Around 4 or 5 everyone awakened their magic.
Magic became normal after that.
Once it appeared, it stayed.
For Frey, snow followed him naturally as he grew — not constantly, not dramatically, but always present when he focused. Small shapes, clean control, nothing wasted.
Yuno's wind grew sharper, steadier, more refined with every passing year.
Asta never awakened magic.
And after one short night of frustration, he stopped caring about that fact.
"I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!"
That became his answer to everything.
The years passed quietly in Hage Village.
Frey grew taller — by the time he was fifteen, he stood almost exactly as tall as Yuno. White hair fell loosely around his face, red eyes calm and observant. He spoke when needed, laughed occasionally, and trained seriously without obsession.
He acted like a child.
Just a quiet one.
Yuno remained composed, focused, his rivalry with Asta burning silently beneath the surface.
Asta never stopped yelling.
"I'M GONNA BE THE WIZARD KING!"
"Yes, yes," Frey replied lazily, lying on the grass. "You tell us every day."
"And I'LL KEEP SAYING IT!"
Yuno said "I will become wizard king".
Frey sighed "These two never change."
Training was simple.
Not formal lessons. Not pressure.
Just effort.
Asta trained his body until his hands blistered and healed again.
Yuno trained his mana control until even the wind around him felt disciplined.
Frey trained precision.
Snow hardened, softened, dispersed, reformed. He learned how to use as little mana as possible to achieve exactly what he wanted. No spectacle. No excess.
Sometimes the three sparred.
Asta always lost.
But he never stopped smiling.
"SISTER LILY PLEASE MARRY ME"
Asta shouted at top of his lungs.
Frey who was taking nap woke up with displeased expression, over the years Asta shouting has been one of the things he hated the most.
Sister Lily gently said"I can't marry you Asta"
"You are stupid, Sister Lily is everyone sister and a Nun , she can't marry",Yuno voice came from behind
Asta said "I WILL BECOME WIZARD KING AND THEN MARRY YOU SISTER LILY"
Sister Lily used her magic "Water Creation Magic : Holy Fist of Love"
Frey sighed seeing the regular chaotic scene.
Father Orsi gathered them in the church.
"The time has come," he said, smiling proudly. "You're all fifteen now."
Asta straightened instantly.
"The Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony," Sister Lily added.
The room grew quiet.
Even Asta didn't shout.
Frey felt it then — a faint pull, distant but unmistakable. Something calling, like a book waiting to be opened.
Yuno felt it too. His mana stirred slightly.
Asta clenched his fists.
"Tomorrow," Father Orsi continued, "you'll go to the tower . That's where your grimoires will choose you."
Asta grinned wide. "THIS IS IT!"
Frey stood quietly, snow gathering faintly at his feet without his notice.
Yuno's eyes sharpened.