Reapers Clover

Prologue

3rd POV
Outside of a small run-down church, a figure holding a basket containing two young boys, less than a few months old.

???: Well little friends this is where we part ways.

The figure set the basket down, leaving two large boxes for the boys.

Soon the church doors opened and a man looked down and saw the babies.

???: What are these doing out here?

He then brought the boys inside as well as the boxes.

Man: I guess this is your new home.

The man looked to see the boys' shirts seeing their names written on them, Asta and Yuno.

Father Oris: Well Asta and Yuno, you don't need to worry anymore now that you're in my care!

Now with the children taken care of, he turned his attention to the two large boxes they came with, these also had their names on them.

Father Oris: Now what do I do with these?

He grabbed the lid of the box and tried to open it, but the lid wouldn't budge. He was confused and tried again, but no dice. He kept trying for several minutes.

Father Oris: GAH!! Come on Come on! Open!

Just when he thought he got the lid to move it pinched his finger, causing him to drop the box in pain.

This was just the start of this amazing tale.

Several Years Later

Asta stood in front of a tree, he had been hitting that tree for about 3 hours now, and his knuckles were bleeding from hitting it so many times. His face contorted into a grimace as he kicked the tree.

Asta: What is the feeling?!?!

For as long as he could remember Asta had felt as if something was missing from his life. He never knew exactly what he felt but it could be reminiscent of boredom or apathy what made it even worse was his mind would fill with dreams of battle, him standing on top of a mountain of corpses. For some reason, it made him happy. The thought of having the strength to do that filled him with joy. But besides that, he felt incomplete. That and Sister Lily had shot down his 6th marriage proposal of the day. Besides that, he trained hard to achieve his dream. Become the Wizard King, even without magic. 

Asta: AAAAHHHH!!!!!!

He bashed his head against a tree.

Yuno: What are you doing?

His brother Yuno looked at him with confusion, he couldn't lie at times he felt jealous of Yuno. He had everything he didn't, height, magic, and good looks to boot. It wasn't fair, but he still worked hard.

Asta: Uh, just training!

Yuno: Well come on, we get our grimoires today.

Asta: Right.

He wrapped his hands up and began following his brother. Today they would receive a grimoire for their journey.

(We're skipping the ceremony because this took over a year to make)

Asta punched the log in front of him in rage. He was drenched in sweat, he had been at this for nearly an hour. He didn't receive his grimoire, he had no magic, and this was a fact. But Yuno was a prodigy, a real diamond in the ruff. It was clear when he got his four-leaf grimoire. He was right on his way to becoming wizard King. He had become league above him in recent years. It infuriated him.