In Black Clover with One For all grimoire

"It's about time to finally set of to...um... you know actually I don't know where I'm going?"

"Guess I'll test my power while thinking of where to go". shrugging, the young man does some stretches.

______________P.O.V change___________

I take out my grimoire and get into position, legs bent inwards, muscles tensed with anticipation for the attack, ready to output all my strength into my lower body.

"Aight, let's see, I have been stockpiling energy for the last week by kicking, punching, and what not. If the average force of my punch is around 800 newtons raw, and I have been stacking up the energy of every single punch, then logic states I should have the power of every punch I've thrown with my magic on, combined. So instead of 800 newtons, its more like...800,000 newtons, that's if I only did 1000 thousand punches and didn't account for the kicks and passive body locomotion, so it's more like 4,000,000 newtons." I calculated.

A low humming whistle reverberates from my legs, a gentle almost unnoticeable glow covers my my lower body.

"Ohh? didn't know I can adjust how much of my body is affected from my magic" i exclaimed, nodding in understanding. taking a deep breath in, I tensed my muscles before abruptly exploding forwards with inhuman speed. "well, here goes nothing!"

"One for All: strong kick!" I shouted heartily, lashing my leg like a whip straight into the boulder with a roundhouse kick.

BANG!

The poor boulder peacefully existing, was met with the misfortune of my whims as the kick shattered its surface, and sent it blazing into some unsuspecting poor trees, or more like whatever is left from it terrorized the trees, as a barrage of rocks rain through the bark of multiple trees, leaving massive holes or cleaving some in half.

the recoil of the kick sent wind slamming into my face, leaves flying around wildly as they cover places that they wouldn't naturally reach, places like my face.

"...Damn, that was soo coo- AHHHH!" I exclaimed in pain, everything not enhanced by one for all's stockpiled energy hurt like a monkey on crack, laying me the hell down as I took in all the pain.

"Ouch, youch, ouchies...why does everything in my body hurt, but not my legs?" I asked no one in particular, before the cause of my pain flashed into my mind. facepalming at such a clear and straight forward reason.

"Ohhhhh, so I'm just dumb. every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and I essentially tied three sticks and a half of dynamite onto my leg and slammed it into a boulder. my lower body was enhanced by one for all, but the rest of my body? just rawdogging it." accepting the fact I'm slightly less dense than the object i just smashed to smithereens...maybe a bit more than slightly.

I ley down trying to forget that most of my body is now sore to all hell. taking a deep breath in, i try to relax, maybe if I'm lucky, take a nap while I'm at it. closing my eyelids, i just focus on the clean air, the peaceful forest ambiance, and the sounds of whistling coming from birds tryna get some game...don't think just because you sound 'beautiful' or whatever excuse you try and trick people with, that I wont see you as the horny bastards that you are.

laying down, you'd almost believe I'm peacefully napping, but really? i don't care for boring shit like that, what i was actually doing, was planning.

"I will make it out this damn endless maze of trees, than i will become a!-…yeah I don't know what kinda jobs would hire me" I said to my self, before a memory flashed in my head.

_________flash back P.O.V thingee________

"My grandson, whatever path you may walk on, never hesitate, no matter how bullshit it may be...remember that" my grandmother said in a haze, the life-support machines keeping her alive beeping in the background.

"But grandmama, what if what I wanna be...doesn't exist, what if ... nobody believes in me?" i asked, scared of the answer I most likely will receive.

"I thought I taught you better than this you dumbass, no one really cares what you are, or what you want to do, shit, no one gives half a fuck if you wanna be the first monkey on Uranus. all that people care about is what you do, actions are what really matter in this piece of shit world, so why should you care if what you wanna be isn't the normal thing? do whatever you want, and even if you can't live with yourself knowing no one believes in your dreams, even if your stuck living a nightmare that you can't help but be awake in, just know, I believe in you, even if I'm just a skeleton in a grave under six-feet of dirt, I will always believe in my grandson." my grandmother said, eyes firm, the beeping in the back round starting to slow down.

"Bu- b- but, how will I know that I wont regret my choices?" i asked, my voice shaky.

"You wont" my grandmother said, confusing me.

"What? how do-" I couldn't finish my sentence before she cut me off.

"Don't over think it, just do what you want." she said.

"Do you not regret anything" I asked, my eyebrows scrunched up.

"Nah, I regret a lot of things."

"Wha-?"

A deep huff escaped her lips, eyes diming in remembrance, with a heavy heart, she continued.

"I regret letting your mother live her dumbass dream, I regret allowing her to be...something she isn't" she said, almost seeming to deflate.

"What was her dream?" I asked, hopeful to learn something of my parents.

"To be a Hero. I don't know what made her want to live that life, but I guess I was a little too late to realize that life may not of suited her, because on the same day that I was gonna order her to change, she met him, that slimy bastard."

"Huh? Who?"

"Your bitch ass father, that's who" the beeping increased a lot for a second before returning.

"Was he that bad?" I asked, not really understanding how my grandmother could hate a person this much.

"OF FUCKING COURSE HE WAS! That loser took my daughter's heart, and virginity!" She shouted with fervor, scaring everyone in the second floor of the hospital.

"Shesh, that guy was my father?" I asked, somehow feeling ashamed for being his son.

"Unfortunately...anyways, after that guy, made my daughter hopelessly in love with him, he made her join his gaggle of wannabe heroes, and before long, they were going on self righteous missions, fighting for their lives on the daily. not close to the cat saving, grandma walking, community work doing she was doing. like damn girl, I let you dream on because you were doing light non dangerous activities." she rubbed her head from the headache that was her daughters life.

"Seven months later, my daughter and your father came knocking on my door, my daughter with a happy smile, and your father with a nervous look that spoke of no good news."

"What was the news?" I said with interest.

"Is it not obvious? you're the news, she was two months pregnant. to state the obvious, I hung him" she causally said.

"You what?"

"I tried too at least, you're mother was begging me to stop, and I just couldn't say no to those big blue eyes of hers. so I let him off the hook, not without any conditions of course." My grandmother spoke fondly of my mother eyes, the same eyes I inherited.

"What were the conditions?" I said, thinking its gonna be some really bizarre conditions knowing my grandmother.

"They were to engage immediately, and prepare the wedding for next month. I didn't want my grandson to be called a bastard child." my grandmother could be called a lot of things, but one thing for sure, was that she was proactive.

"Your father the bastard that he is, wasn't exactly on board with the idea. your mother on the other hand? she was beyond happy, honestly, seeing her that happy, it might've made me change my mind." she recalled with a distant expression.

"Her second happiest day of her life was her wedding, the happiest day of her life? it was your birth, with the happiest moment being holding you for the first time" she said nostalgically, deep emotion swimming in her shimmering eyes.

Tears fill my eyes, threatening to fall for people I've never met.

"Those moments, for all she tried, didn't last forever. your father being the dunce that I always knew him as, got himself in deep shit, trying all he could to save those around him, but failing to understand that he wasn't his old self, that now he had people waiting for him to come back home everyday, a family, a wife, a son, but he threw it all away, all for his dream." She said, her face buried in regret, a life after a decision she didn't make, weighed on her conscious.

"After his decision, he died, a heroic death in most eyes, but for me, I watched my daughter die that day, and for that, I'll forever be haunted by his decision".

"Your mother, after that day, never smiled once, her only reason to live was the last thing he left her before his decision, her son. so, she went on to live like a ghost, memories of what she used to be only serving to remind me of his decision." Every word that she spoke seemed to age her more, growing more fragile.

"Seven months after his decision, your mother-" She sighed with a heavy heart, a tear streaming down her face "she died just as she lived, heroically." My grandmothers vitals were dropping rapidly.

"The one person who really lost it all, was you, nobody should be robbed of their life's before it even begins"

My eyes flood with tears, from both learning my parents end, and knowing my grandma's reaching her's soon.

"So, promise me this, my grandson" The beeping slows even more, almost stopping "Live your dreams, no matter what anyone dictates. I....believe-...in..you....." The beeping stops.

I nod with as much speed as I can reach. wiping the tears of my face, I exclaim desperately.

"YES GRANDMAMA!!" I shout with determination.

A beep echoes from the heartrate monitor.

"I forgot to say" My grandmother flutters her eyelids one more time.

"What is it grandmama?" I asked with a serious face, wondering what's so important that it made grandmother force her heart to beat.

"Give me sixteen great grandchildren" She said one last time, before the heartrate monitor flatlines.

My face blanks.

"....."

___________Flash back end_________

"Even in death, Grandmama was a freak" I remembered fondly.

I take my hog drip and cover my tattered pants, a rock in my hands, my hand flipping the rock like a coin "heads" viewing the blank surface I said.

I point towards a random direction "there-" I turn a full arm left "leftward, by gods will, I will not be lost or assaulted by pig diddy"

Nodding to myself, I hit the road towards my future.