"Uuu. Uwah!!... Where am I?" Asta opened his eyes to find himself in a confined room
The walls around him were strong and colourless, hundreds of different sealing were planted in them that it was harder for a mage to see the wall's own colour.
"What is this place? *Looks down* What are th-... HandCuffs??!! Asta roared. His body covered in chains that sealed magic and his hands covered in ball like cuffs iron with a single lock.
Raging and stupified at the sudden change in location, Asta finally woke up from his drowziness and began looking around to find himself in a place that looked like a jailcell.
He placed his hands on the only door, screaming for someone to answer his call, "Who the hell out me here?!! Which bastard did it!!"
The memories of what happened before came gushing in, Causing Asta to to remember how he bounced like a skipping stones before bashing through clocktower like a darned drill.
His frustrations kept piling, his anger rising as he remembered that Captain Yami didn't even bother taking him when running after he fainted.
A nerve pops up his head, his voice changing to match his expression, "I am gonna make sure he coughs up every coin I owe him!!" He mutters.
Then as if a jailer had come to greet him, the sound of baton hitting the iron gates echoed and a person's face come to glare Asta's door.
"Shut up, You piece of crap! One more word and i am-"
Asta didn't even bother to listen to his monologue and just kicked back the door even harder to the point the joints creaked and the jailer retreated.
Crack crack... Gong
The metal door fell, leaving a second for Asta to just stand there in bafflement as he slowly towards the hindges in the door which have clearly rusted to brown dust.
"Lucky me." He said, his eyes turning to slightly nervous jailer who just gulped in fear. "Now then... You better answer my questions or else..."
The jailer tried to run, only to end being bashed into the other door with a shoulder charge from Asta. The other prisoners screamed for more action, their voices getting on Asta's nerves.
"SHUT UP!!!" he roared, his voice causing the hall to grow silent as he turned to guard with a pair of blood shot eyes seeking to kill someone. "Who brought me here?"
"The warden! It was the warden!"
"Take me to this warden. Also... Unlock these.", Asta extended his hands with the cuffs on, a pair of proper metal spheres that could be used to kill the guard with a strike to the head.
Stuttering like a broken machine, the newbie guard who was acting menacing quickly searched through the keys for Asta's cuffs. It didn't even take half minute for him to find the key and unlock it as the iron cuffs fell to floor with bang.
"Now. Take me to the warden." Asta reminded the guard as he stretched his arms.
The guard didn't dare disagree, he could only nod at the command as he began walking towards the exit with Asta following behind.
"Wait."
Asta's voice made the guard sweat, his head slowly turning as he half expected himself of having to beg for mercy. But unexpectedly Asta just shoved the keys for all the cuffs in his arms.
"Act like a jailer you moron. I am not a criminal but those most of these guys are." Asta said to the guard nonchantly before nudging him forward, "What are you waiting for now? Move on."
"Y-Yes! Thank you!"
Meanwhile as he followed the guard out, Asta began trying to find his grimoire with a sort of connection every mage uses in his everyday life.
'two hundreds meters.' he found the grimoire's location in a instant, luckily Yubin was alongside it which saved him some trouble.
He turned to the guard, asking a question, "Where is my grimoire kept?" Is what he said to him.
The guard, now a little calmer than before, slowly turned back with a nervous face as he answered Asta's question.
"It's in storage for prisoner belongings. Do we need a detour?"
"Nah." Asta replied with a shrug before asking another question, "Will I be fined for breaking property here?"
"I-I guess you will sir. I don't what you did but damage to property is a big offence in our kingdom."
...
"No wonder they locked me up even when it wasn't my fault. They could have just said it if it was compensation they needed." Asta grumbled in a low voice.
Then after a few more steps in the silence, another guard came into Asta's view, this time holding a grimoire.
The grimoire holder turned towards the newbie guard and then to Asta walking behind him.
"Who is that? Are you helping a prisoner escape newbie?" The experienced guard said as he opened his grimoire to prepare for a battle.
However before the newbie guard could cause misunderstandings, Asta made his stance clear
"I am not a prisoner. Someone just threw me in the cell to avoid some hassle of a paperwork."
"What crime did you do?"
"I didn't do nothing! If someone throws you into a pot and it breaks, is it your fault or the thrower's?"
...
The other guard find the words a little too convincing and he had just heard of the warden throwing someone into jail after stealing some stuff from his fainted body.
"Are you the one who got smashed into the clocktower?" The guard asked genuinely.
Asta didn't reject it either and nodded. "You bet I am. Where are my things by the way? My student card's is in it."
The newbie guard turned around at the mention of the card, a shocked expression appearing on his face.
"You are a student?!"
"I am."
"Which academy?"
"Last hope."
.... The guards both grew silent before a final question left their mouths as they slowly forgot everything except the genuine curiosity in their hearts.
"Last question... What is your name?"
"Asta." Asta answered without hesitation, it's not like he was some bigshot kno-
The guards held eachother's hands, both immediately going to a kneeling position as they begged Asta to spare their jobs.
"Please forgive us! We didn't knew the truth."
"I apologise for everything we did. It was warden who threw you in not us!"
Asta was stupified by the sudden change. His words stuck in his throat as he tried to figure out what the heck was going on.
"Why the heck are you two begging me?! I am just a student!" He roared at the in confusion as they both turned to him.
"Aren't you the guest of the ceremony? The topper of the current year and the one who literally injured the demon Lilith while being a grade three mage?"
Asta thought for a second. "Well I am but-"
"Spare us!" X2
'This is going out of hand.' was the only thought left in Asta's mind. He couldn't even comprehend the amount of chaos his name was currently spreading around the city.
He was revered as the strongest non-noble super rookie in almost every kingdom around in the continent. No one knew his face but his fame was already high enough to the point that people had began to fight for a line to have him visit their place.
"Fine fine I forgive you.", Asta wanted to escape these prison already before situation gets more out of hand.
However there was one thing he wasn't going to forgive, or rather someone who threw him into the prison himself.
The guard with the grimoire also told Asta that the warden was currently trying to open his belongings in his office right now. This meant the place where his grimoire is wasn't the storage but the warden's office.
The thought of someone unhealthy and fat as pig as per his description by the guards looking through his stuff. The thought filled Asta to Smack the hell out of the warden with his own two arms.
"Take me to him.. I will like to see who that bastard is myself." He ordered to the guards with his fist clenched in rage.
Now he was about to erupt and the warden was going to be the chicken he will cook over his fury. So urging the guards to move faster, Asta had to climb well over a hundred more stairs before he finally arrived outside the prison and straight into warden's office.
Meanwhile as they watched Asta walk into the office from behind, the guards began talking to themselves.
"Should I get some popcorn?"
"Nah. You might miss the action. It's not everyday you see someone beating the shit out of your cocky superior."
"For once I agree. This thing gonna be satisfying as heck."