Chapter 5: CHAPTER 5 NOT EVEN THE SIZE OF MY DONG

The insides of the tower are very baroque. Its designs are reminiscent of the medieval European influence. Considering that the Clover Kingdom’s modeling is heavily base on western influence, it is apparent that the things I will be seeing from now on will be quite westernized.

Starting from the language and the calendar system as being English, it cannot be more obvious that the people of Clover kingdom will also be speaking in English. I guess, it is kind of a reality correction on part of this world compare to the anime itself.

In the anime, the characters speak in Japanese, however, that’s not the same as my current reality. I remember that when this world is but an anime in the very first episode, the protagonists Asta and Yuno have their names spelled according to the English alphabet.

As I immerse myself in my own thoughts, the old man hosting the Grimoire Accepting Ceremony is already done with his speech. Now that the ceremony is proceeding to the special part, the 15 years olds around me cannot contain their excitement anymore.

“Please, give me a strong grimoire.”

“I will join the magic knights’ squad!”

“With this, I am now an adult.”

The ruckus didn’t stop as the first youth receives his grimoire. Dark and eerie, an overpowering heavy wave envelopes the surrounding. The teens around the tower watch expectantly at the curious dark grimoire floating to a certain foreigner.

When the youths around me realize it was the foreigner who is first receiving his grimoire, they start scowling at Yami. I can hear the noble youths by my side openly condemning Yami.

“What is a foreigner doing here? Tsk.”

“Yeah, he should be somewhere else!”

“What a fucking prick.”

I look at Yami’s Dark Grimoire. This thing is literally the stuff of legends. I smile unknowingly as I feel proud of myself that I am now personally witnessing history. I don’t know what emotions Yami is feeling right now, but I imagine it’s a mixture of wonder and regret.

Even though the ceremony is proceeding onwards with the program and more youths are receiving their grimoires, the badmouthing of Yami still continues. It is a very regretful sight as racism is a problem that is especially prominent when societies are still quite primitive.

A small gathering like this among children is already featuring such problems like this.

I notice when all of the youths finally have their grimoires, I still have none. Fear slowly creeps up from the back of my mind. It is a very familiar situation. “No way, don’t tell me.”

What if I suddenly receive Asta’s grimoire? The commotion will certainly cause me problems. That’s not even the last of it. If I do receive the Black Clover, then what will happen to Asta?

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At this point, I pray that I don’t receive any grimoire at all.

Suddenly out of nowhere, I hear a burst of abrupt laughter. Levitating just before I is an immensely small grimoire the size of my pinky finger. The small grimoire was really laughing at me, I am not imagining things. “It’s not even the size of my shrunk dong. Fuck, I hope like my dong, this thing also enlarges.”

My poor choice of words aside, I notice the young lady beside me showing a look of alternating disgust and gratefulness. Disgust because of my dong-lasting remark, and grateful because though her grimoire is the size of a pocketbook, it is still bigger than mine.

I offhandedly comment to the young lady. “Why? So proud that you have a bigger dong than mine?”

After the young lady awkwardly leaves me alone, I start inspecting my grimoire. Though it is so small, I might need a microscope to see if it has a clover or not, I can accurately gauge the ‘icon’ on its front cover.

Tracing its contours, I scrutinize the ‘icon’. I continue hearing the laughter coming from this ‘icon’. The ‘icon’ is laughing at me.

It is certainly not a clover, but a joker. The Joker animatedly continues cackling, but... too suddenly, I cannot hear the sound of its laughter anymore. The Joker continues to laugh without sounds, eerily gazing at me. Maybe hearing it is a one-time thing.

My grimoire is so small, I can tell that my magic power must be almost inexistent. “I think I have it worse than a certain protagonist…”

Asta, Black Clover’s protagonist, has inexistent magic power but as a trade-off, he has anti-magic. My case is the same yet different. In terms of the amount of magic power, I can confidently match Asta, but in terms of being ‘special’, I am confident to say I have nothing.

This Joker grimoire is the worst joke of the century.

That aside, this changes nothing at all. My plan was to live a carefree and normal life as a farmer in the countryside. No need for any fancy magic.

I prefer living the life of a commoner over a fanciful life of battles and dangers. Call me boring, but I am quite a rational and unambitious person.

Above all else, I don’t want to ruin Black Clover’s story. Being here in the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony is already a great risk of its own. Just what if I actually receive Asta’s grimoire or Yuno’s? What if I accidentally did something here that will inevitably cause a butterfly effect in the story as a whole?

I am paranoid about these things as that is how much I love the Black Clover anime. I tuck my miserable grimoire in my pajama pockets.

After the ceremony, I immediately walk to the exit not keen on staying a second longer. Many of the youths chose to remain as they want to establish friendly relationships with youths in their age group.

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