Chapter 58: Holy Crap, I'm Blind!
Tatsuro flung the stabilized "thorn ball" in his hand forcefully. This wasn't a random throw; the surrounding terrain was already imprinted in Tatsuro's mind.
Ahead, at the end of the path, was a small hillside. Even if the "thorn ball" hit it, it wouldn't explode, but it would leave that area of the hillside devastated.
"Shura, take me home. I think it's better if I rest for a bit before going out to buy groceries."
Facing Tatsuro's call, Shura didn't approach but instead howled a complaint, "Woo~ Woof! (Master, you called me a stupid dog!)"
Tatsuro chuckled upon hearing this and said, "How could that be? I only said it for your own good just now, out of necessity. Your dad, my eyes are blind now, aren't you going to take me back?"
With that, he beckoned. In less than a moment, he felt fur in his hand. Fumbling for a bit, he sat on Shura's back and said, "Thanks, Shura, you're the best."
Faced with its master's praise, Shura didn't reply but lifted its head proudly.
Tatsuro felt the joy in Shura's mind and smiled, patting its head.
Perhaps... he was truly experiencing the difficulties of being a parent. For some reason, the thought of going back to see them suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Not going back to his original world, but wanting to see his parents who had already passed away here. Although he hadn't felt much on the day he transmigrated, as time passed, the original owner's memories truly became "his own," and he, too, felt something.
"Forget it. I'll go see Grandma after the exchange event. If my eyes are okay today, I'll go clean their graves. It's been a few months since I last visited, right?"
Just as he finished speaking, Shura beneath him reminded him:
"Woof! (We're home!)"
"Okay, I know."
Tatsuro got off Shura, his left hand fumbling for the doorknob. He then directly opened it and walked in. He usually didn't lock the door when he went out; after all, there was no one to guard against, and his home was destitute – apart from some food in the fridge, there was nothing.
He usually only bolted the door when he was at home, as he preferred the feeling of sleeping naked when alone.
After stepping into the room and bolting the door, Tatsuro took off his blood-soaked clothes and touched the wound on his chest. The blood on it had already coagulated.
This wound was the most severe on his body; that cursed energy blade had gone straight through his chest. However, he was somewhat lucky that it hadn't touched any vital organs. Filling it with cursed energy would suffice.
"Ah~! I'm really lucky to be alive."
The sound of rushing water suddenly rang out. It was the sound of the shower in the bathroom, immediately followed by Shura's bark:
"Woof woof woof! (Master, want to shower together?)"
"Hmph."
With a light snort, a smile touched Tatsuro's lips. He felt for the bathroom door, walked in, and said, "I'm coming."
Although his eyes couldn't see at this moment, Tatsuro wasn't overly panicked or afraid of the darkness, because Shura was by his side. Even if it was a bit foolishly raised, it was still trustworthy.
After a quick rinse, Tatsuro walked out of the bathroom, while Shura was still inside, gleefully playing with the water. He called out to it:
"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 have any hopes for the intelligence of a three-month-old dog."
Tatsuro was speechless. He picked up a towel hanging on the wall to dry his wet hair and randomly grabbed a drink from the fridge. He didn't even know how many different kinds of drinks were in there.
Gojo-sensei had even put a few cans of beer in there, saying they'd drink them at the next get-together.
Pshhh—
He opened the pull-tab can and took a large swig. The moment it hit his mouth, he realized this drink wasn't right. This was the damn beer Gojo-sensei had put there!
"Pfft!"
Tatsuro spat out all the alcohol that had entered his mouth. He didn't like drinking this bitter stuff and didn't drink to drown his sorrows either, because it would mess things up.
He was never confused about his future, so how could he have sorrows to drown?
He placed the beer on the table, randomly grabbed another drink from the fridge, and, based on the remembered position, opened the downloaded songs on his phone, listening quietly.
Waiting for his eyes to recover.
Half an hour passed.
Tatsuro still sat there blankly. The pitifully few songs on his phone had replayed an unknown number of times. Shura also lay quietly on the floor.
He was still waiting. Although he had previously foreseen that overusing his Sharingan next time might lead to blindness, this could also be a chance for evolution.
Risk and reward coexist.
The evolution to the two-tomoe Sharingan might happen right now.
From the moment he closed his eyes until now, the intense pain in his eyes had already turned into a numb sensation. It probably wouldn't be long before the pain completely subsided. Then, he would know his future...
Even if he went blind, he wouldn't resign himself to a downfall. It would only impair his strength. Shura would be his second pair of eyes on the battlefield.
Although it sounded a bit forced, it was the only way to convince himself. After all, the Sharingan was special; he only had one pair. He didn't have any so-called blood brothers for an eye transplant.
As the numb sensation in his eyes completely disappeared, Tatsuro began to try opening them.
His eyes opened smoothly, but the world before him was hazy and lightless.
Even when he waved his right hand in front of his eyes, he couldn't see anything. At this moment, Tatsuro felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. In disbelief, he raised his right hand and continued to wave it in front of his eyes.
Now, he was certain. He was completely blind!
Although it was his first time experiencing this, he could confirm that the blindness was total. Even if he went to a women's bathhouse, he wouldn't have any physiological reaction. He could now go be "sisters" with Maki.
"..."
Tatsuro slowly picked up the phone on the table, opened the contacts, and dialed Gojo-sensei.
At that moment, Gojo Satoru was sitting in the principal's office drinking tea, discussing who would lead the team this time.
Masamichi Yaga looked at Gojo Satoru in his office, picked up the teacup from the table, took a gentle sip, and said, "I won't be going to Kyoto this time. Satoru, you take the students yourself."
"Eh!" Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised. He took out his phone, showing his travel itinerary for the next few days, and said, "I thought you'd be leading the team personally, Principal. I've already booked my flight to Okinawa."
"..."
Masamichi Yaga said in a low tone, "Satoru..."
"Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously. I was just saying it for fun... hahaha." Seeing Yaga getting angry, Gojo Satoru immediately changed the subject, "That old geezer from Kyoto has wanted to get his hands on Yuta for a long time. If I bring him over directly this time, he'll probably be so angry he'll pull out that long-cherished beard of his until he's bald!"
Masamichi Yaga said with a straight face, "As long as we win, it's fine. He's old, he can't handle being too agitated."
But inwardly, his heart bloomed with joy. He had long wanted this old fellow to be angered to death.
"This..." Before Gojo Satoru could speak further, he heard his phone ringing in his pocket. Someone was calling him. He took it out, saw it was Tatsuro, and answered, "Is something wrong, Tatsuro-kun?"
"My eyes are blind..."