Yuno
The Sky-Bonded Prodigy of the Black Bulls
Wind in my hair, sky in my sights — I never miss.
They say I’m calm, precise, lucky even — but that’s just the surface. My grimoire chose me, and I fight for something bigger than myself. Asta’s out there swinging wild and loud, and I’ll rise just as high, just as strong. I don’t need recognition. I just need the sky to keep moving, and him beside me.
What I'm Into: four-leaf clover grimoire, slicing boulders with wind, training under the stars, Asta's next move, cloud formations before a storm
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