Naruto: Legacy From Leaf To Clover

[Ding! You have awakened the Five-Leaf Clover Grimoire and obtained the Anti-Magic Sword!]

[Anti-Magic Sword: The tip of the blade nullifies magic. The sword body reflects magic back at the caster!]

"So that means… with this sword in hand, I don't have to fear any kind of magic?"

On his way back to the church, Houma could still hear the system's notifications echoing in his ears. It stirred an uncontrollable excitement inside him.

No matter the world, strength always speaks the loudest. Without it, you're just a weakling, at the mercy of those more powerful.

[Ding! You have slain First-Rank Junior Mage Rebuchi. Target was marked as hostile. Reward: 300 points.]

"Nice!"

Houma couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

A wild boar only earned him five points, but a single mage brought in three hundred? That was insane!

As for "marked hostile," it worked the same as in most games: killing red-named enemies meant no penalties and even came with handsome system rewards.

Apparently, Rebuchi had done enough evil deeds to warrant that mark.

To end someone like that with his own hands… could even be called an act of justice.

Houma dismissed the massive sword into his inventory and traced the spine of the weathered, slightly grimy grimoire with his fingers.

"This five-leaf clover grimoire… what exactly is it?"

He asked the system casually. For specialized topics like this, the system usually had answers.

"Normal grimoires have only three leaves," the system explained. "They represent honesty, hope, and love, the most common magical attributes. The fourth leaf symbolizes fortune. And the fifth…?"

[In the fifth leaf… dwells a Demon.]

"A demon, huh? That actually suits my taste."

Houma's pupils shrank slightly, but then he smirked coldly.

At the moment, he had already accumulated 1,000 points, still 9,000 short of unlocking the Single Tomoe Sharingan. But now that he'd found a profitable path forward, his interest in joining the Magic Knights had only deepened.

With access to high-risk missions, he could hunt powerful mages and rack up points much faster.

Way better than hunting boars in the backwoods.

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Back in Hage Village, the rowdy group of kids was still immersed in their training.

Houma immediately joined them without missing a beat.

"Asta-nii! You're back! Did you get your grimoire?"

A kid who had been training rushed over eagerly.

Houma casually raised the grimoire in his hand.

The children erupted in cheers, genuinely happy for him from the bottom of their hearts.

Over the past few months, Houma had taken great care of them. While teaching them martial arts, he had also provided them with nutrition and healing potions, never stingy, even when resources were tight.

Thanks to that, the children were noticeably stronger than before. Even the weakest among them could now carry a tree trunk the size of two grown men's arms wrapped around it, without breaking a sweat.

Houma had even attempted to teach them chakra basics. Unfortunately, there had been no progress. It seemed this world didn't allow anyone else to cultivate chakra, at least not the way he could.

"Asta-nii, what's your training plan for today?"

Another child asked curiously.

They watched him push his limits every single day. In their eyes, Houma was a literal superman, doing things they could only dream of.

"Today's goal? Ten thousand one-finger push-ups. For each finger."

As soon as he said it, Houma flipped into a single-finger handstand. His body curved like a drawn bow, full of explosive power.

The children burst into awe-struck gasps.

"Asta-nii really is Superman!"

"I can only do a hundred one-finger push-ups, and that's with my thumb. But Asta-nii can do ten thousand per finger?!"

After watching him for a while, the kids quickly returned to their own training, more motivated than ever.

Meanwhile, Father and Sister Lily had just returned from town after gathering supplies.

"These kids are burning with youth. It makes this old body of mine ache to join them," the priest chuckled.

"Asta's grown up so much," Lily added softly. "He still has his old energy, but now there's something more, leadership. But…"

Her voice trailed off, and her expression dimmed.

Since they had left early that morning, they hadn't yet heard the news of Houma awakening his grimoire. They still thought he had none, that he was doomed to a life without magic, living as a powerless commoner in the outer fringes of society.

"Maybe… giving up hope early is better for him," the priest sighed.

A child born rootless, yet dreaming so high.

Now, even his last chance was gone.

That kind of blow… even most adults couldn't handle it.

And yet, it had landed on the shoulders of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Sometimes, the cruelest thing in the world isn't punishment.

It's the moment a dream shatters.