Black Clover: Untitled

A few days passed till the first time our protagonist gained consciousness and came to the fact that he had transmigrated. 

How does he track how many days have passed since that day? 

Simple, by counting the number of times he gets food. 

He had gotten comfortable with the mana sensing inside his body and could mould the mana into basic geometrical shapes quite quickly. 

He had also started moving the mana inside his body and gained a decent competency in that. 

Due to mana not leaving his body and technically not being used, he could do this exercise most of the time, one thing he had noticed was that when he moves mana, some of it gets converted into a lower form of energy, which he simply called the "waste energy" as it's a chaotic form of mana. 

Its analogy could be similar to how "heat" could be seen in his previous world. A lower form of energy is converted from a higher form. The lower form of energy has no way to get converted into a higher form, thus total usable energy is always decreasing, despite the total amount of energy being the same. 

However, he doesn't knows whether "waste energy" could be converted back into "mana"

What he knows is that it leaves his body and gets dispersed in the environment. 

He was worried that the guy could notice his actions through this, but after sensing a bit in the environment, he realized that there was mana everywhere, and so was "waste energy", but sensing the latter was harder. 

He looked at the new plate of food he had gotten and quickly consumed it fully. 

He looked around the other slaves who were eating food. 

He decided to delay what he was going to do for later and focused on refining his internal control by working on compressing an amount of mana. 

Time passed and luckily for him, he had his cage at the corner and the guy in the cage on the exact other side most of the time, so he lay down on his back such that it was diagonally facing the others', so that nobody could see his front side. 

He first concentrated on the mana in his solar plexus, then moved it to his palm and then released it. 

He could see blue mana dispersing in the air.

'Okay, Let's see whether that guy comes here or not' He decided to test the waters by checking the amount of mana that was going to be outputted and dispersed in the air. 

It was risky, but he felt that it would be not really easy for the guy to always monitor the inside, plus even if he had a way, it would be very hard to determine the source until and unless that guy has an exact pinpointer device or magic.

So, he was gambling on the latter's existence. 

To gain something, you need to risk something too. 

After going back and forth between internally focusing on compressing the mana and, externally releasing it, he realized that the guy either can't notice him releasing mana or is pretending that hasn't noticed yet. 

Either way, the next day, he didn't use mana, in the range of before and after 1 hour of the Guy coming to give them food, and gauged his reaction, which didn't really give him any useful info as the guy was same as ever. 

With that days passed, and he practised compressing mana inside his body in various shapes and even experimenting with mana output, very careful with the latter, as he didn't want to risk it much. 

One day, during the night when everyone was sleeping, He placed his finger near the lock and released mana from his finger which took the shape of a key. 

After one minute, he was able to form the right key. 

He just in case tried that again in the next minute and instantly opened the lock. 

However, He was unsure of whether to escape now or later as in the last few days he had seen when the slaver used to open the door, it was raining heavily, so he didn't really want to escape in such conditions and not having a grasp on the exact location. 

Also, he didn't really have combat power enough to kill the slaver in a sneak attack, so those two things made him close the lock and get back to his training despite knowing that there was a possibility that this carriage could reach its destination the next day. 

With that some more days passed and he noticed that it wasn't raining heavily anymore outside. 

'So, it's finally time to escape... I can't wait to meet all the characters from the cannon' A weird expression could be seen on his face, which after a few seconds disappeared like it never existed. 

'Calm down, those characters are real, so they would have more depth to themselves, they could even be different from the original, plus what's the guarantee that I am not close to cannon timeline, maybe I could in time of hundreds of years after cannon events or could be during the reign of any of the first 26 Wizard Kings.' He decided to rely on his rational side, as that is one of the things he is good at. 

It was the current dead of the night and He quickly opened the lock of the cage and went out. 

'Let's see, should I open all these people's cages too? They could serve as distraction' He mused while looking at around 30+ slaves.

'No, that would take too much time, which I don't have currently, plus I want my escape to be sneaky' With that he went to the door of the carriage

He created a blade of mana with his fingers and cut through the gap between the door, such that on the other side, the lock split into two. 

Just as the door opened, He who was crouching, quickly caught both the pieces of lock before they hit the ground and made some sound. 

'Hehe, I wouldn't be able to have my mana be that sharp just a few days ago, taking my time and training was the right thing to do after all' He internally chuckled while getting out of the carriage, which was static, indicating that the guy is probably sleeping. 

He quickly closed the broken door as much as he could. 

'Okay, now that is out of the way, let's esc-' His thoughts were caught in his brain as he noticed the slaver who was watching him with wide eyes. 

Both of them looked at each other. 

Our main protagonist despite not being a Joestar, subconsciously used their technique. 

He threw the lock pieces to the guy's face while running exactly away from the position. 

'That won't hit, I misjudged my strength' He thought while running in a zig-zag-like pattern. 

Suddenly, he dived sideways and saw a kick hitting the air at the place where he had been standing previously. 

'This guy is fast, Is it mana enhancement or his natural physique or both?' He had thought that mana enhancement should be a technique too, but hadn't really thought of a way to implement it practically.

'My only way to damage him is releasing a mana blade at my maximum mana output and going for his neck or heart while compressing it' 

"How did you escape?" He asked, but instead of the boy running away, he lunged towards him. 

"I am not the only one who escaped alone" The boy suddenly said making him startle and look at the carriage's door looking for any signs of other prisoners escaping. 

Generally, being an experienced mage, he wouldn't have looked away during a battle, however, due to the fact that he was facing a harmless boy who didn't even have a grimoire, and due to the unexpectedness of the situation, he made this rookie mistake. 

His eyes widened as he felt a decent amount of mana released from the boy's finger compressed in the form of a blade going straight for his neck. 

However, Even if he was caught off guard, he still was an experienced person, his instincts kicked in and he rotated his body in an unnatural manner such that the mana blade passed right beside his neck. 

He rotated his body and did an axe kick straight at the boy's gut sending him flying like a cannonball and hitting the trees, breaking those. 

'Fuck, that hurt, Luckily I had anticipated that and had moved my mana in the body to the abdomen right before the kick connected and released it from there, softening the impact or I would have definitely died' He had also the same for his back, so he didn't suffer injuries from crashing in the trees.

The slaver was also surprised that the boy survived as He had thought that there would already be a hole in the boy's gut due to the subconscious attack of his was done on instincts. 

"I would have normally let you live despite trying to escape me, but it seems you are too dangerous for me to let you live" The slaver summoned his grimoire and looked at the boy who was looking at him with fear. 

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