F-Rank Soul Eater-Chapter 47: A Prepared fight

Chapter 47: A Prepared fight
Soren paused.
Both the shock of the act and the sheer audacity of it made him frown in
absolute
disgust.
What kind of a sick idiot digs his hand into another person’s food?
Revulsion crawled up his spine as his eyes followed the offending hand upward, meeting the gaze of the intruder.
It was the same man as before. He had an unmistakable cocky smirk.
An infuriating one.
"See? I told you. Easy Target." The feminine voice came again.
Close. But no doubt far away.
Soren subconsciously looked around. He could see it on their faces.
This was all just some kind of test to them—to see if he was someone they could push around.
Even the guards watched the injustice and just smirked.
No one cared about his age or his wounded appearance.
Simply a dog-eat-dog world.
The huge prisoner grinned wider. "Thanks for the carrot." He leaned closer. "It seems you forgot something. Don’t worry, I got your back. Let me add some gravy."
And just like before, he drew an aggressive spit that no doubt came from the depth of his mucus-filled throat.
—Spit.
A thick, green glob splashed directly into Soren’s meal.
—Soren’s eye twitched.
The man turned away, laughing as he rejoined his friends—including the smaller prisoner who’d arrived with Soren earlier.
"I’m going to make you swallow your teeth." Soren whispered.
The huge man paused.
"What’s that you said to me, whitey?" He turned back, stepping close, leaning in.
Rookie mistake.
The plate of food came flying fast.
Right for the man’s face—
But hidden behind it was the sweet, vengeful punch, breaking through the back of the wooden plate and smashing into the man’s nose.
Crack.
It was audible enough for the entire cafeteria to hear.
The man staggered two steps back but held himself from more.
Two drops fell to the ground.
He touched his nose.
Blood.
~Silence
While that got the crowd interested.
Soren was stunned
The reason was that he had put most of his strength in that punch. Even with a wounded body, he was still enhanced by his Shade.
While it was not as aggressive as the one that dug a massive hole through Ivory’s chest, it was still a good one, but this guy had only taken two steps back?
"You, little fucking shit." He snarled.
He lunged for Soren.
The punch came low—then rose
And then, it descended like the arrival of a meteor.
Soren literally saw the punch expand before his eyes, tearing through the space between them.
Hell no!
He twisted aside just in time.
DUM...
The impact was absorbed by the specially reinforced floor.
But hot air
sizzled
from it. Soren could literally feel the heat kiss his skin.
The edge of the man’s fist was bright red from the raw force of that punch.
Death—
There was absolutely no doubt in Soren’s mind that if he was hit by that punch, he was going to die.
While he had died many times before, there was a problem now.
If he died here, with his connection to Chronovore temporarily cut off, would he start the day from the beginning again?
No. He won’t.
Deep down, he knew it.
For the first time since bonding with a soul, the desire to be careful embraced his senses.
Instantly, he leaped back, creating enough distance between himself and his opponent.
"Urhh," he winced. His side hurt—wounds from his battle with Ivory.
With the way the guards kept watch, someone should have said something by now.
But when he looked up, he lost all hope.
Why?
It was as if, anonymously, all the guards had decided to leave the room.
Soren saw the last one leave into the toilet area, a smirk on his face. It was the guard that had been mean to him when he arrived.
"Well then," a voice rang out cheerfully, "looks like we’ve got ourselves a bout."
A short woman vaulted onto a table.
That voice.
It was the same one that whispered into his ears earlier, prompting him to stand up for himself.
Only, this time around, she did not hide—light purple skin. Orange hair cascading like flames.Her jumpsuit hung loose at her slim waist, revealing a toned stomach and a tight bra top beneath.
She was pretty in a way that was young, wild, and reckless.
Soren was immediately drawn to her. Firstly because of the obvious skin color, but most importantly because of her next words.
"We only have two minutes, guys. Who bets a pack of cigarettes on the whitey?"
"Me!" A man responded.
"Me too!"
"I bet two packs on sausage neck... No, make that 4 packs."
"I bet a gold tooth on Sausage Neck."
"I bet two bras."
The entire cafeteria began throwing in their bets. Shouts came from different parts as people offered something, anything considered of worth in this hellhole.
"Hold on, calm down, I’ll attend to you. I’ll attend to all of you." She gave a wild grin as she took down the bet details.
Why does it feel like I have been tricked into a fight?
She winked Soren’s way, and that confirmed it.
Soren felt used.
Oh, it made him very pissed, but he could not worry about that now.
His opponent, Sausage Neck, had risen.
Looking at his
thick
neck, Soren understood the reason for the name.
But he could not help but wonder if it was a nickname or something the man’s parents gave him.
Regardless, Sausage Neck stood, wiping the remaining blood from his nose. He cracked his fingers.
"You know, I always wanted to crush a whitey. Your kind let my village die."
Soren raised a brow at this. "Dude, I’m not even a knight yet, just a cadet."
"You whities are all the same to me."
"But I—"
Sausage Neck had already closed the distance.
He was fast. Too fast for that size.
Even worse, Soren felt, by instinct alone, the man had no openings he could take advantage of in the fight.
This was scary knowledge.
Soren sharply moved, using the clap hand-to-hand technique to block, since attacking was out the window.
However, his injuries acted up again, and he could not block the attack at the right angle.
Ironically, this might have been the only reason he was still alive after this attack...
(Author’s Note: Would you still fight if you were Soren, knowing it was a trap?)