I don't think I have the strength to even stand on my hind limbs. I wasn't able to breathe properly for some time now.

This Ralph guy bumped both of his fists with each other, as he proceeded in my direction just a couple of steps away.

"You are dead-" he murmured.

But before he could get any more near me I suddenly punched in my gut and all of a sudden.

*BLAAARGGHH*

Suddenly, I started vomiting out all the freebie food that I had chowed down. The dusty dry old floor now was splattered with my nasty half-digested lunch.

I bent on to the floor and vomited like a mad man. I wouldn't have overeaten if I had known that I would be beaten up this badly.

As I was still in the middle of vomiting lunch, I noticed that there was blood mixed within it.

Along with the vomiting, I coughed and vomited simultaneously as if my guts were about to come out of my mouth.

Tears started to roll down from my eyes and nose. I was in a very pitiable sight then I was ever before. I couldn't let Armin and Rose see the pathetic sight that I was in.

The Ralph guy backed out to avoid getting stained by my vomit,

"Hahaha! You acted all cocky! But now look at you. Crying, puking and shitting yourself, this is pathetic."

I couldn't look at his face, as I was still busy vomiting and coughing like a mad man. But I can hear him clearly as he mocked me. I could also hear the laughter from the background that came from the bitch and his boyband. I can clearly hear that bitch's female giggling between all the guys. I guess that bitch was enjoying my sorry state.

What a bunch of assholes!

Almost a minute had already passed and almost I threw up almost everything. My throat was in pain as well by all the loud coughing. Even after the coughing, I felt like vomiting but all that left my mouth was saliva. I guess, finally every bit of morsel left in my stomach had been discarded along with some blood mixed in it.

My face was a mess, tears coming from eyes and snot leaking from my nose. It was a disgusting sight even though I couldn't see it myself but I could clearly tell that at least.

Ralph and the others were still busy enjoying this sight that their laugh almost echoed throughout the alleyway.

I glanced at those bastards who were enjoying my plight.

One of the guy from the boyband beside the bitch mumbled out loud,

"Look at that moron! How disgusting."

"Haha! That's what you get for picking a fight with us"

"..."

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves except for the blonde guy. For some reason, there were no words by the Blondie pretty face guy. I don't know if it was sympathy or he was just feeling disgusted by me.

"Ew, that's so gross," said the bitch as she glanced at me as she covered her mouth.

"I am having second thoughts!" Ralph said out loud "Now you're so disgusting that I don't wanna sully my hands while using my enchantment gear over a lousy piece of shit like you! Hahaha!".

The coughing and vomiting had stopped by now.

I was still able to move my right arm slightly, so the first thing I raised my head and wiped clean my face with the sleeve of the shirt.

All my vomiting had created a small puddle of undigested tavern meal in the middle of the road, which I am not very proud of.

It seemed some of my vomit had stained my shirt and pants as well. Damn it, I would need to wash this up later. Even tho I had just bought these new clothes for my first day as a rookie, not too long ago.

Curse these elite shits!

I took a deep breath and paid no heed to all their loud laughter. This type of mocking scene brought back old memories that I had to face in my early days.

After taking some deep breaths. I got up and stood on my legs.

I somehow had recovered a bit to get myself up.

Ralph stopped laughing but he still had a wide smirk on his face.

"Thanks for waiting" I replied "And sorry for making you see me in this pathetic sight. But I feel a lot better, now that I got all the excess food and the internal wound blood out of my system."

"Huh?" replied Ralph in confusion.

I received a powerful kick in my belly while my stomach was filled up to the brim. With that powerful kick, the food inside had turned upside down plus I also received internal injuries which resulted in blockage of the breathing tract. With a lack of breathing room, I couldn't muster any energy at all and felt even more pain. So I purposely had to punch and drag out all the food out from my stomach which was a nasty but effective way to solve my breathing problem.

After I fixed my breathing tract, I felt as if I was reborn as a new person but that didn't make my stomach and broken arm any less painful.

The current odds were totally against me-

My left arm was out of commission. I could still move my right arm but there is still a pain in that arm whenever I tried to move it. Also, the internal organs had sustained wounds and the internal bleeding will cause more problems. Not to mention but the brand new clothes that I bought from my savings were now soiled. With an injured man like myself going against the 5 elite soldiers who were equipped with god knows how much-enchanted gears.

But still, I had this my gut feeling that I could take them on for some reason. These noble brats don't know the harsh suffering of life that I had faced. Being in high society, they resorted to bully the weak as a means of killing boredom. These bastards were handed down such enchanted gears thanks to their family inheritance otherwise they were nothing but trash. Despite having such powerful armaments at their disposal and all they cared about was bullying a weakling like myself.

What a bunch of scumbags!

I raised my only functioning arm and clenched my fist, taking my fighting posture.

Ralph still had that wide smirk on his face,

"You really think you can take me down?" he asked, "You? A piece of vomit-shit?"

I didn't respond and just stared back at him while I maintained my neutral fighting stance.

If you ever hand out weapons to a bunch of monkeys, they won't suddenly become warriors. They still remain monkeys despite whatever weapon he/she is given.

If the wielder of the weapon was a moron then the weapon was as good as a blunt side of a sword.

"You know." I said to Ralph with a smile but with an aggressive tone, "Today, I got to eat free lunch as much as you can chow down. That means I ate like a horse after a very long time. But now, all that free food lies down on here on this street, my lunch was equivalent for a week's ration!"

Enough, I have acted all goofy and friendly for too long. Now it was high time!

I could feel my narrowed eyebrows and my pent up exhaustion leaking from my expression,

"Alright, how about this?" I asked, "I am ready to put everything behind if you just pay for the dry cleaning fees for my brand new clothes, my broken arm's and some ribs medical expenses! I can turn a blind eye for all the food you made me throw up. So what do you say? It's a great deal, right?"

I maintained the friendly customer smile that I learned from a restaurant where I worked as a waiter.

"Ha! Pay for you? Go eat back that puke of yours. Did you even puke out your brains or what? You little shit, Haha!." replied Ralph.

Now that statement actually did sting me a bit.

I let out a big sigh,

"Well, I hope you won't regret your decision."