Chapter 1: My Name, Is D-I-S-C-O

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Hage village. A remote town in the forsaken realm of the clover kingdom. Here, everyone knows everyone and everyone helps out. That's just how it is out here in the boonies. Everything is peaceful and everyone is happy where they are. Right? Wrong, as a child, no older then fifteen, declares his dream to become the wizard king. This boy is Asta, a loud and determined young boy with white hair and vibrant green eyes. His attire consists of a white button down shirt, dark blue pants, a blue 18th century policeman's coat, a belt with a buckle that resembles hand-cuffs, and a large golden clip in his hair. To say his sense of fashion was odd would be an understatement, especially for an impoverished town like Hage. 

This young man has just returned from his training in the woods. This boy with a determined smile on his face, is chasing a seemingly impossible goal. To obtain the title of wizard king and become the most powerful man in Clover kingdom, and then marry his one true love, Sister Lily, the beautiful nun who works at the small church that Asta lives in. Speak of the devil, as Asta approaches the church, he sees the bountiful figure of the woman he loves with all his heart. "Hey, Sister Lily!" Asta calls out while rushing forward to greet her. "Oh, Asta, welcome back, how's training been going?" She asked in a kind angelic voice. Before Asta has a chance to respond, a young male voice is heard.

"Probably went horrible. I mean you still can't use magic, so I don't see why you keep trying." Both Sister Lily and Asta turn to see a young brown haired boy leaning on the side of the church while giving Asta a bored look. "Hey! My training is going just fine, thank you very much! I'll be wizard king in no time!" Asta exclaimed as Nash started to get angry. "Yeah, the wizard king, last time I checked, Wizards need magic, which you sorely lack." Nash spat back at Asta. Before they could continue, Sister Lily decided to intervene. "Please stop. This is starting to get rediculous." She said as politely as possible. "You don't need to fight." She continued. When she stopped, Asta suddenly dropped down before her.

"This is why I love you Sister Lily, so will you please marr-" Before he could finish his statement, he was sent crashing into the side of the church by a giant water fist, as Sister Lily had her grimoire  as someone came walking out of the building. "Asta, when are you going to give up? You know Sister is a woman of the clothe and can't marry, yet you still try so hard." Said a calm and monotone feminine voice as a gorgeous young girl walked out.  (The black haired one, obviously)

"Hey, Yuno there you are! You excited for tomorrow!? We're gonna get our grimoires! It's gonna be so cool!" Asta exclaimed, extremely excited while talking with his 'friend' Yuno

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"Hey, Yuno there you are! You excited for tomorrow!? We're gonna get our grimoires! It's gonna be so cool!" Asta exclaimed, extremely excited while talking with his 'friend' Yuno. She just stares at Asta with a blank face, showing no emotion and not a single bit of excitement. Yuno just turns around and walks back inside with Asta following and trying to start an idle conversation about the most likely outcome for the coming day. As night came and went, the sun shines on the two teens as they left the church to head to the grimoire choosing ceremony.

"So, what kind of grimoire do you think you're gonna get? Oh, I hope I get a really powerful one so I can show everyone what I'm made of. I'll prove it to them and become the Wizard King!" Asta cheered out while Yuno kept ignoring him, with a slight pink tint to her face due to his childish nature. Finally, after walking for what felt like hours of Asta talking to himself, they arrived at the great grimoire tower, where they would get their grimoire so they could become magic knights and protect the clover kingdom.

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