Gojo Without Blindfold Novels & Stories

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

I opened the back door and took out another package, took out the blindfold, closed the door and went back to her. Jasmine was still in the exact same place as where I left her, so I stood behind her and put the blindfold on her. It was the kind that fitted over the entire face. I had to adjust the metal a little, but I soon realized that Jasmine wasn't able to see anything anymore.

I wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m blind, dear. I can’t see whatever it is you are trying to hide, and heavens be damned if you think I will let you out of my sight for a split second. If you have every intention to take a shower, you better get to it right now,” I replied, and Vesta sighed in defeat.

The shock on my face must be visible because Joseph chuckles beside me. "It's more like a Gokaku-geiko. Well it also has elements of Waza and Kakari-geiko. They break and bend the laws on Kendo in this dojo," he says chuckling softly,"Don't underestimate Atlas Winters, Mr. Fairchild." "I never do, Just Joseph." We laugh and shortly ad Asano finally joins us. "Gentlemen." In unison, we stand and bow. "Sensei." "Sakamoto-Kun, I believe you're going to thoroughly enjoy what you're about to see."

Then added with a weird hesitation in his voice, “Please… you can come see— I mean, feel her.” My skin crawled. I felt sick. The word “feel” made something inside me twist. My hands strained behind my back. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even see. I kept shaking my head, as if the blindfold would come off if I just tried hard enough. But it didn’t. I saw nothing. Only black. And then I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Heavy. And with them came another sound.

“Can you see how many fingers I'm holding?“ The referee asked. “No“ “Then let the tie breaker match begin!“ “Unbelievable, folks. For the first time in the history of Kaden University competition, we have a representative that is willing to fight blindfolded“ Abel, the commentator announced. “Never in a million years did I think I'd ever see a day like this come. Did you, Peter?“ “Me neither, Abel“ Peter replies. “Wow, this would definitely be a match we'd remember for a long time. Looks like it's about to start. Let's go back to the ring“ Back in the ring, I relied on my sense. From my sense of smell to my hearing since my eyes were blindfolded. “Tie breaker match. Fight!“ The referee annou

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

I admit. His fingers tighten around mine. "I'm sorry," he says. His voice is husky. "I just... need to feel you right now." I don't know what to say to that, so I don't say anything. I just hold his hand a little tighter as we reach the bottom of the stairs and turn towards the main kitchen. .... The host stands in front of us with his usual dramatic flair. "Welcome to the Blind Trust Challenge," he announces. "Today, one of you will be blindfolded while the other gives instructions. You may only use your voice... but touching is allowed for safety and guidance."

The arrogant boy who walked around alone without help because he could feel things instead of seeing them. "I'm blind but I still know the way. How can you get lost, Sophia?" He'd ask whenever I told him the trees all looked the same "Then close your eyes and feel. The direction of the wind, the sound of birds and insects, the sound the leaves beneath your feet make. It's not that hard. Just do it" he would grab me and cover my eyes with his hand. I used to love the way he did that so effortlessly. The way he reached for me as if he could see. My young and naive mind told me it was because we were connected. He didn't have to see me to know I was there. How foolish.