At thirteen, something changed.
He was in the ruins again an old forgotten library at the border, where no one cared what he did. Where no one looked.
That's where he found the books. Rotten, broken, buried under ash and moss. He stole them slowly one by one. Smuggled them in his shirt, past guards who didn't care.
He couldn't read most of them at first. But he taught himself.
Each night, by candlelight, he'd sound out words. Memorize symbols. He studied old magic theory, forgotten spells, cursed symbols. He copied everything into a worn notebook he hid under a loose floorboard.
He read until his eyes hurt. Until the ink on the pages bled into dreams.
And still, the grimoire said nothing.
His birthday meant nothing.
The house didn't acknowledge it. The world didn't care.
It was midnight.
Cairo lay awake in his attic, staring at the ceiling, the grimoire beside him. The candle had burned out, but he didn't notice.
He felt something in his chest. Like memory. Like... déjà vu.
His fingers twitched.
He sat up.
His hair was wet.
No. Dripping.
Ink. Thick, slow, black.
It poured from his hair, down his arms, off his fingertips.
He panicked—but he didn't scream. If they heard, they'd throw him out.
He looked at the grimoire. The page was open. Waiting.
He reached for it.
No pen.
Didn't matter.
He pressed his inky fingers down.
Boom.
The attic exploded.
Not fire. Not light. Just black ink. It blasted from the floor, the ceiling, the bed, flooding the room like a tidal wave. The walls pulsed with it, vibrating like a heartbeat. His mouth opened in shock but no sound came.
His body shook.
He reached for the grimoire again.
One word.
Rewind.
And then darkness.
He woke up the next morning.
Clean.
No ink. No explosion. Just sun bleeding through the window.
He sat up, heart pounding.
Had it been a dream?
He checked the walls.
The floor.
The sheets.
Nothing.
He braced for punishment all morning—but the maids said nothing. The butlers ignored him. No one looked at him differently.
It didn't make sense.
Unless...
He didn't say Rewind.
He said Erase.
His hands trembled.
He spent the whole day cleaning the storage room, but his mind raced the entire time. Rewind. Erase. Boom.
He rushed back to the attic that night and opened the grimoire again.
Still blank.
But his hair turned blacker than black. Ink oozed from his hands.
He touched the page and wrote again.
Light.
A small orb of glowing ink floated above the grimoire. Quiet. Gentle. Breathing.
He stared.
He didn't scream.
He smiled.
And from that day forward, he trained in silence.
He wrote new words every night.
Some worked.
Some didn't.
Some made him collapse, coughing black.
But he never stopped.
By fifteen, he was ready.
Not confident. Not strong. Just prepared.
The Magic Knights Entrance Exam.
He arrived early and stayed quiet. His cloak was too big. His grimoire still looked useless. But he didn't care.
The anti-birds hated him.
They swarmed like flies.
"Low mana," someone muttered.
He looked around.
And that's when he saw her.
A girl. Stunning. Calm. No anti-birds at all.
She didn't talk. Didn't move. Just watched.
Cairo didn't say a word.
He lowered his head.
He didn't need friends.
The captains appeared.
Cairo recognized all of them from books especially two: the captain of the Coral Peacock, and the Aqua Deer.
He always wanted to join Aqua Deer. Not because they were the strongest but because they were different. Weird. Unpredictable.
Just like him.
Cairo aced all of the exams even though with low mana everyone was shocked on how well Cairo controls and reserves his mana.
Before the final test, everyone was told to pick their dueling partner in the duel a trick to see how well they could observe who is the weakest. Cairo got picked by the lady boasting of confidence. The others laughed. He didn't care if he lost he wanted to show his better.
Then came the duel.
And the beautiful lady chose him.
He accepted.
He lost.
Hard.
But she looked at him like he wasn't a joke.
Like he might be something.
And for the first time in a long time, Cairo didn't feel like a background character.
He passed the other tests successfully. But he passed even though the combat test was the most crucial one.
And when the selection came, only two captains raised their hands.
Coral Peacock.
Aqua Deer.
Cairo didn't hesitate.
He stepped forward and bowed.
And the Aqua Deer smiled.
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Black Clover: Null Script
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