Elementist Weaponist (Black Clover X Male Reader)

Chapter One: The Hage Brothers

(AN: Careful, this is a long one)

Hage: Krystal Smith

The mechanical creaking of the bellow blowing air onto the fire to make it burn hotter than before filled the small workspace. A fifteen-year-old with a tuft of white hair located directly in the front of his hair grabbed some nearby tongs and pulled out the heated and malleable metal. He placed it onto the anvil and got to work with his hammer on shaping the metal into a more elegant piece of work than heated iron.

All the teen wore was a leather apron and lien pants as protection. Any soot gathered on the boy's body became matted by the sweat his body produced in reaction to the heat coming from the nearby forge. A sight nearly all the village girls loved to see. But all that mattered to the boy was utilizing his talents to create items that the people of his village and other towns used to improve their lives.

"Y/n!" The boy stopped his hammering and turned to see an elderly woman, his grandmother. "How many times have I told you to use Mana Skin when working with just the apron?"

Y/n rubbed his head bashfully. "Sorry, grandma. Just got caught up in wanting to finish the order I forgot to use it." And just like that, an outline made of Y/n's preferred mana color surrounded his body.

His grandmother sighed. "Just finish up here. I've got something that needs to be delivered to the church, they need their replacement knives and a new axe."

"You got it!"

Y/n went right back to striking the metal on the anvil as he began to shape it to the piece it needed to be.

After some time passed the recently created anchor was almost ready to be shipped off as it just needed some finishing touches from Y/n's grandmother.

Speaking of Y/n, he exchanged the apron for the top wear he usually wore around the village. A linen tunic that had the top two of the three buttons unbuttoned and the mask from ten years ago was on the side of Y/n's head. It now had some scratches on it and even a piece of it from the bottom was chipped off. Not large enough to be distracting but it was definitely noticeable.

He walked down the stairs in his village attire and saw his grandma leaning over the wooden counter that had some helmets displayed. There were also some wooden stands to show off the longer weapons: Spears, javelins, war hammers, polearms and other items. Some more decorative items like jewelry were protected by glass cases underneath the counter.

The Krystal Smith wasn't just for blacksmithing.

"Here." She threw a bundle of rolled-up leather and an axe. "And make sure to tell the shrimp to go easy with the axe. It's meant for chopping logs into firewood, not entire trees."

"That's only something Asta would do."

And off Y/n went to make the delivery.

It didn't take long for Y/n to be close to the very familiar church, it was basically a second home to the teen so he could easily walk there with his eyes closed. Y/n was about to knock on the door when an all too familiarly loud voice made his presence known.

"One day, I'll become the wizard king and make you happyyyy!"

Y/n walked over to the back of the church, since he heard it coming from there, where he saw an all too familiar situation beginning to play out. Asta, now fifteen, was on a knee with a flower in his hand.