[Episode 154134] [Episode 154134]As a result, Akane had been sold off to the Yakuza, of all people. It wasn't exactly legal, but those involved hadn't cared about such things. Rather, the ones selling her had been pleased with the fact that she was going to have a life where she'd 'learn what life was really like', and her new owners had liked the spirit and strength that she'd shown. Not that the latter had simply let her even talk back to her, as they didn't want that 'spunk' directed towards them. But her anger and fighting talent were perfect for what they did want.
Pit fighting was big business for them, and they had all sorts of special matches. Slaves couldn't argue with their masters, and a number of them were useful in fights, either as good fighters, or as something for someone else to beat on. There were the expected regular fights, where two people, whether it was a pair of men, a pair of women, or was mixed, would fight until one was incapable of doing so any more. They even had all sorts of 'special' fights, where they had some sort of 'theme' that dictated how the fights were run. For the girls, that meant that they had fights where they battled wearing lingerie, using S&M equipment, with one fighter becoming a 'prize' to the winner of the betting, in mud, in particular styles like sumo and kickboxing, and so many others that he couldn't think to be either impressed by their imagination, or simply disgusted by their depravity.
From her first fight where it had been two little girls beating upon each other for the amusement of others, Akane had been buried in the muck that had surrounded her life in Noboribetsu. In both the regular fights and the 'special matches', she'd managed to survive, and function in the role that had been forced upon her. They had taken a girl who was sweet, but had a bit of a temper, and had beaten, abused, and manipulated her until she was the warrior that they had wanted. Her body had been honed through constant battles, training, and injuries until it was a lithely muscled fighting machine, that was attractive and dangerous at the same time. Then there was her mind, which had learned its lessons well, and had become so much harder than she had been that he mourned for the innocent that was lost to them now. She was fierce, quick to react, and had a particular sort of code that only someone who had gone through what she had would truly understand.
His daughter was now like an attack dog, brutally loyal to certain individuals, but nasty in a fight. She seemed to have a natural inclination to follow orders, and found little ways to show off her her feelings towards them with little gestures. The bulk of her emotions were held tightly within her, so that no one would really connect with her, which was obviously the result of being forced to come to heel.
Then there was the fact that he'd heard rumors about what happened to attractive female 'competitors' in the arena fights. A lot of the 'trainers' would have full access to the slaves, and didn't care about things like 'feelings'. But they weren't alone in prizing the attributes of the fighters, as it was said that certain, usually wealthy, individuals liked the idea of having such powerful and passionate beauties being totally obedient to them, and enjoyed having those bodies submitted to slaking their lusts. He had never been able to bring himself to ask if she'd ever gone through it, and she never really seemed to want to speak of such matters.
Still, knowing all that she could have gone through because of him having let her be brought left a heavy guilt upon his shoulders. If he'd only been more responsible with his finances, she might not have gone through all that, and would have merely been just having to deal with anger issues. Instead, she'd likely seen too much pain and suffering for someone of her years to have even conceived of. As it was, she was vehemently protective of those she cared about, didn't fight the situation when she thought it would cause more harm than good, and seemed to have low expectations of a lot of things. Even her slave collar seemed to reflect this, as it had metal studs evenly spaced around the side of it.
Looking out at the rain, Soun wondered if at least part of it wasn't Kumiko crying over her youngest daughter's life, while:
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