I'm Really Not Blind

The bustling street, filled with people coming and going, presented a bizarre scene.

A young man stood transfixed in front of a barbecue stall at a street corner. Passersby, however, cast sympathetic glances his way.

This was because the young man was blind!

At least, that's what everyone who walked by thought.

His pupils, unlike those of ordinary people with their beautiful colors, were pure white and flawless, covered by a layer of dead, gray stillness.

At first glance, it looked as if he had no eyeballs at all.

He was indeed blind!

The young man silently gazed at the scattered coins at his feet.

"Sigh, I'm really not blind..."

He was just standing here for a moment, waiting for the barbecue stall to finish grilling his skewers!

The uncles, aunties, and elders buying groceries had already thrown many coins at him.

The total value of the coins wasn't high, but there were quite a lot of them. They had thrown all the spare change they had from their grocery shopping at his feet.

What could I do?

I was helpless too!

Should I jump up and punch the passersby who were showing me kindness?

The young man silently picked up the coins from the ground one by one.

He had money.

Or rather, he didn't have many things to spend money on. At most, he would occasionally come into town to buy some favorite snacks.

"Morito, your barbecue skewers!"

The owner of the barbecue stall poked his head out with a bag, just in time to see the young man picking up money. This wasn't the first time he had seen this scene.

He smiled and teased, "Earned quite a lot this time, huh!"

The young man glanced at him speechlessly, paid with a blank expression, took the bag, and turned to leave.

My name is Ōtsutsuki Morito.

I am not blind.

I am not begging for food either.

I am simply too gentle to refuse people's kindness.

The Grand Line, Marine Headquarters.

Marine Headquarters is an organization directly under the World Government in the pirate world, maintaining public order on the world's oceans in the name of absolute justice.

The common saying is that Marine Headquarters is one of the three major powers of the Grand Line.

In reality, this is not true; Marine Headquarters is the strongest overlord on this vast blue sea!

Bar none!

Marine Headquarters is located on an island called Marineford.

The island is not just a single military fortress; behind it lies a large complex of buildings, forming a sizable town.

Most of the residents in the town are families of Marines.

In addition, there is another important place on the island: the Naval Academy, which cultivates and trains future naval talent!

The vast majority of strong individuals in the Navy have graduated from the Naval Academy.

The Naval Academy is the most sacred place in the Four Seas, and even in the first half of the Grand Line. Every young man and woman who harbors justice dreams of entering the Naval Academy.

However, it seems not everyone thinks this way.

Beneath the imposing and solemn main gate of the Naval Academy, a young man held a bag emitting the aroma of roasted meat in one hand and a greasy barbecue skewer in the other.

He knocked on the door, or rather, he kicked it open.

BANG BANG BANG!!

The thick, muffled sound immediately attracted the attention of the gatekeepers.

A Marine inside the guardhouse quickly walked to the iron gate. Upon seeing that it was Morito standing outside, his face showed a look of "just as expected."

This lazy good-for-nothing again!

"Where have you been? Do you know what time it is? How long has the Training Camp training started?"

The gatekeeping Marine, with a dark expression, unleashed a barrage of three questions.

Morito raised the barbecue skewer in his hand, then looked up at the sun in the sky, and finally his gaze fell on the Marine's face. He nodded.

Raising the barbecue skewer in his hand was to tell the Marine that he had gone to buy food.

Looking up at the sun in the sky was to confirm the time, and nodding at the Marine meant he knew the time.

The Marine's eye twitched, almost exploding with anger at Morito's attitude.

Just as he was about to curse him out, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

In an instant, the words at the tip of his tongue were forcefully swallowed back.

The Marine opened the iron gate and let Morito in. Watching Morito's retreating back, his eyes were filled with contempt.

"The Qingxun Camp's final exam is coming up soon. If he fails this time, even if he was brought here by Vice Admiral Garp, he'll have to get out of the Naval Academy!"

"Don't bother with him, trash like this will be kicked out of the Naval Academy sooner or later!"

"That's right, the Naval Academy isn't a place to house scum!"

The other two Marines in the guardhouse also noticed the movement at the iron gate and chimed in with mockery.

They didn't deliberately lower their voices, as if intentionally speaking for Morito to hear, instead deliberately raising the volume of their voices.

Not only Morito, but even the trainees practicing in the plaza heard them.

"This guy, snuck out again?"

The young men and women diligently sweating through their youth heard the sarcastic remarks and only then noticed a figure lazily walking towards the large iron gate.

The Naval Academy had a closed management system, with all trainees living in dormitories and only allowed to go out during holidays.

Clearly, neither yesterday nor today were holidays.

"So many people are racking their brains to get into the Naval Academy, so many wealthy merchants and nobles want to pay to send their children to the Qingxun Camp but can't even get in. What is that guy's head filled with, tofu dregs?"

"Does he even understand what kind of place this is?"

The Naval Academy was divided into two parts.

One was the Qingxun Camp, which had an age limit, with entry generally before the age of eighteen.

Most of the Qingxun Camp trainees were young men and women with Marine backgrounds, and a small portion were talented orphans brought back by Marine generals.

Morito belonged to the latter.

"I heard Mr. Garp brought him back. If it weren't for Mr. Garp, he would have been kicked out of the academy long ago."

"Truly a guy who doesn't know how good he has it."

"This kind of trash is truly disgusting."

Sneaking out of the academy from time to time, often not adhering to class times.

This was practically a blasphemy against the sacred Naval Academy!

Why should they, who worked themselves to the bone every day, still be doing physical training on the ground?

Why could that guy stand aside like a lord, holding a skewer of roasted meat and watching them like monkeys?

Why, after putting in so much effort to enter the Qingxun Camp, could they be kicked out for the slightest lack of qualification?

Why could that guy loaf around all day, always coming in last on every test, yet still remain safely in the Qingxun Camp?

For a moment, the anger in everyone's chest ignited.

Angry gazes turned into sharp swords, piercing Morito one by one, trying to leave him riddled with holes.

Not sure who started it, a low roar, suppressing their anger, suddenly erupted.

"Get out! Get out of the Naval Academy! You blind idiot!"

"Don't embarrass yourself here!"

"People like this don't deserve to be here!!"

Unlike the residents in town who had rarely seen Morito.

The trainees in the Naval Academy's Qingxun Camp saw Morito every day, so they naturally knew he only looked like he was blind, but wasn't actually blind.

Everyone guessed that perhaps Morito's eyesight wasn't good, but he should be able to see.

They called him blind just to mock him intentionally.

In the plaza, a tall figure who had already completed his physical training walked out. He stood in front of Morito, casting a large shadow like a small mountain.

The people in the Pirate World, who knew what they ate to grow up.

Anyone under two meters was considered crippled, while those between three and ten meters were considered normal height, and those between seven and ten meters were only slightly taller than average.

"If your eyesight is bad, just live your life as a commoner. If you had any self-awareness, you should leave voluntarily."

"Staying here will only bring you humiliation!"

Morito tilted his head to look at the other person, the future Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral—Onigumo.

A hawk-like Vice Admiral who upheld absolute justice and was a staunch supporter of Akainu.

Onigumo could not tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes; rats like Morito in the Naval Academy should have disappeared long ago.

The protagonist's name is taken from [Mò Shàng Rén Rú Yù], his surname comes from Hokage, and the Tenseigan comes from Hokage.

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