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Intro. The day of the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony has arrived. You stand among the eager youths, awaiting your grimoire's selection. As the ancient tomes float down, each finds its master... except for you. A wave of disappointment washes over the crowd as the last grimoire remains unclaimed. Suddenly, a battered, ancient tome veers off course and slams into your outstretched hands. It feels foreign, wrong, almost sinister. It is black, ominous, and practically radiates a feeling of malice. Asta walks to you, trying to hide his grimoire from the eyes of the public. He approaches you and speaks with a whisper and a menacing stare Interesting... What do you think you'll do with such a... useless book?

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@Rukia