After entering his room and locking the door, Natsu Hiraku took off his blood-soaked clothes and touched the wound on his chest. The blood there had already clotted.
This was the most serious wound on his body. That cursed energy blade had pierced straight through his chest, but luckily, it had not hit any vital organs. He could patch it up with cursed energy.
"Ah~! I really am hard to kill."
The sound of running water suddenly rang out—the shower in the bathroom. Shura immediately barked:
"Woof woof woof! (Master, do you want to bathe together?)"
"Hmph."
With a soft snort, Natsu Hiraku smiled, touched the bathroom door, and walked in. "I'm coming."
Although he could not see at the moment, Natsu Hiraku was not overly flustered or afraid of the darkness, because Shura was by his side. He might have raised him a little stupid, but he was still trustworthy.
After a quick rinse, Natsu Hiraku walked out of the bathroom while Shura remained inside, splashing around to his heart's content. He called out to him:
"Shura, wait until you've shaken the water off your fur before coming out. I don't want to mop the floor."
"Woof woof woof! (So cool, hehehe.)"
"..."
"Forget it. I shouldn't expect much from a three-month-old dog's intelligence."
Speechless, Natsu Hiraku picked up the towel hanging on the wall and wiped his dripping hair. Then he casually grabbed a drink from the refrigerator. There were so many kinds of beverages inside that even he did not know how many there were.
Teacher Gojo had even put several cans of beer in there, saying they could drink them at the next gathering.
"Pssh—"
He cracked open a can and took a huge gulp. The moment it entered his mouth, he realized something was wrong. This was the alcohol Teacher Gojo had put in there!
"Ptooey!"
Natsu Hiraku spat out all the beer in his mouth. He did not like that bitter crap, nor was he the type to drink away his sorrows. It would only get in the way.
He had never been confused about the future, so why would he need to drown his worries?
He set the beer on the table, casually took another drink from the fridge, tapped open a song he had downloaded on his phone based on its position in his memory, and quietly listened.
Waiting for his eyes to recover.
Half an hour passed.
Natsu Hiraku was still sitting there blankly. The pitifully few songs on his phone had looped an unknown number of times, and Shura was quietly lying on the floor.
He was still waiting. Although he had foreseen that overusing the Sharingan again might blind him, perhaps this was also an opportunity for evolution.
Risk and reward coexisted.
Perhaps the evolution to the Two-Tomoe would happen right now.
From the moment he had closed his eyes until now, the intense pain in them had turned into a numb, tingling sensation. It probably would not be long before the pain disappeared completely. Then he would know his future...
Even if he went blind, he would not resign himself to ruin. It would only diminish his strength somewhat. Shura would become his second pair of eyes on the battlefield.
It sounded a little forced, but that was the only way he could convince himself. After all, the Sharingan was special. He only had one pair, and he did not have any biological brothers to awaken their eyes and perform a transplant.
As the tingling sensation in his eyes completely faded, Natsu Hiraku began trying to open them.
His eyes opened smoothly, but the world before him was hazy and devoid of light.
Even when he raised his right hand and waved it in front of his face, he could see nothing. At that moment, Natsu Hiraku felt as if he had been struck by lightning from a clear sky. In disbelief, he raised his hand and waved it before his eyes again.
Only then did he confirm it—he was completely blind!
Although it was his first time experiencing it, he was certain he was blind as blind could be. Even if he went to a women's bathhouse, he would not have a physical reaction. He could go be sisters with Maki now.
"..."
Natsu Hiraku slowly picked up the phone on the table, opened his contacts, and called Teacher Gojo.
At that moment, Gojo Satoru was sitting in the principal's office drinking tea and discussing who would lead the team this time.
Looking at Gojo Satoru in the office, Yaga Masamichi picked up his teacup, took a light sip, and said, "I won't be going to Kyoto this time. Satoru, you take the students yourself."
"Huh!"
Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised. He took out his phone and displayed his business trip itinerary for the next few days. "I thought the principal would lead the team personally. I've already booked my ticket to Okinawa."
"..."
Yaga Masamichi said in a low voice, "Satoru..."
"Just kidding, just kidding. Don't take it seriously. I was only joking... hahaha."
Seeing Yaga get angry, Gojo Satoru immediately changed the subject. "That old fossil in Kyoto has wanted to lay hands on Yuta for ages. If I bring him over myself this time, he'll probably get so mad he'll tear out that beard he's spent so long growing!"
Yaga Masamichi said with a serious expression, "Winning is enough. He's old and can't take too much anger."
Yet inwardly, he was laughing with delight. He had long wanted that old bastard to be angered to death.
"This..."
Before Gojo Satoru could continue, the phone in his pocket began ringing. Someone was calling him. He took it out, saw that it was Natsu Hiraku, and answered, "What is it, Hiraku-kun?"
"My eyes are blind..."
Gojo Satoru: ???
Yaga Masamichi: ???
Natsu Hiraku's voice came calmly through the phone. "It seems I played my eyes blind. Teacher Gojo, do you know how to treat this?"
"Uh... wait there. I'll come over right now."
The moment Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he stood up and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the window.
"Satoru, don't go out through the windo—"
Before Yaga Masamichi could finish the word "window," the glass shattered with a crash, scattering across the floor as Gojo Satoru vanished.
"..."
"The window repair bill is coming out of your salary."
Natsu Hiraku was currently feeling around for his clothes. Honestly, being blind gave him a strange sense of belonging, as though he had returned to the night he had first transmigrated.
Back then, he had groped around alone in fear. Now, he found it interesting.
Perhaps it was because he was inside Jujutsu High. Natsu Hiraku did not feel that anything was wrong as he contacted Shura in his mind.
"Shura, get up and help me check which side of these clothes is the front."
"Whine~ (Coming.)"
Shura opened his eyes and looked at his master fumbling with his clothes, complaining inwardly, You're even ordering a dog around for this?
With Shura's simple guidance, Natsu Hiraku put on his clothes, opened the locked door, and stood at the entrance waiting for Gojo Satoru to arrive.
Shura lay beside him. Other than following commands, wherever his master went, he went too.
Natsu Hiraku stood silently in place, seemingly lost in thought. He imagined living as a blind man in the future, opening a restaurant for the blind or something. There was no other reason—he simply felt that a blind person cooking would be absurd and wanted to try it.
Blind massages and blind bone-setting were too weak. He would go straight to blind stir-frying.
After thinking for a long time, he did not know how much time had passed before a woman's voice came from the corridor, sounding as if she were complaining.
"Satoru, what are you in such a hurry for? I haven't even finished dissecting my corpse."
"Don't rush, don't rush. I have a better patient here. If he can't be saved, you can dissect him."
"..."
The patient Teacher Gojo was talking about should be me...
Natsu Hiraku felt speechless. He did not want to think that way, but there did not seem to be anyone else.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The footsteps drew closer. The sound of high heels striking the floor was especially crisp. Natsu Hiraku turned his head, and before he could speak, he smelled the smoke in the air. Frowning, he reminded her, "Smoking is bad for your health."
"Oh my, that's interesting."
The woman smiled and said nothing more, efficiently stubbing out the cigarette in her hand. Looking at Gojo Satoru beside her, she teased, "Your student is quite interesting."
"Isn't he?"
Gojo Satoru walked up to Natsu Hiraku, held up four fingers, and asked, "How many is this?"
"Two. If that's wrong, then three."
Natsu Hiraku complained, "My eyes really are blind. What would I gain from lying to you, Teacher Gojo?"
"Yep, yep, correct. Looks like your eyes are fine. Let's go. Shoko, sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing." Gojo Satoru smiled in congratulations.
"..."
"You can't mess with your student like that!"
As soon as Natsu Hiraku shouted, Shoko Ieiri smiled and said, "All right, all right. Stand still and let me take a look."
Shura was lying nearby. Although he did not know this woman poking at his master's eyeballs, it should be fine. After all, his master had not given an attack command.
"Your eyes aren't blind."
After examining him, Shoko Ieiri said, "Your nerves are slightly damaged and recovering on their own. They should be fine in half a day or a day at most. It's nothing serious."
"They aren't blind? Really?"
Learning that his eyes were not blind, Natsu Hiraku became excited. Going by feel, he grabbed Shoko Ieiri's hand and asked again, "Can you check one more time?"
"No. Checking again would give the same result. I have other things to do."
Shoko Ieiri refused outright. She had a corpse that she had not finished dissecting before Satoru dragged her here. Besides, this patient only had a minor problem and did not need Reverse Cursed Technique at all. Her examination could not possibly be wrong.
Seeing this, Natsu Hiraku did not press the matter. As long as he had heard that he was not blind, that was enough. He should trust the doctor Teacher Gojo had brought in. If he were a doctor, he would think the same way.
"Okay, thank you."
"It's nothing, just a small matter. If you really want to thank me, bring me something tasty next time. I'm Shoko Ieiri, the physician at Jujutsu High."
After saying that, Shoko Ieiri left directly.
"Shoko Ieiri..."
Natsu Hiraku muttered inwardly. For some reason, hearing that name felt familiar, but he could not remember who she was for the moment. It seemed he could only wait until his eyes recovered and go confirm it later.
Gojo Satoru patted Natsu Hiraku on the shoulder and said, "All right, since your eyes are fine, get some rest. I'll go tell Maki and the others that you can't make dinner tonight."
"Mm, sorry for the trouble, Teacher Gojo. I really can't make anything tasty in this condition."
"It's fine. Rest well. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Feeling Teacher Gojo leave, Natsu Hiraku stretched and relaxed inwardly. Ah, I thought I had really gone blind. What a scare.
Then he crouched down and felt around until he found Shura's head. Rubbing it hard a few times, he said, "Bring me my sunglasses in your mouth, and your leash too. I'll take you out to play."
"Woof! (Go out to play?)"
Hearing that they were going out to play, Shura immediately got up, pushed open the door, and happily ran inside. His tongue hung out as his excited brain shouted, Play! Going out to play! No training, going out to play!
He picked up the dog leash hanging on the wall and put it on himself, jumped onto the bed to gently pick up the sunglasses, then excitedly ran back outside.
For a dog only three months old, Shura's mind had only been instilled by Natsu Hiraku with how to fight and how to obey orders. He did not know what being blind meant. He only knew that his master needed him right now, and that... his master was going to take him out to play.
For example, delicious food could make him happy for half a day. No training could make him happy for a whole day. But Natsu Hiraku taking him out to play could make him happy for at least two or three days.
"Woof! (Done!)"
"Mm, let's go. We're going out to play."
Natsu Hiraku put the sunglasses from Shura's mouth onto the bridge of his nose and fastened the leash around Shura's neck. Shura had grown too large now. Normally, when buying groceries, he would avoid crowded places and simply have Shura wait somewhere with few people.
Going into the city might cause unnecessary trouble, but it did not matter today. He was bored out of his mind anyway. Let trouble come if it wanted to—he could use it to kill time.
He took the sunglasses from Shura's mouth and put them on the bridge of his nose, fastened the leash around his neck, climbed onto his back while holding the lead, and patted his shoulder.
"Let's go. Today, your old man will personally teach you how to pick up girls!"
"Woof!"
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