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*reminder - ✿ means change of POV*



The waves suck you in and you drown

If like, you should sink down beneath

I'll swim down, would you?

You?

“Tie this over your eyes,” a deep voice instructed, handing [name] a simple white blindfold. She grasped onto it, feeling the material as she hummed. This wouldn't be easy at all, but if it would help her get stronger, she'd do it a thousand times over and over, till it was perfect. She yearned to be perfect, at least in something. 

Himejima Gyomei was a kindhearted man. Called the strongest, despite his disability was surely only another great feat of his. His towering figure was indeed intimidating, but anyone who would take one more look at his face could tell just how much consideration he held inside his heart. It wasn't hard to guess at all, since the first time [name] met him, he was crying rivers.

He was empathetic about her difficulties with speeding up her movements, which was to be expected from someone like him. He agreed to help her without any hesitations. There was no need for acquiring any persuasion skills she might have lacked, since he gave in without a second thought.

“People say when a person's eyesight is restricted, their other senses become sharper. Use this to your advantage. I know you're able to move much quicker, your body is capable enough to do that, but your eyes are slowing you down. Rely on your other senses, just as I do myself,” he explained, taking a few steps back to create a larger space between them. Once he was far enough, he spoke again.

“Your task will be to locate me as I run around you and touch my shoulder,” he said.

“That's all?” She replied, unimpressed, as she tapped her foot on the ground. “That seems too easy.”

“Oh, child.. I'm quite fast, so I suppose it won't be that easy. Namu Amida Butsu.” 

[Name] nodded, shuffling around, only seeing pure white, which was really strange. Her eyes have never been restricted like this, if she didn't count the night's darkness consuming her everyday. She reached her hand out, like a fool, only to grasp pure air. She didn't even know what she was expecting. 

She sighed.

“Shall we start?”

She nodded, getting into position and pricking up her ears. If relying on her other senses was as easy as she initially thought, then she must've been a moron. It was in no way an undemanding accomplishment! She should've bitten her tongue, not spout out foolish words. 

“Are you having trouble?” He asked after a while, noticing her quietness as she tried to maximize her hearing and smell, only to trip on a rock when she moved to where she presumed her teacher was standing. She fell down, albeit lightly, but it was embarrassing nonetheless. Standing up and dusting her training yukata, she frowned. The blindfold was still in place, greatly reminding her of her failure. 

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