The reason that Asta didn't have any mana of his own was because he was an entirely different type of Mage. It wasn't until he received his Grimoire that that truth was known, but when he discovered his true power as well as his Anti-Magic he was su...
The day after Asta recieved his Grimoire and defeated Revchi in order to save Yuno, Asta was sitting under a tree taking a break from his training before he started practicing with his sword, in his hands was his Grimoire, and on his face was an expression of excitment and pride. He almost lost all hope when he was shown when trying to stop Revchi the distance between those with magic and those without it, even as confident and outgoing as he appeared he was like that because he had always had to be. Yuno was always seen as a prodigy, and for good reason, but being his rival Asta needed to be his equal. If he wasn't loud, if he wasn't so in people faces, then he would fade into the background and be forgotten. When it had appeared to him he was on the verge of giving up on his dream for the first time in his life. A former Magic Knight and him seemed too far apart in strength, his dream of becomming the Wizard King seemed to be without hope at all. But then Yuno yelled at him, declared that he was his rival and gave him some hope, further increased when his Grimoire appeared before him and granted him a curious sword that negated magic completely, cutting through the chains of magic meant to restrain both a mage and their power, but to his appearingly comical blade they were nothing. Using that power he defeated the former Magic Knight Revchi, bridging the gap between the strenght of his body and the strength of magic.
"What else can you do?" He wondered aloud, a question that had been in his mind since he drew the sword, as he ran his fingers along the cover of the book. It was a tattered and filthy looking Grimoire, with a black Five-Leaf Clover insignia in the centre, although largely unseen becuase of the state of the Grimoire.
Feeling drained from his training Asta dropped the book to his side and leaned back. "Ouch!" He gasped as he felt a sharp pain on the palm of his hand, which he had tried to move behind his head when he leaned backward. He sat up quickly and brought his hand in front of his face, not noticing as a few drops of blood flew from his hand and fell onto his Grimoire, which had landed face down when he had dropped it. Examining his hand Asta saw that something, probably a bush, had made a small cut on the back of his hand. Using his thumb he brushed away the small stream of blood and then sucked on the wound. "That stung." He commented before brushing the blood on his thumb onto the ground.
While Asta's attention was on the small cut, he failed to notice that his Grimoire had floated off of the ground and opened on its own. As the pages shifted as if someone was quickly looking for a specific page it was coated with the same red and black aura that it held whenever he drew his sword from its pages. And while it did that the blood on the back spread, forming a strange looking magic circle that immediately upon completion began to glow a crimson red. And while it did the same circle, but larger, formed on the ground in front of Asta and began to emit a bright red light, so bright that it was blinding and it forced Asta to shield his eyes. "What the?!"
He tried to see past the light, but it was impossible, so all he could do was wait for the few short seconds before the light faded. Revealing someone that Asta had never seen before, someone coated in a metal suit of armour like he had never seen with red trim. Someone that was kneeling. They could've been either female or male, but he couldnt tell. They stood up.
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