Soren bent over to pick the clothes that had been delivered to his doorstep when he saw it.
Pencil.
Three cadets stood before him. They kept pushing, and chuckling to themselves.
"How can you be A–rank and still be such a coward? Maybe that's why you are still a clown."
"Just look at him. The only thing he knows how to do is eat. Like an apple."
"Wait. His name is Pencil, right? From now on, I'll call you apple. Cause you are round... and I hate apples."
"Leave... leave me alone. I didn't do anything wrong."
"Leave you alone? We are just playing ping pong with you, Apple."
One of them shoved too hard and Pencil fell on the ground.
Soren moved.
"Hey, Ass wipes, leave him alone."
These cadets wore black tunic.
But the moment they saw Soren, they stopped.
A different look in their gaze.
Soren only resumed yesterday, but he already had reputation for himself.
They ran off.
Soren hurried to him. "Pencil, you okay?" He helped him to his feet.
