Blindfolded Gojo Novels & Stories

I understood the importance of strength, but facing a seasoned warrior in my current state felt like facing a bear with a butter knife. A hulking figure emerged from the shadows at the other end of the hall. Razor-sharp fangs glinted in the half-light, and a low growl rumbled from his throat. My untrained nose picked up the scent of countless battles, of blood and victory. This wasn't a training exercise; it was a slaughter waiting to happen. "This is Gregor," Nana announced, gesturing towards the growling beast. "He'll be your sparring partner." "Sparring partner?" I choked out, the word a foreign concept in the face of Gregor's menacing presence.