"Phew. First those money sappers and now some owl. Why can't I just a have some free time?" Asta grumbled to himself.
Currently he was laying in his bed with a exhausted look over his face. Too tired (mentally) and had enough of all the nuisances coming his way.
The room was pretty small, only 4 feet in width and 12 feet in length. It had a decent bed and a table but that's all it had and Asta wasn't liking it one bit.
Growl
"I guess a snack won't hurt."
Hearing the cry of his stomach, he stood up and left for the main deck.
The main deck was 4 floors away from him and it took him over 10 mins to get there.
He arrived, his eyes looking around for anything he could see or find.
"A bunch of restaurants, a daycare, a pool and some shops.. Nothing to fancy, good."
He looked at the menu. Almost reading out the names aloud out of hunger but the shop sold nothing he wanted. It was all some tasteless food made by some lousy chef.
He scoffed internally, his patience already at its end until he saw something in the corner of his eye. A smaller restaurant stuffed between the big ones.
The restaurant was only as big his room in the airship but for some reason he felt attracted to it.
Their was only one customer there and only one chef who was also the owner. However the aroma that came out made his mouth almost fall down.
"Graise fruit steak? Just what I needed."
He dashed, reaching the shop in a instant as he peeked over the counter and bathed in the aroma that was coming out.
Sweet yet crunchy on the outside, made of a fruit twice the size of a head, the steak was just a fruit that tasted like a pancake with honey but more perfect.
Asta drooled, his mouth watering at the sight of the dish as he looked for the ordering bell but there was none.
The chef on the other hand was so engrossed in his dish that he didn't even react a bit to Asta's arrival.
"Um. Do you want to order too?" A slightly timid voice reached Asta's head.
It was the customer, a boy in plain clothing like his own that was barely coming to his close to his chest.
It was looking up nervously and innocently that Asta almost wanted to grab it like a teddy be-
'Wait! Why do I feel this repulsion.'
Asta retreated visibly, his senses screaming at him to attack the very instance but he controlled himself.
He closed his eyes, focusing forwards towards the boy with full focus.
"Um." The voice came again.
Asta felt goosebumps across his skin.
'He's behind me! When!? How!?' He was conflicted and terrified of the little child in front of him.
Filled with a unknown disgust and full trust for his senses, he reached for his grimoire uncaring of the passengers nearby.
«STOP»
A force stopped his hand, his body betraying his own wishes and halting in it's tracks.
This was no foreign power, no unfamiliar influence but something that came from within his own soul.
After few seconds, Asta finally came back to reality and regained control of himself. He looked around, trying to search for the boy but to no avail.
"Why the heck do I feel like eating some gross leftovers?" He asked himself in whispers and couldn't help but grumble inwardly.
His memory was foggy, however he didn't care about it anymore and turned to the food shop instead.
The owner was free and with no other customer in sight, he dashed to the counter.
"1 serving of the graise steak, XXL one!" He said to the chef and brought out his own wallet to pay.
The chef happily accepted the cash and got to work while Asta stormed off to the table and sat down.
He had to wait for his order, so he raised his grimoire and got to work. It was close to reaching the fourth leaf with the shinning process already in the final phase.
At this time, something slithered it's way to his Shoulder, "Whatcha doin? Why don't you relax?"
It was Yubin, coming straight out of his sleep. (The insect shell is just a vessel, Yubin is originally a spirit. Mental exhaustion is a thing in black clover.)
"You sure took a deep sleep didn't you? It's been 2 days."
"Two days!! Just how much did I miss!?"
" Well. First i beat that guy up then mimosa and Sol went crazy then I almost got assassinated and th-"
"Wait wait! Stop acting like this stuff is regular thing for you!"
"And then what? Start overthinking everything? That's lame."
At this time, Asta and Yubin heard something break in the distance and turned together.
They could see a crowd gathered in the distance, all dressed up like nobels or royals with the grimoires raised out in their hands.
"Go see what is going on."
"Two pieces of steel."
"*Sigh* Fine.. just go already."
Yubin flew away joyfully, completely motivated by the successful negotiations that he almost crashed into someone's head.
The crowd was gathered around two people, a young man in plain clothes that matched a journalist's and a old man with a grey beard in a robe.
Gracefully and silently, Yubin landed on someone's shoulder and begins eavesdropping.
The old man was acting hefty and arrogant as he pulled back his staff.
Then he hit the journalist in the face and said "You imbecile dare defame me? Looks like you punks have gottens balls of steel after the recent demon attack."
"Pl- Urgh", the guy tried to beg but to no avail as he was beaten left and right with a staff and couldn't even escape the mage.
"The punk deserves it."
"Yeh. It's his fault for writting against a master scribe."
Similar whispers begin coming from within the crowd and nobody dared to help but rather tried to support the old man for a favor or two.
However Asta felt disgusted by such whispers that he didn't care about his vacation at all and begins walking towards the mage.
"It's always these pathetic bastards, the weaklings who have never seen war and try to act all mighty by being something decent."
He reached for his grimoire and brought his new replacement for the spear type weapon- Crowos.
It was equal to Asta in length, with eight spider leg like blades swirling into one and forming the spear tip. The shaft was grey like Ash with cracks across the body and three blue gem like items embedded in it.
The spear soon begin transforming, the entire body covered in Anti-magic as it changed into the colours of black and purple with colourless transparent gems.
He threw the spear, making it fly towards the scribe only to turn mid air as it shattered the staff and landed right between the two people.
The crowd parted ways, each retreating back as their bodyguards came forward but backed away as well when they saw his face.
"Nowadays even nobody scribes like you have pride? You look as ancient as a monument and still only a master? Pathetic." He said with contempt and walked between the crowd.
A black armor was covering his face, a mask to hide his identity while he moved around.
Soon he reaches the journalist who was looking at him with awe, however suddenly the face changed as he tried to scream.
Asta already knew what was going on. He had already predicted the outcome as he turned around and smacked away the fireball coming his way.
"You have lot of guts for a loser.. Old bastard." He sneered at scribe while cracking his fists.