Otherwordly Guidance ~ My Students’ Path to Success and Fall to Yandere - Chapter 3 - First apprentice, the blind swordsman part 2

Inside the warmth of the dojo, the gentle aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air, creating a sense of calm. I poured the amber liquid into two cups, pushing one towards the boy.

“First, let me ask, what’s your name?” 

“It’s… it’s Hikari.”

He hesitated momentarily, his fingers brushing the teacup’s rim. 

Hikari, eh? 

“I admire your courage, standing up to those boys despite your circumstances.”

“Thanks..but you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew this time. Those lads come from influential families.”

“I see.”

With a dismissive wave, I responded.

“Well, no matter. In my past life, I’ve dealt with their kind more times than I care to remember. Trust me, they aren’t the first and won’t be the last. Certainly, more times than I can count on one hand.”

The air seemed to lighten with my words, and I hoped Hikari felt more at ease. After all, we had a long journey ahead.

“Ease up, Hikari; if those brats return, they’ll have me to deal with.”

“You say that because you’ve never seen what they can do.”

“Admittedly, no. But spill it – what’s the tale behind the blind kid with a blade?”

“Why the sudden curiosity?”

“Blind swordsmen aren’t exactly common around here.”

“You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve been reminded of that.”

His words carried the weight of a hundred untold stories. A cloud seemed to drift across his face.

“I’m not poking fun, I’m genuinely intrigued. But if I’m going to be your Master, I need a glimpse of your past.”

“So, you think being blind makes my swordplay a joke? I owe you, but I won’t let you mock me.”

“No mocking here, promise. Come on.”

I gestured for him to follow.

We ventured into the serene garden, its ambiance perfect for our purpose.

“There’s a style, Hikari. ‘Mōmoku Ken’ – the Sightless Blade. It’s not about seeing with the eyes, but feeling with the heart.”

I began a demonstration, smoothly moving and sensing imaginary opponents, letting Hikari experience the dance of ‘Mōmoku Ken.’

“Still think I’m mocking?”

“When’s our first lesson?”

“First light tomorrow.”