Hi there, my dear readers! It's me, Wardex! And I am here to bring you a new story I have been working in! A Black Clover fic and, like most of my stories, this is also an SI-OC fic.
However! It will have a twist in the plot and no, I'm talking about the MC's interactions with the rest of the main cast in the Black Clover-verse. Rather, it's a small secret that will be revealed later on the plot and trust me, some of you (if not all) will be pretty shocked.
I won't spill the beans though, as I seriously want to give you the surprise of the century in this new project, which will be the first of an entire series related to each other one way or another. What am I talking about? You'll have to wait and see.
Also, before we can start, here is a small piece of info. This chapter is but a mere introduction, a small prologue if you want and it may be a bit floppy but I assure you it will be better in the next chapters.
Chapter 1: Prologue
""WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!""
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This has to be the most insufferable experience in the world, and be aware that I had endured a lot of shits but this sucks as hell! I would rather have me being tortured by demons in the most nefarious places in Hell itself if that would mean I won't have to pass the early life of a baby—and havinghear the constants cries of my orphan roommates on top of that!
It's kind of amazing on itself how the soul of an adult man ended up being inserted in the body of a baby.
""WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!""
For goodness' sake, I swear to whichever is resting his/her/it/their sorry ass in heavens that I'll began to yell 'Kakarot!' at any moment if no one comes here to shut these guys' traps! They will drive me insane!
Huff…! Truly, this is the worst thing that could've happened to me in my two lives.
Ah, you guys must be wondering why in the nine levels of hell I'm a (male!) baby trapped inside a room with other brats in the first place. Well, the answer for that question may be something extremely difficult to believe, are you ready?
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I'll take that as a "yes!"
Ladies and gentlemen~! I'm proud to present you one of the (many) consequences of "REINCARNATION!"~! Baby's Life!
Yup, it's the same very supernatural phenomenon that is found in Hinduism and Buddhism. The description of it tends to vary from myths and legends around the world but most of them have the same principle in their roots.
You see, reincarnation is the transmigration of a soul that leaves the body after Death and suddenly is reintegrated into another body, whatever it may be in the same or a different Era throughout the universe.
Perhaps you may be very familiar with this concept since the Entertainment Industries know damn well how to explode it when creating Vide Games, Books, Comics, TV Series, Animated Series, Manga, Light Novels, etc. And let me tell you, it's pretty disturbing and bizarre.
I mean seriously, this event has biblical proportions when you think about it. Not only it goes against all Laws of Physics known by us humans, it also doesn't makes any sense because it could also transport you into another reality!
Anyhow—! Let's return to the main topic here, shall we?
As you already know by now, I am a reincarnated human living in the body of a child… And the process I went through just to get to this point is utter bullshit!
Entertainment Industries, Myths, Legends and Religion make a whole propaganda stating that the Reincarnation Cycle is one of the most marvelous, which is it in some way—but they tend to skip the less flashy and infuriating parts of the process!
Did you know that when reincarnating, one is fully aware of their own development and surroundings when inside their new mother's uterus?! Sure, I was mostly unconscious in some instances of the process but that doesn't change the fact that it was a very sick and traumatizing thing to endure.
However, there is a thing that has been bothering me since the first moment I landed here.
The prerequisite to be reincarnated is dying, right? That's kind of hitarious and a bit ironic in my opinion when you consider I'm not very sure I died in the first place! And don't let me talk about the fact that my memory is a mess!
What do I mean with the last statement? Well, while most memories of my past life are still present in my mind, some of them are not. Case point, I can't remember anything during my last(?) days on Earth. There is literally a blank space where it should be impregnated with my memories (don't pun intended!).
The last things I have been able to recall is waking up like any other day, going to the college with my friends(?) and pass the entire day metaphorically dying when learning thermodynamics from my teacher. And then, when I returned to my place and head back to the personal sanctuary known as my room… "BUM!" There is nothing and the next thing I know is waking up in a dark and wet place floating like a balloon.
Ugh…! I really really don't want to recall those memories! Bleeegh! It's a very traumatizing experience to be squeeze out of your mother's womb but I guess it's a good thing I don't remember that event well enough because I wouldn't wish my worst enemy to go through that. Oh God! The Horror!
But, as dreadful as it was, that was by no means the end of my suffering.
Trust me, as if being robbed from my memories wasn't enough, the universe decided to get a second round and punch me right on my nether regions.
Babies are usually received by caring parents who will love them as if they're the most precious things in the world… Pfft! Yeah, right! Don't make me laugh!
You will never know what the meaning of unfairness is until you hear your mother shouting curses at you just because you're of some kind of shit she went through— probably some nasty shit from her past. And then, you will truly feel how unfair life can be when she drops you like a piece of garbage on the middle of winter hoping for you either to be eaten by the animals or dying from hunger.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Here we have one of the greatest contenders for the "Mother of the Year" Oscar~!
My only guess is that I was the product of a rape and that my dear old man was an utter asshole of the higher order if her first reaction was this. I could understand her anger but still… To leave her own child by himself just because she didn't like him!
That was heartbreaking for me… Because despite all she did, she was still my mother and I somehow felt the connection a mom and a child have for each other.
I felt like a part of myself was ripped apart ruthlessly.
The coldness in her eyes, the hatred in her words…!
It's… It was too much… And for the first time in this life I cried out of despair and sadness.
One may think that and adult person should've handed the situation better but for some reason I couldn't. It seems that the Reincarnation System rebooted my mind to some degree because I still have those "baby instincts" but that's other thing.
Being alone in the woods was by far the worst thing I endured and I would've die if it wasn't for the fact that a wandering man found me and brought me to the orphanage where I am right now.
You don't have to worry about me though. Because I don't hate her nor do I want to find her. I get over it after getting rid of that hindering and useless feeling of self-compassion. If she didn't want anything to do with me then the feeling is mutual. The only feeling I have left for that woman is pity for whatever shit she went through.
Man, I better stop thinking about it so I won't become an emo. There is still a bright side in this situation! Despite all shits life had thrown at me, I got reincarnated! I have a second chance in life! How many people can say they have this privilege, huh?!
Yeah, I may have reincarnated in world which is currently in an Era akin to the middle-ages but it's better than nothing, I suppose.
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
—If only this kids weren't that damn noisy~!
"Now now, don't cry kids! Father Orsi is here! Everything is allright!" The other occupant of the room said to the banshee—I mean kids!
A tall middle-aged man with short dark hair and an equally dark mustache with fair skin and a lean built. His attire consisted in a priest-like wardrobe.
This adult was the Father Orsi, the head of the Hage Village's Church and main caretaker of us orphan brats. He was also kind of amusing to piss off because he can be quite a tsundere and his reactions tend to be humorous.
And here is a wonderful example~!
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
POW!
One baby let out a noisy bellow and shot his tiny feet aimlessly at the air, which ended up connecting a rather heavy kick in the man's lower jaw. End Result; the poor priest was sent to the ground by a mighty kick of a toddler who couldn't be older than me.
"Argh! Seriously, Asta?!" Father Orsi cried as he rubbed his chin in pain.
Even a moody bastard like me couldn't help but snicker in amusement, clearly humored by the man's bad luck, which got noticed by him as he shot a glare at me while his eyebrow twitched a little.
"I bet you find this funny. Isn't it, Toshiro?" The dark-haired man grunted with a scold.
I snickered in respond.
"Why you…!"
Ah, yeah. I forgot to tell you. My new name is 'Toshiro', which is basically a rip-off name from one of the best Manga/Anime series I have seen in my previous life considering a certain ice-wielding swordsman character in that fictional(?) universe has this name as well.
I suppose my name must be a reference due my silver-colored hair and the fact that I was brought here in winter… The only real discrepancy is my natural brown-colored skin.
"Huff… Honestly! One is a troublemaker while the other is a little sadist" The man lamented in a sob, shaking his head in disapproval. "You and Asta here are such a pair of troublesome kids. Why can you be more like Yuno?" The Priest huffed with a small frown as he gestured at a calmer black-haired kid who was crying with less volume.
Hey, I ain't a sadist! I just happen to find your physical pain amusing, that's all!
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Holy shit, I AM a sadist, aren't I?
Anyhow—! It will better to ignore this revelation about myself and let's focus on my two roomies, ok?!
There are two male kids with me right now. Since there are no private rooms due the orphanage pitiful financial state, I'm forced to share this space—and the mattress!—with them.
The first one was by far the noisiest of us three. He's a bottomless battery full of energy and goofiness which take the physical appearance of a baby with fair-skinned guy with spiky gray-colored hair and green eyes.
That guy was Asta… Or like I want to call him, Kakarot(!) 2.0
On the other hand we have his polar opposite. A calm and collected kid with a more reserved personality and way better behavior in general. He has black-hair and amber eyes.
If Asta is the fire, explosive and vibrant, then this little fellow—Yuno—is like a gentle breeze.
You don't have to be a genius to know which one of them is my favorite 'sibling'.
POKE~
"Gah!" Asta pouted and started to poke my right arm a bit too much for my liking.
'Crap… This boy seriously hates being compared with Yuno, huh?… But still, could you stop poking me?!' I groaned internally as the gray-haired baby continued with his assaults at me
"Mehe~!" Yuno, now fully awake, giggled goofily at my suffering with an equally goofy grin. That's not how you should treat your older brother you know! Don't you start double teaming against me goddamnit!
"It isn't so funny when it happens to you, huh?" Orsi chuckled with a knowing look.
"…"
If glares could kill, then you can bet my stare should've killed the old man a least 8 times by now.
"Now, now. You don't have to be so mean, Toshi. I'm joking~" The priest said with an apologetic smile, which only made me roll my eyes and huff in annoyance. "Heh! You three certainly are interesting kids, I can't deny that. I do wonder what kind of path you will take in the future. Who knows? Perhaps one of you, or even the three, could become amazing Magic Knights in the future" The man bursts in hearty laughs.
Well now, if I didn't know any better I would say this is like an origin backstory from a Manga series. But I can't see Asta becoming something akin of a… Magic…
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Hold on… What was the last part he said?
Did he just say Magic Kight?! Does that mean Magic is real in this world!
No, wait, don't assume things before checking the actual facts, Toshi! Maybe Orsi is just talking about some type of entertainment industry that call themselves the Magic Knight!
"Ahh, the sun is rising"
My train of thought stopped when I saw the Father Orsi mussing ashe stood next to the window looking at the outside with an amused smile. But that smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a slight and bittersweet frown.
"It would more beautiful if we didn't have that Demon Skeleton"
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DID HE REALLY SAY WHAT I THINK HE SAID?! SINCE WHEN THERE IS A DEMON CORPSE NEAR THE ORPHANAGE?! NO, SCRACTH THAT SHIT! SINCE WHEN THERE IS A DEMON SKELETON TO BEGIN WITH?!
I seriously was panicking at the thought of living in a world where actual demons where the real deal but I steeled myself and tried to have a good look of what Orsi was staring at so intently through the window. Since it was located near our mattress, I just need to move my body a few centimeters more and raise my head.
"Ngh…!" Asta groaned as my body brushed violently against him. Sory squirt but I have to make sure we don't inhabit a world infested with monsters so beat it!
"Huh…? You want to see it too, Toshi?" The Father Orsi said with a faint smirk, noting how I was struggling with my foster sibling. "I guess I could let you have a peck. It's a wonderful sight on itself" He chuckled as he took me on his arms.
I couldn't stop myself from smirking at this. Yes! Thank you, Orsi! Now I can finally see with my own eyes what you were staring at! Hopefully, his babblings about the demon-thing was just simple and plain superstitious bullcrap!
"There is it, Toshiro! That's the Giant Demon, or what is left of it after his battle with the First Wizard King! And the story of the First It's a very exciting tale about…"
I stop hearing Orsi's voice when my two eyes landed on the dreadful sight of a gigantic skeleton of a skyscraper-sized monster with three eyeballs holes resting on the horizon and, at the very top of it head, there was a small statue of a young man holding a book on his hand.
That's…! There is no way! This can't be true! I-I know what that thing is! It's the same demonic skeleton I had seen in my past life when I was looking for the newest Manga and Anime series!
Realization hit my barely developed mind like an Anti-Magic greatsword as several images bombarded my brain in a sudden burst. Memories resurging after a long time of inactivity are now appearing before me.
Vrrrrmmm!
"I'm gonna be the next Wizard King!"
"That guy received a Four-Leaf Clover Grimoire!"
"What kind of magic this guy uses!"
""Yuno/Asta, you are my rival!""
"Welcome to the Black Bulls!"
"You are not special… You're just a defective being… But that's also what makes you special!"
"YUNOOOOO!"
"ASTAAAAA!"
Vrrrrmmm!
I could no longer hear or see anything in the next moment. I couldn't even think clearly for an entire minute. The only things in mind were those words Orsi said.
Magic Knights
Demon Skeleton.
Wizard King
And finally… The one thing I have never expected to hear. The only words I could catch in Orsi's longass speech.
"I think it would be a good time to tell you, Asta and Yuno the most exciting story in Clover Kingdom. The tale of the First Wizard King!"
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Clover Kingdom…
Clover… Kingdom
Black… Grimoire
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Black… Clover?
I… I was reborn in the world of Black Clover?! The very same world where mages uses grimoires and fight against monsters, demons and other countries! The very same world which takes magic to insane levels and is well known for having a dark plot full of mysteries and whatnot!
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O-K~! There is one thing to say at this situation!
"Fack!"
"… WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT WORD?!"
← To Be Continued
And! That's it folks!
How do you like it? It was bad? Good? Please be aware that this is just the first chapter, so I would appreciate if the most "mouthful" of you hold your tongues and wait till this story have some structure before bombarding me with insults.
All insults and ill-natured comments will be ignored and banned. However! Those who have constructive criticism that will help me to improve my story are more than welcomed.