" 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲. "
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With no dreams nor aspirations, Y/n lived her life peacefully with her grandparents... Wel...
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Y/n Boleotti
the urge to b!tch slap augustus kira.
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Yeah...you didn't kill him. Well, it was more of Asta getting a move on that Heath first. He charged towards the man, like a raging bull. His sword did get a hit on Heath...but it did nothing but create an opening for Heath to stab the boy, before he was thrown aside.
"Asta!" You yelled, hoping he would still be awake, as you ran towards the boy. No reaction. His whole body laid there limp on the ground like a used rag.
Behind you, the dome Noelle created was slowly freezing. At this point, everyone wouldn't make it out alive. What a disappointment you were.
No. Now was not the time to think lowly of yourself. No one has died yet, and you were going to make sure no one does.
It would take a lot more mana to accomplish this, but if that was what you needed to sacrifice for the lives of the people, then so be it. You'd bring honour to your family, not shame, was your promise.
"Sun Magic : Shower under the Morning Sun," The soft raindrops fell onto Asta, a gentle glow of light emitted above the boy as his injury slowly healed, his wound closing as his body regained its energy.
'here goes nothing'
"Sun Magic : Dance of the Red Butterfly," This time, a much larger swarm of butterflies flew out, towards Noelle's water dome that was slowly freezing those inside to death. They began feasting on the frost, absorbing the magic as the frost began depleting. The downside? Noelle's spell also was disappearing, as it was also being eaten by the butterflies. And bonus point, the roots of your hair slowly began turning white as snow. However, it turned back to its normal colour right after, as if nothing happened.
"Y/n! We're okay now! The butterflies can go now!" Noelle screamed for you to call the butterflies back, but you couldn't hear her.
All you could hear were the loud ringing in your ears, your eyesight slowly becoming blurrier. Your legs forgot how to function, as you collapsed on your knees.
The last thing you heard?
"It's not over yet!" It sounded like Asta. That's great! He recovered! You felt your eyes close as you let the desire for rest to take over.
