black clover: The second chance

This is a mini chapter, kinda like extra filler.

The main chapter will posted in about 12 or 14 hours.

(It needs some editing. I hate auto correct.)

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-2 Days later-

The airship begins its descend. It's target set in stone as it starts lowering towards a wide field in the middle of a ocean.

Hundreds of mages look at it from below as begin supplying mana into their spells and magi-tools.

The earth rose to their command, a massive runway forming out in the middle of the blue and clear ocean.

"Slow the engines. Lower the altitude." The captain ordered and the crew followed.

Then soon, the airship landed with a thud and a ramp was created from the ground by the passenger mages themselves as they each took their luggage and tried to fly away.

However all they got was face-first fall to the ground and straight into the mud where the security stood with their artifacts.

At this moment, a man with his both eyes burned to pitch black scars came forward.

He wore the uniform of the security and looked more like a bandit than a inspector.

"Form a line. I ain't got all day." The guy said to the passengers in a cocky manner and spat on the ground.

"You Dare!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Get los-"

And some overused threats. (I ain't writing all the wuxia side character young master threats)

Nobles were furious, their seemingly fragile price in shambles from the embarrassment as they tried to put up a resistive front to regain it.

-1 min later-

All the nobles now lay on the ground, all planted into the ground like bamboo shoots while the inspectors skimmed through the luggage.

" You maybe prince or princesses in your country. *Smokes* but here merit ranks higher."

At the same time, Asta casually passes through the checkpoint as he glances at the ground-planted nobles before turning around and moving away.

Asta moved on but his eyes were drifting to the vast ocean as he sniffed the sea breeze, "smells like fish. *Stomach growling* Man I am hungry."

At this moment, Asta found himself in front of boat.. No, a crowd of boats.

He gazed down upon the rows upon rows of boats who were at eachother's throat for passengers.

"Guess I will f-. Sigh..", Asta looks down at his grimoire which now sat chained in a seal. " I guess a boat will work."

He begins looking around, trying to find a boat that wasn't as over crowded as tail station.

"Is that? No way right?" He mutters, his words barely coming out of his mouth as he witnessed something gigantic.

It was boat, not some small taxi one but a yacht as big as half his dorm building and felt like he was dreaming.

However what he was thinking about was neither the yacht or its passengers but-

"Must be hellva expensive. Better get out of here."

So he turned around and begins sprinting away. However someone wasn't very satisfied with his expression.

" Grab him." A lady with white hair said to her butler as she looked at Asta running away from above the yacht's deck.

Then with a nod, the butler launched forward like a missile and straight towards Asta.

Asta felt hostility and turned and then burst into a scream as he watched the butler get closer like a kamikaze pilot.

"AAAÆEEE-"

Boom

The butler exploded.

He Literally exploded into a blue chain that circled around Asta's body and tangled him before pulling him back at the boat.

The sight was horrifying and comical for the spectators but none dared to utter a word as they watched Asta fly away while yelling at top of his lungs.

Thud. tap tap tap..Dhong

Asta landed on the deck, then he bounced, and then finally he got bashed into a steel bell twice his size before the chains left him.

The chains then turned back into the butler who walked away, leaving behind a stunned and still confused Asta on the floor.

'h-Huh?? Where am I? Did I die?' Asta thought to himself in stunned expression as he tried to stand back to his feet and looked forward. 'Am I dreaming?'

In his sight was a women, a women who looked very similar to Noelle but lacked any of the noble pressure Noelle always tried to act like.

"Welcome my friend. " The women said as she waved her hand and pointed at the empty chair beside her. "My ungraceful friend."