Reborn as Asta

A/N: For this chapter I'm going to be trying something a little different tell me if you guys and gals like it, I'll use it for future battles, so with all that being said enjoy

(Asta's Perspective)

Captain Yami's smirk was as confident as ever as he held his katana loosely at his side, its dark magic humming ominously.

I planted my foot forward, gripping my anti-magic sword. But I wanted to try something different this fight

"You ready, kid?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence of the arena.

I smirked back, my heart pounding with excitement. "More than ready!"

And with that the battle begin with Yami, vanishing in to a blur

I barely had time to react. I swung my anti-magic sword upward, catching his katana mid-strike. The force of the collision rattled my arms, and the ground beneath us cracked.

"Not bad," Yami said, his grin widening as he stepped back, giving me a moment to breathe. "You've got some instincts. Let's see how far they'll take you."

I grinned, swapping the anti-magic sword for the my dagger in one fluid motion. Its dark blade pulsed with raw power as I slashed forward, sending a shockwave of anti-magic energy toward Yami.

He sidestepped it with ease, appearing behind me. I ducked just in time, spinning on my heel and switching again, this time switching to my Chastiefol spear.

(Yami's Perspective)

The kid was relentless. As the wave of blackish red energy, tore toward me, I sidestepped, the air cracking as it passed. Before I could close the distance, he was already moving, switching weapons with a speed and precision that made my eyebrows rise. This time, he'd summoned a massive spear—a spear!—and spun it like it weighed nothing.

He wasn't just swinging it around; every strike had intent. Every thrust, every swing, every pivot forced me to move in ways I didn't want to. It was like he could predict where I'd be before I got there.

I deflected the spear's tip with my katana, sparks flying as steel met steel. "You're full of surprises, kid," I muttered, leaping back to regain my footing. "Where the hell did you learn to fight like this?"

He didn't answer. His grin was wild, but his eyes were sharp—focused. I saw the shift in his grip before he even made his next move. In the blink of an eye, he swapped the spear for a bow and arrow.

(Asta's Perspective)

The anti-magic arrow shimmered with raw power as I nocked it, drawing the string back until it trembled. I aimed at Yami and released, the arrow tearing through the air like a thunderbolt.

Yami's katana flashed, slicing the arrow clean in half, but the resulting explosion sent him skidding backward. I pressed the advantage, materializing the Chastiefol spear once more and charging in with a flurry of precise strikes. Each movement felt instinctive, like the weapons themselves were guiding me.

Yami grunted, deflecting each strike but visibly straining against the onslaught. "You're really not making this easy, kid."

I smirked, driving forward with a feint before spinning on my heel and swinging the spear in a wide arc. He blocked again, but I could see it—just for a moment—a crack in his stance.

(Yuno's Perspective)

I leaned against the railing, my eyes glued to the fight unfolding . The arena shook with every clash of their weapons, the sheer force of their power sending ripples through the air.

But something about the way Asta was fighting... didn't sit right with me.

During our last fight, I noticed it too. At first, I thought he'd just gotten stronger, faster. But now, watching him go toe-to-toe with Captain Yami, it was clear. He was holding back.

The way he moved—the way he fought—it was like there was something else waiting beneath the surface. Something he didn't want anyone to see.

Even now, as he pushed Yami to his limits, there was a line he refused to cross. And whatever was behind that line?

Terrified me.

(The Captains' Perspective)

From the observation deck, the captains watched in stunned silence, their usual composure shaken by the spectacle below.

"No one fights like that," Fuegoleon murmured, his fiery gaze locked on Asta.

"It's not just his power," Nozel added, his tone carrying an uncharacteristic edge. "It's how he uses it. Look at the way he switches between weapons. There's no hesitation, no wasted movement. That level of mastery… it's unheard of."

Charlotte's expression was intense, her hands gripping the railing tightly. "He's adapting. Every time Yami counters, he changes his strategy. That's not just strength—that's genius."

Jack let out a low whistle, his grin sharp. "Genius, huh? Maybe I should take the kid off your hands, Yami."

(Asta's Perspective)

Yami was relentless. Every time I thought I had him, he countered with overwhelming force, his katana slicing through the air with deadly precision.

But I wasn't done yet.

I switched to a shield just in time to block a devastating overhead slash. The impact sent me sliding backward, but I used the momentum to summon the berserk sword. The massive blade roared with power as I charged forward, putting every ounce of strength into a single swing.

The clash of our weapons sent a shockwave through the arena, the force splitting the ground beneath us and rattling the walls.

But I hesitated, my grip on the berserk sword tightening. There was more I could do. More I wanted to do.

But I couldn't. Not here. Not now.

I lowered my weapon, taking a deep breath. "I surrender."

The arena fell silent, the only sound the faint hum of my sword as it dissipated into nothingness. Yami blinked, lowering his katana in disbelief.

"You what?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"I surrender," I repeated, stepping back.

For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Then the crowd erupted into murmurs and shouts, confusion and disbelief rippling through them like a wave.

Yami's smirk returned, wider than before. "Weird way to end a fight, kid. But hey, you've impressed me."

As he turned and walked away, the tension in my chest finally eased. I'd shown enough.