Chapter 2: Mana

(30 months previous)

Change is hard, it's fascinating, and it's sometimes necessary for growth. Marcus Joshua had always believed that changes could be uncomfortable and hard. In the shallow part of his memories, he hopped on various schools due to their financial struggles. The reason he had fewer friends on average, or what they call – anti-social.

He sighed. Standing in front of the mirror, the boy started straightening his messy obsidian hair. The comb had a bit of a pointy edge. His bubblegum pink eyes twitched. It felt weird to know that, yesterday, Marcus was having a conversation with Dr. Freeman regarding the alarming Tetanus he might have had. Then, found himself lying on the floor, the doctor grabbed onto his clothes, and frantically called him by his name.

If counted correctly. That event happened three weeks ago. He found himself in a new body named Abiel: the one and only son of Soran the Chef. Abiel had to work to maintain the cleanliness of their restaurant – Soranon Fried. His brow twitched. The boy was a goddamned fifteen-year-old, but he guessed that it might be fair, knowing that this plane of existence could be considered far from his former one. Soranon Fried is located in the North-East part of Kiten—the reason why the customers were always non-existent.

Kiten was located in the Clover Kingdom, that very kingdom in the goddamned Black-Clover!

"Are you still not up?"

"Yes." He answered. "Just give me some time!" This shitty old man. I woke up this early so I could practice –

Mana. A form of energy that exists in nature and within people, and also devils. In the Clover world, Elves were the most loved by Mana. Abiel must know the logic and principles behind it, maybe not now. It was not explained in the manga but he's planning on working on it to maximize his power.

He breathed in. A Tingly sensation ran through his body. He shut his eyes. Appreciating the sensation. Treating it as part of his five senses. Treating it as part of his organ, his body. There he stood, in the vastness of space. He couldn't see anything inside this realm, except a small globe of light hovering above. It must be his core. His Mana Core contains all the Mana. He gradually circulated the core.

He exhaled and opened his eyes. Abiel opened his palm. A pitch-black matter emerged, it floated and grew its size forming a small fork. He held it and analyzed the fork.

"Void Magic."

He has yet to have his grimoire but he claimed that it has to be Void Magic, not Dark Magic. His magic was part of him, part of his soul, and body. Abiel concluded that Dark Magic had different properties. Darkness means the lack of light. Our Sun produced light on Earth, it made most of the things visible to the naked eye. If a bulb in a room was switched off, we could still have the table, the desk, and the things inside.

On the other hand, Void means empty. It has nothing. There's no light, no air, no cheating ex-wife, no shit and giggles. Practically, and fascinatingly empty. One thing he had also noted during his stay, was Void Magic can absorb and create a vacuum to absorb the things that contained mana around a 5m radius.

"BRAT – YOU'RE ALREADY TAKING FOREVER!" A deep voice spat. "I NEED HELP – CUSTOMERS!"

Customers? Strange. Abiel could not bring himself to believe that their small restaurant would be handling a worrying amount, his father could not handle alone. He sighed. This was good. He never planned to be a Magic Knight anyway, he prefers to handle the business instead of dying for the country.