sei. Sie schüttelte den Kopf und sprach weiter: „Mir ist egal, was Menschen von mir halten, ob ich eine Außenseiterin oder zu naiv bin, ich gehe meinen Weg... Mein Herz sagt mir, dass ich niemals klein beigeben soll. Ich weiß, dass sie es nicht alle böse meinen – aber ich werde dennoch nicht meinen Weg verlieren.“ Sie lächelte sich an, als wäre sie selber ihre größte Unterstützerin, und seufzte dann über ihre Kleidung. Sie war zum Großteil entweder zu groß oder kaputt, ihre Schuhe hatten Löcher, ihr Rock war viel zu groß und musste mit Fäden zusammengezogen werden, aber vor allem in der Brustgegend war das Shirt mittlerweile zu klein. Man konnte gut ihren Ausschnitt sehen, daraufhin stieß sie einen genervten Seufzer aus. „Ich sollte ein neues Oberteil besorgen – die Jungs starren mich mittlerweile immer öfter an. Argh! Ich hasse Jungs“, sagte sie, als sie mit ihrer Faust leicht auf den Schreibtisch schlug – wo ihr Tagebuch lag. Mit entschlossenem Blick schaute sie ein letztes Mal in den Spiegel: „Wenn ich erst einmal Ordensritterin bin, werde ich genug Geld haben, damit ich mir bessere Kleidung und vor allem genügend Essen kaufen kann.“

Sie geht Richtung Tür und freut sich endlich auf ihr Grimoire, denn Namine selber weiß nicht einmal, welche Magie in Ihr Schlummerte . Als sie in Richtung des Dorfes geht, überlegt sie weiter, als sie ein paar Kinder spielen sah. Sie kann von den Kindern etwas spüren, irgendwas wie eine Aura, als könne sie direkt in ihre Herzen blicken, dennoch kann sie nicht wie andere Dorfbewohner Wasser, Wind oder Feuer kontrollieren. Manche Erwachsenen gehen davon aus, dass ihre Magie sehr schwach sei, wodurch sie erst mit einem Grimoire diese Magie entdecken wird. Namine seufzte, als sie zum Hauptplatz ging, wo die Essensverteilung stattfindet. Manche Menschen sehen sie und gehen ein paar Schritte zurück, andere murmelten. Namine kann ihnen das nicht mal übel nehmen, sie stammt nämlich nicht aus diesem Dorf – sie ist zwar hier groß geworden, aber als Baby lag sie neben dem Brunnen, der eine Art Markenzeichen für das Dorf war. Sie kennt weder ihre Mutter noch ihren Vater, noch sonst eine Familie… diese Worte sind ihr bisweilen fremd.

Dennoch gab es eine Person, die Namine mag. Ein Mädchen, 16 Jahre alt, frech und überdreht wie sonst was, schrie über den halben Marktplatz ihren Namen: „Mensch Namine, wo bleibst du denn, du Schlaftante! Heute ist dein Tag – endlich kriegst du dein Grimoire!“ Das Mädchen springt von einem Baum runter und rennt zu Namine. Ein Kopf größer, mit braunem, schulterlangem Haar, haselnussbraunen Augen und einem so frechen Grinsen, als würde man meinen, ihr gehöre das Dorf. Namine lächelt sie an und schaut zu ihrer „Freundin“ in die Augen und spricht dann frech grinsend: „Du weißt doch, wer fit sein will, muss ausgeschlafen sein, und zudem schlafe ich nicht – ich ruhe, Seline.“ Seline lacht laut los und zieht Namine mit, damit sie ihre Essensration bekommt. „Typisch Namine, du bist wie immer nicht auf den Mund gefallen und sprichst das aus, was aus deinem Herzen kommt.“ Namine wehrt sich leicht, weil sie mitgezogen wird, und sagt dann spöttisch: „Seline, ich bin keine sechs, ich kann selber gehen.“ Seline grinst zurück, hebt nur einen Finger, und man hört nur ein „Tztztz“ von ihr.

Heading to Japan in October around the release and was wondering if anyone knows of anything happening around that time relating to black clover, maybe a pop up shop or some event?

That That is my Question

You early on it was closer to early Naruto than & how power levels worked like sure 3 Students might have a shoot at defeating there teacher at least training wise & finding some wiggle room in power system when team work is involved

Then the moment They travel outside the Clover Kingdom it was introduced a power system because Yuki wanted to look like he was trying to get a bit more serious because do to the nature of the BLACK BULLS the power system wasn't taken as serious ever notice that?

I think it kinda ruined series just a bit taking the power system a bit more serious specially given BLAQK CLOVER was trying to be more akin to Shonen of the early 90's just with darker color shame

But thats me what about you?

Art by Yuki Tabata

https://x.com/AMNIBUS/status/2094258881723531452?s=20

I think a lot of people think that Liebe somehow gained a new power in the human world. That he was a powerless nobody in his world. Which is figuratively true, but not literally. He always had the power to negate magic. There just isn't anyone using magic in the demon realm. This is why he is picked on and treated like trash. Because his power is literally useless there.

But when he arrives in the human world, he is insanely powerful. Because magic is everything there. It's a solid metaphor for wasting effort and ability in the wrong application. As Albert Einstein said, "Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."

1. Grey (Anti-Magic) vs. Paladin Morris

2. Kezokaku Ginnojomorifuyu vs. Vanica Zogratis

3. Dorothy Unsworth vs. Paladin Sister Lily

4. Fuegoleon and Leopold Vermillion vs. Paladin Heath

5. Yosuga Musyogatake vs. Paladin Damnatio

- This is not based on power level, it’s just based on how interesting the fights could’ve been in the story.

Tho not sure which date.

For fun I came up with concepts for how each of the Black bulls would change over a 20 year time skip after the epilogue. I maybe have hidden some ships I like in here. See if you can figure them out. There are no coincidences

Asta - 40 - 29th wizard king. Behaves similar to Julius in that he wants to dodge his work and explore the kingdom. Beard? Also has a wife and kids. Has to deal with the new Clover king (consort) which is a bit weird due to their shared history. Liebe
Noelle - 40 - Captain of the Silver Valkyries (formerly Silver Eagles). She renamed it because she can do what she wants. She is still a black bull at heart tho. She also has 2 kids now, and has to deal with them now. Has a little difficulty having to raise them between her job and her husband’s very important job but manages to make time.
Magna - 43 - married and has a son. Actually retired from being a magic knight to take care of his son (a stay-at-home dad). He knows that true masculinity is and knows that a true man takes care of their family, one way or another. Also is excited that his wife is getting a promotion soon within the Blue Rose.
Luck - 43 - also married but still a black bull. Has a daughter who is just as crazy and sadistic as he is, if not more bc of what she got from her mother.
Charmy - 44 - retired bc she has SEVEN KIDS with Rill. All the kids have their own personality that conflict with eachother. The one thing that unites all of them is their love for food and charmy’s weekly family banquets. She also holds monthly Black Bulls reunion banquets (a little hard to schedule and VERY chaotic).
Finral - 46 - has a kid with finesse. Still a black bull. Trying to help his son deal with his powerful Spatial magic. There’s a little awkwardness bc the king consort is now technically related to him bc finesse is from the house of Kira and because of who the KC is.
Vanessa - 49 - vice captain of the black bulls. Has a daughter now who lives at the hideout with her, who is just as mischievous as she is. She is still her normal self and teases nacht and stuff.
Gauche - 44 - married grey! Is uber protective of her and their daughter. Still a black bull. Also stays in touch with Marie who is a magic knight now.
Grey - 49 - Married Gauche! Retired to raise their daughter. Transmutation magic is still OP. Still visits the bulls every now and then.
Gordon - ~50 - Still a black bull. Has opened a medicinal service to help people deal with Poisons and curses. Considered the number one expert in poisons and curses.
Zora - 49 - Still a Black bull. Has a son and taught him about how classism is bad and that the proletariat must unite to overthrow the oppressive upper classes.. The ironic thing is the class divide and inequality is almost gone because Asta is wizard king.
Henry - 50 - A strange in-between state of retired and still active as a magic knight as he still lives at the base but doesn’t go on missions. Acts like an uncle figure to the 16 year old girl who lives in the base and gave her a room.
Secre - ~541 (41 biologically) - Retired from the bulls, and now acts as an assistant for Wizard King Asta, being a Marx-like figure to his Julius. She is just perpetually more tired and done with everything than Marx tho, which lets Asta get away with more stuff than Julius could. She is also friends with Sally, altho she (sally) is more busy now having to raise her crazy daughter.
Nacht - 53 - Captain of Black Bulls. Still has to deal with the insanity of them all, basically like a tired father. He also just *is* an *actual* tired father now as he has a daughter who also lives in the base, who cannot keep herself out of shenanigans with the other bulls.
Yami - 53 - Retired from the Black Bulls and is the head of the Magic Knights Reserve Corps. Basically a group not under the direct control of the Wizard King that helps out when big threats actually happen. Members are people who dont go on active missions anymore but are ready to go fight when needed. Also married Charlotte and is living happily in retirement with her, as she prepares to hand off her captain position to Sol.

I bet you guys won't be able to figure out who the King Consort is. Hint: who's the person you'd least expect? (not a black bull).

Watching black clover and I am not someone who easily loves just any girl but Secre is different. I just love her face and especially the red eyes, all that with short hairs? Holy peak character design, made me fall very hard for her. I wish she uses her human form more often from now on though since it seems like she likes to be in the bird form