Narrator p.o.v

Mai took out her revolver as she infused it with cursed energy. Making it visible to (y/n). She aimed it at him and shot once, (y/n) moved his hand in front of his head and caught the rubber ball.

Mechamaru: "Impressive."

(y/n): "Ow, ow, ow."

He let go of the rubber ball and started shaking his hand in pain. The way he caught the ball was the same as getting shot in the palm of his hand.

Mai: This'll be easier than I thought

She shot twice, alerting (y/n), this time dodged instead of catching. She shot three times now, but ended with the same result, much to Mai's annoyance.

(y/n) then reached his hands onto each side of his hip and seemed to pull something from them, but it was just him making finger guns, aiming them at Mai, which was attempting to reload her revolver.

(y/n):

(y/n) "shot" each hand individually, releasing cursed energy that hit Mai like a strong wind, the first one was enough to make her stagger and the second one made her go flying, dropping her rubber pullets everywhere.

Mai: "Tch"

She quickly got on her feet and ran to (y/n), using her revolver to hit him, but he would dodge or move her arm if it got close enough. She was furious, seeing that a "blind" guy was making a fool of her made her blood boil.

As (y/n) dodged, he opened his hand and with his palm hit the air in front of Mai's stomach, sending Cursed energy that sent her flying again.

Mai was feeling humiliated, and as she saw (y/n) quickly approaching her, she imbued more cursed energy into her revolver, making a real bullet and shot to (y/n).

He barely dodged it, but the bullet cut a side of his bandages and his skin, letting some blood come out.

Miwa: "C-careful!"

Aoi: "Oi, Mai, you can't use that technique in training."

Mai: "Tch."

The downside about Mai's technique to create something from nothing is that it uses almost all of her cursed energy, leaving her tired, and by consequence, having lost the duel with (y/n), which then aimed his finger gun at her.

Mechamaru: "The winner seems to be (y/n)."

(y/n): "Yahoo! It was a good fight, Zen'in-san. You almost got me... especially at the end..."

Mai: "Don't try to act humble... And just call me Mai."

(y/n) "sure"

Aoi: "Hey' (y/n), you have sparked my interest. I would also like to spar with you too."

(y/n): "Okay!"

Mai walked back to where the rest were as Aoi stood by (y/n), ready to fight, wanting to test his strength by himself. He ripped off his shirt, exposing his muscles and getting into his fight stance.

Mai: Why does he always do that?

Aoi: "Let us begin!"

(y/n): "Alright!"

They both ran at each other, but Aoi's great speed surprised (y/n), failing to miss a punch to his gut, lifting him a few centimeters.

(y/n): "Guh"

He was then thrown some meters away. He quickly stood up as Aoi rushed at him again.

(y/n):

He tried to attack by sending a wave of cursed energy, but it was useless since Aoi had a barrier of his cursed energy surrounding him.

Aoi then struck again, reinforcing his punches with cursed energy for making devastating blows.

(y/n) could only dodge, using his cursed energy to make a small barrier to reduce the force of the incoming attacks.

With a backflip (y/n) leap off on Aoi's chest, using cursed energy to impulse him making some distance between them. But immediately ran at him, using his flexibility along with various strange martial arts to take Aoi down.

He took Aoi down multiple times, but he would still get up no matter what, so he changed his strategy from pinning to attack until taking him down

This went on for a few seconds until an extensive amount of cursed energy was focused on (y/n)'s hand, and with a swipe, it sent Aoi flying.

Aoi: "impressive!"

Aoi rushed once again, but this time (y/n) was prepared, before he could reach him, (y/n) sent a right hook to the air, but Aoi still felt it, even with protecting his cursed energy, it was still pretty strong.

(y/n) then sent many punches and Aoi could only block. Despite that, some of them hit, until a red liquid made its way through the bandages on his eyes, dripping to the ground. He felt the strain in his eyes and the punches stopped. Letting Aoi advance, and with two punches he took down (y/n), leaving him lying on the ground.

Mechamaru: "Aoi's the winner"

Aoi: "I haven't had a fight like this for some time. Let's do it again sometime"

(y/n): "Yeah."

The rest walked up to them. No one else wanted to fight.

Miwa: "Oh, (y/n)-san, your eyes, you're bleeding!"

(y/n): "It's nothing. I'll survive"

Miwa: "Let's get that checked out."

(y/n): "Really, it's nothing... I'll go change them."

He stood up and walked to his room to get another bandage to put on, but on his way, he looked at a certain person who was watching from the shadows, the principal, Yoshinobu.

He ignored him and continued walking. Reaching his room after a few minutes, he removed his bandages, letting some blood drop on the floor. He watched his eyes on a mirror, seeing the kanji was slightly glowing.

He put on new ones and walked back, but he ended up not joining the rest for training but sat there watching them. Continuously rubbing his eyes, it went noticed by

Utahime which was just passing by. Confused why he wasn't with the others, and why his bandages seemed different, plus the constant eye rubbing.

Utahime: "Is something wrong, (y/n)-san? Why aren't you training with the others?"

(y/n): "Oh, Utahime-sensei. It's nothing."

Utahime: "Really? You have been rubbing your eyes for some time now, and did you change your bandages?"

(y/n): "Oh, they were dirty, so I had to. I had them on for some days., plus they got cut."

Utahime: "right... But what's with the eye rubbing?"

(y/n): "Well, since the bandages were dirty, some dirt got in my eye, and I can't get rid of it."

Utahime: "Want help with that?"

(y/n): "No, it's fine"

Utahime: "We can't have a student injured with the Goodwill event coming, come with me."

He grabbed him by the wrist and took him to the infirmary. In reality, she was just curious about his eyes and why he was rubbing them so much. The students could only watch how her sensei took (y/n).

(y/n): "U-Utahime-sensei, really it's nothing!"

He tried his best for her to stop but it was no use; she wasn't planning to stop until she knew what hid behind those bandages/eyelids. The curiosity had been tormenting her for the past days, and knowing that he'll probably do won't do anything to hurt her, she went on with her plan. Plus, Satoru was also there, in fact, he was the one who incited Utahime to go on with the plan.

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Upon reaching the infirmary, Utahime surprisingly managed to take (y/n) into the room after him grabbing onto every possible structure, including a window that ended up breaking and cutting his finger, adding another excuse for her to take him there.

Utahime: "take off your bandages."

(y/n): "No thank you."

Utahime: "I can't help you if you have them on."

(y/n): "Don't worry, my eyes are strong! T-they'll take it"

Utahime: "Everyone needs some help."

(y/n): "N-n-no"

Utahime: "Why do you hide them."

(y/n): "Hide what?".

Utahime: "Your eyes."

(y/n): "What eyes?"

Utahime: "Just take them off!"

(y/n): "Want to talk about other things? How about the impact on Japan of the Meiji Restoration? I have some memories of it!"

Utahime: "(y/n)-san that was 150 years ago"

(y/n): "O-oh... sure time flies by, doesn't it?"

Utahime was about to respond until the smell of something burning caught her attention. A small fire had started nearby, and she had to take care of it urgently since most of the school is made of wood.

The fire was occasioned by (y/n) himself, every time he held onto a structure and would get pulled off of it, he would scrape the wood with the tip of his fingers, leaving some cursed energy on them, later being used to ignite a fire.

After Utahime had left the room, (y/n) tightly secured his bandages, almost stopping the blood flow, and left, hiding for the rest of the day and making a mental note to keep Utahime far from his bandages, carrying one or two extra with him just in case he needed them.

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The next day, the students kept training, individually and in pairs, but this time, Aoi wasn't present, since he said he had something "important" to do. A meet and greet with his favorite idol, Nobuko Takada.

(y/n) was currently sitting down, in the same spot where he was yesterday, watching the others train.

Mechamaru: "You won't train?"

(y/n): "Hm? I don't think so."

Mai stopped her training and looked at (y/n).

Mai: "Why don't you spar with Miwa over there?"

Miwa: "Eh?! N-no-"

(y/n): "Sure!"

He stood up and walked to her; she stood there while holding her wooden sword.

Miwa: "...So...Uhm... W-what do you want to do? I'm not sure about s-sparring with you"

(y/n): "Don't worry! We won't if you don't want to, Miwa-sama."

Miwa: "Thanks... Would you perhaps like to train kendo?"

(y/n): "Sure."

Miwa: "Right, I'll grab you another sword."

She walked to where they kept the training equipment and grabbed another sword for (y/n); she was still wondering how she's going to teach him about kendo since she hadn't ever taught someone.

Walking back, she spotted (y/n) looking up in the sky, almost like a statue.

Miwa: "(y/n), here."

She threw the sword for (y/n) to catch, but she had forgotten about something important. It ended up hitting his head.

(y/n): "Ow"

Miwa: "Sorry!"

The Kyoto students were all laying on the grass under a tree. Except for Mechamaru which was just standing there.

Mai: "There's... nothing to eat"

Momo: "Can't we just order something?"

Mechamaru: "No delivery can't reach this place."

Momo: "Ugh"

(y/n): "I can cook!"

Miwa: "Are you sure?"

Mai: "How'll you be able to cook if you don't see what you're cooking"

(y/n): "It won't be a problem"

Mai: "Fine then, the kitchen's yours"

(y/n): "Alright!"

He stood up and began walking to the cafeteria, thinking about a proper plate to cook for the rest.

When he reached the kitchen, he opened the cabinets and grabbed some ingredients from each one. With his fingers, he moved the bandages, making a brief gap for him to see, but closed it right away when he grabbed a pot and turned on the stove.

He began mixing the ingredients at a fast pace, looking like a real professional, but the truth was that (y/n) didn't even know what he was doing, he was just mixing random things, like an onion with salt or an apple with flour.

After mixing and leaving the kitchen the dirtiest it has ever been, he put it on the pot and then on the stove, waiting for it to cook for who knows how long, leaving a disgusting smell of burnt food.

Luckily, the others went to check on him since he was taking too long and noticed him sitting on a chair while the kitchen was lit on fire.

From that day (y/n) was permanently banned from the kitchen.