Soul Eater: Resonance Regression — Heir to the Reaper
Soul Eater Evans died shielding Maka from a fatal blow—and then he woke up.
Thirteen years old. The morning of the entrance ceremony at Death Weapon Meister Academy. Three years before the battle that killed him. Three years before the kishin Asura, before the madness that swallowed his friends, before Maka screamed his name with tears streaming down her face.
He remembers everything. Every battle. Every loss. Every face of everyone he failed to save.
But this second chance comes with a warni
Soul Eater: Resonance Regression — Heir to the Reaper - Black Blood's Rampage — The Lonely Rooftop
Medical bay bed. White ceiling. The smell of antiseptic clings to the back of his nose and won't let go.
Soul Eater opened his eyes.
(Where...)
His body is heavy as lead. The feel of the sheets is strangely distant.
Deep in his chest, something throbs. A pulse.
Black blood.
The curse Arachna poured into his body.
(So it's still going. From yesterday.)
He'd come back from that castle, and Maka nursed him all night. By morning, he'd felt a little better.
But.
He was wrong.
Deep in his core, something black is spreading. Creeping. Hot. Cold. Both at once, eating him from the inside.
"Soul!"
The door burst open. Maka. Her dark beige twin-tails are a mess. Her green eyes are red, like she's been crying.
"Thank goodness... you're awake."
Maka rushes to the bed. Her footsteps echo too loud.
"I kept calling you. But you wouldn't wake up at all."
Her voice is shaking.
"...Sorry for worrying you."
Soul tried to sit up.
That instant.
Something black tears through his chest — a spike of agony.
"Ghh—!"
Soul clutches his chest and doubles over. The sheets wrinkle where his fingers dig in.
"Soul!? What's wrong!?"
Maka grabs his shoulder in a panic. Her palm is trembling.
"I'm fine... just a little pain."
Soul forced a smile. The corner of his mouth twitches.
"Don't worry. I'm good."
"...Liar."
Maka murmured, barely audible.
"When you lie, Soul, you touch your left ear."
Soul realized his left hand was already touching his left ear. His fingertip rests on the lobe.
"...I'm not touching it."
"You were."
Maka's eyes are serious.
"Hey, Soul. That black blood... is it really okay?"
Her voice drops.
"Last night, I watched your soul the whole time. ...That's not a normal wavelength. It's like something black is clinging to your soul."
Soul's chest tightens.
(She really does see right through me.)
(That's exactly why I can't tell her.)
(The black blood tormented my future self too.)
(But right now, not yet.)
"I'm telling you, I'm fine."
Soul looked Maka straight in the eyes and said it. His eyelid twitches, just slightly.
"I can control it. You don't need to worry about a thing."
Maka stared at his face for a while.
But eventually, she gave a small nod.
"...Okay. But don't push yourself. Can we skip class today?"
"No. I'm going."
Soul stood up from the bed. His legs wobble. The floor feels like sponge beneath him — unreliable.
"See, you're pushing yourself after all."
Maka tried to support his arm. Her fingers catch his sleeve.
"I'm fine."
Soul gently removed her hand. His fingers peel away from hers, one by one.
(I can't make you worry any more than this.)
(I've got to get it together.)
(Changing the future — that's my job.)
The two of them left the medical bay. The hallway was bright with morning light. The linoleum floor reflected white.
But inside Soul's heart, a dark shadow was creeping wider.
They reached the classroom. He sat in his usual seat. The chair's backrest is cold against him.
Class began. The instructor's voice sounds far away. The words on the blackboard blur. The chalk sounds like it's ringing underwater.
(Huh...)
(Something's wrong.)
(My body's hot.)
Deep in his chest, the black blood pulses. Throb, throb. His fingertips go numb. He nearly drops his pencil.
His vision warps. The letters on the board bleed and melt.
"Soul?"
Maka, in the seat beside him, looks over with worry.
"Are you okay? You're completely pale."
"...I'm fine."
Soul answered. But his voice won't come out right. Air catches in the back of his throat.
(Bad.)
(This is bad.)
(The black blood is trying to break loose.)
(If I lose control here—)
(Maka, everyone — they'll be in danger.)
Soul desperately tried to hold the black blood down. He grits his back teeth. His nails dig into his palm.
But.
It was no use.
Something black surges up from the depths of his body. The veins across his whole body rise to the surface. Turning black. Under his skin, like snakes writhing.
"A... aah...!"
Soul collapsed onto the desk. The cold surface presses against his cheek.
"Soul!? Soul!!"
Maka's scream sounds distant. A chair topples. Textbooks scatter across the floor.
"What's wrong!?"
"I don't know! He just collapsed suddenly—!"
"Get him to the medical bay! Someone, lend a hand!"
The students around them murmur. Footsteps overlap, many of them.
"U... ah..."
Soul muttered like a man in a fever. His mouth fills with the taste of iron.
"Arachna... you..."
The moment she heard that name.
Maka's face went pale.
"Soul...!"
Maka gripped his hand hard. Hard enough to grind bone.
"Stay with me! I'm here! I'll save you — I swear I will!"
But Soul's consciousness was already far away. Maka's voice fades like dust.
A black room.
Pitch dark. Nothing visible. But hot. Black flames burn everywhere. Smoke scorches the depths of his lungs.
(This is... the Black Room.)
(My mental space.)
(The place the black blood has taken over.)
Soul was surrounded by black flames. The fire burns his skin. He can hear his own skin shriveling.
"AAAAAH!!"
It hurts. It's hot. His body is melting. The feeling in his toes disappears. His knees buckle.
(No.)
(I don't want to die.)
(I still have things I have to do.)
(I have to protect Maka.)
(I have to protect everyone.)
(I have to change the future.)
But the black flames burn him relentlessly.
"Someone..."
His voice cracks. His throat stings.
"Someone... help me..."
Then.
From far away, he heard a voice.
"Soul!!"
It's Maka's voice.
"Soul, can you hear me!? It's me! Maka!"
Her voice comes from beyond the black flames.
"Maka..."
Soul reached toward the voice. His fingertips graze the flames. Burnt nails peel away.
But the black flames block his path.
"Damn it..."
"Soul! Can you hear my voice!? Please, come back!"
Maka's voice is shaking. She's crying.
"I'm going to touch your soul! I'll send my soul's wavelength! Please, take it!"
The next instant.
A single ray of light pierced the black room. Warm light. Maka's soul wavelength.
"Maka...!"
Soul reached toward the light.
But.
The black flames repelled it.
"Kyaa!"
Maka's scream rings out. The light wavers.
"Maka!? Maka, are you okay!?"
"I-I'm okay... but something black is rejecting my wavelength..."
Her voice sounds pained. Her breathing is shallow.
"Please, Soul... listen to my voice..."
"I hear you! I hear you, Maka!"
Soul shouted. His throat feels like it's tearing.
"But my body won't move! The black flames are burning me!"
"I'll put them out for you! I will, I swear!"
Maka's voice grows stronger.
"I won't give up! I'll do it as many times as it takes! Until my wavelength reaches your soul!"
Light poured in again. Stronger than before.
But the black flames repelled it again.
"Kuh—!"
"Maka, that's enough! Don't push yourself!"
"No! I will never give up! I won't leave you alone!"
Maka's scream echoes through the black room.
"I'm here, aren't I! I'm your partner, aren't I! Don't carry it all by yourself!"
Those words pierce Soul's chest.
(Maka...)
(I couldn't tell you anything.)
(But you've always been watching over me.)
(I want to protect you.)
(And instead, you're the one protecting me.)
"Maka..."
Tears spilled from Soul's eyes. They run down his cheeks. Hot. A different heat from the flames.
"I... I..."
"Soul! Can you hear me!? Please, come back! Listen to my voice!"
Maka's light poured in a third time.
The black flames blocked it.
But.
This time, the light didn't vanish. Black flames and light grind against each other. The air trembles.
"UAAAAAH!!"
Soul screamed inside the black flames.
(Don't lose.)
(Don't lose, me.)
(Maka is calling.)
(Maka is trying to save me.)
(I can't lose here.)
Soul reached into the black flames. Hot. Painful. He doesn't care. The skin of his fingers peels.
"Maka...!"
Soul shouted toward the light.
"I'm here! I'm still alive!"
That instant.
The black flames burst apart.
Light wrapped around Soul. Warm. Maka's soul wavelength.
"Soul...!"
Maka's voice is right beside him.
"Thank goodness... thank goodness..."
Maka is crying. He hears her sniffling.
"Maka..."
Soul opened his eyes.
The classroom ceiling. One fluorescent light is half-dead. It flickers. Blink, blink.
"Soul!"
Maka threw herself onto him. Her hair brushes his cheek. The smell of sweat and tears.
"Thank goodness... really, thank goodness..."
Maka's body is trembling.
"Maka... you..."
Soul looked around.
The classroom is wrecked. Desks overturned. Chairs smashed to pieces. Splinters of wood scattered across the floor. The window glass is shattered. Shards scatter the light. A huge crack runs through the wall. Plaster dust piles white on the floor.
"This... I did this?"
"Yeah... you suddenly went wild..."
Maka said, her voice thick with tears.
"I tried so hard to stop you... but your strength was incredible..."
Soul looked at his own hands. Black veins are still raised. They undulate across the back of his hand like snakes.
(I did this...)
(I hurt Maka...)
"Maka... your arm..."
Soul looked at Maka's arm.
On her right arm, a red mark like a burn remains. Two blisters, side by side.
"This... I did this?"
"It's fine! I just fell, that's all!"
Maka hurriedly hid her arm. She tugs down her sleeve.
"No, really! I just bumped into something myself—"
"Don't lie."
Soul grabbed Maka's arm. His fingertips touch her skin.
"I did this, didn't I. My black blood hurt you."
"...It's not like that. I got close on my own..."
Maka looked down.
"I tried to touch your soul... but something black knocked me back... and that's when my arm..."
Soul's chest ached fiercely.
(I hurt Maka.)
(My black blood hurt Maka.)
(I accepted the black blood to protect Maka.)
(And instead, I'm hurting her.)
"...Sorry."
Soul murmured quietly.
"Don't apologize! It's not your fault! It's Arachna's fault! That witch put that thing inside you!"
Maka gripped his hand hard.
"I will save you, no matter what. We'll deal with the black blood together. So don't carry it alone."
Maka's green eyes stare at him seriously. The rims are red.
"...Yeah."
That was all Soul said. Words jam in the back of his throat and won't come out.
(But I can't say it.)
(The black blood — not to anyone, not yet.)
(The memories of the future.)
(Anamnesis.)
(I have to carry all of it alone.)
After that, the two of them left the classroom. Class was canceled. Students they passed in the hallway all glanced at Soul's face, then looked away.
Soul told the instructor he was feeling unwell and headed for the training grounds.
"Are you really okay?"
Maka asked worriedly. She keeps glancing at him as they walk.
"Yeah. Moving my body helps clear my head."
"...Okay. But don't push yourself, got it?"
They reached the training grounds. A wide dirt field. No one else there. The packed earth is hard underfoot.
"Give me a little time alone."
Soul said to Maka.
"...Okay. But I'll be right back."
Maka moved to the corner of the grounds. She sat down on a bench.
Soul stood in the center of the field.
(Black blood...)
(Can I control this?)
(My future self turned the black blood into power.)
(But right now, I can't.)
(It'll go berserk, like before.)
(It'll hurt Maka.)
(I don't want that.)
Soul stared at his hands. The black veins are still faintly raised.
(What should I do?)
(How do I control the black blood?)
No answer comes. The wind kicks up dust.
Then.
"Yo! Soul Eater!"
A loud voice rang across the training grounds.
He turned. Black Star stood there. Blue-black short hair. A star mark on his head. A confident grin. Beside him was Tsubaki Nakatsukasa — a gentle-looking girl with long black hair in a ponytail.
"Black Star..."
"Heard you went wild in class earlier! I got the whole story!"
Black Star strode toward him. His footsteps on the dirt are loud.
"Your soul's weird, man. Something seriously black is swirling around in th
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