[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

"...Kerry, look at this!"

This, where is this?

With a dazed expression on his face, Chris looked up following the sound, and saw his mother smiling and waving at him holding a camera.

"Stand still, mom will take a picture for you."

"it is good."

His mind was in chaos, he just followed the instructions and stood up straight.

"Crack!"

"Okay, okay, let's take a look at your picture."

He walked over to his mother in a daze and took the photo. When he took a closer look, his pupils shrank sharply, and his back felt chills.

Because there is... nothing on it!

"Do you know why you can't see it?"

The mother on the side suddenly turned into another person, with white hair and purple eyes, who seemed inexplicably familiar but couldn't remember.

He sneered, and whispered in Chris's ear, "Because you're already blind."

—You are already blind.

— Blind.

--what.

"Ahhh!"

Chris yelled and sat up suddenly, only to realize that he seemed to be in a dream.He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why is it so dark in the room?"

He reached for the bedside table with one hand, and slowly got off the bed and stepped on the cold floor, muttering to himself, "Strange, where is the light? Why is there no light at all?"

"Squeak-"

He heard the sound of the door being opened, heard the sound and cast his gaze over, but saw nothing.

"Chris!"

"... Hayato?"

He hesitantly called out, hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, his eyes were still hazy.

"Turn on the light, I will..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly couldn't continue.How is it possible that there will be no light when the door is opened?Besides, no matter how dark the room was, according to his eyesight, he wouldn't be able to see everything.

so--

A bunch of complicated images flashed through his mind, Chris had a splitting headache, hugged his head and knelt on the ground, gasping for air.

Suddenly, his movements froze.

Chris let go of his hand and touched the eye socket very slowly.In the next second, he flicked his fingers away as if he had been burned.

He was silent for a while, then spoke with difficulty.

"Where are my... eyes."

"They have tried their best to heal your broken nerves. There is no serious physical problem, but the eyes...the eyes still need a while."

Hayato's voice was getting lower and lower. For him, it was tantamount to a death sentence.

"Your body is too repulsive to accept any eye transplants, not even prosthetics. They are still in the research, don't worry, sure..."

"Feel sorry."

Chris interrupted his eager explanation and said blankly: "Can you go out first, please? I want to be alone for a while."

Hayato moved his lips, but gave up dejectedly.

"……it is good."

He heard the door open again, then slowly closed. With a "click", another world was closed.

Chris leaned against the foot of the bed, curled up in a ball, so quiet that he wanted to blend in with the darkness.

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"How is he doing?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi crossed his hands on the long table, and the coffee on the side was still steaming.

"……not too good."

Hayato Jiuji lowered his head, his eyes were gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly. "Judaime, I want to go to Miru Fiore."

"Don't act recklessly." Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at his angry eyes and said calmly: "You can't compete with him at all with your strength."

"But!"

Seeing that he couldn't help but refute, Hayato Gujiji hesitated for a while and agreed in discouragement.

"I'll go and see him with you."

Sawada Tsunayoshi got up and put on the coat that was draped over the chair. The camel-colored windbreaker reflected his gentle temperament, and his eyes were calm and firm, like the most tolerant sky.

When they passed by, they saw that Chris had already left the door, and he stumbled and fumbled to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Hayato Gouji stepped forward to support him, but he was slapped open with one hand.

"Leave me alone."

Chris's eye sockets were deeply sunken, which was quite terrifying.His face was pale and haggard, he bit his chapped lip, and continued to move forward without saying a word.

Although his body is already beyond the average person, he has just recovered from a serious illness and has no strength, and his blind eyes are no different.Before he could take a few steps, he tripped over the raised threshold and fell hard to the ground.Chris snorted, his thin body swayed, and he insisted on standing up again.

There are many switches for entering and exiting the base, and it happens that there are several thresholds connected to this place.Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he stumbled again when he stepped out.

Before he could react, he fell to the ground with another thud.

Once, twice, three times...

Chris's face became paler, his body was crumbling, his palms and knee joints were broken, and blood stained the ground.

He supported his body with his hands and took a few quick breaths before gradually regaining some strength.The next second, he staggered up against the wall again, but the wound on his body that hadn't fully healed was torn and cracked, and the blood halo on the hospital gown slowly oozes.

"enough!"

Hayato couldn't stand watching anymore, he roared angrily, and grabbed Chris's arm with a livid face.

"Don't make trouble anymore! Where do you want to go now?!"

"You...don't worry about me..."

He tried his best to pull out his arm, but there was no strength, and he retorted weakly: "I'm going to find that bastard..."

"Prison Temple Lord, let him go."

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had been watching quietly all this time, suddenly spoke, and Hayato was at a loss for what he said unexpectedly.

"Judaimu?"

He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, walked up to Chris, and looked at his distressed appearance.

"If you want to go, I won't stop you, just don't forget to bring this."

With that said, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket with one hand and handed it to Chris, closing his fingers. "You go."

"This this……"

Although he couldn't see it, the familiar touch instantly made him understand what he was holding.Chris held the pocket watch tightly with his trembling hands and pressed it to his chest as if he had found a treasure, his voice almost choked.

He suddenly remembered the last words his mother left him many years ago.The gentle and firm tone seemed to be still in my ears.

— Kerry, live on.

"……Feel sorry."

He seemed to have lost the motivation to support him all the time, his legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately he was supported by the prison temple Hayato quickly.

"I was fooling around."

Sawada Tsunayoshi relaxed his expression at this time, and said softly: "It's not your fault. The most important thing now is to heal your injuries. If you have anything to do, wait until your body recovers."

Chris lowered his head, and the face under the black hair had returned to calm.

"it is good."

"Mr. Prison Temple, help him to his room."

"and many more!"

He suddenly made a sound, raised his head and said in the direction of Sawada Tsunayoshi, "Judaime, I... I have a request."

"You said."

"Please, don't disclose my news to Balian just yet."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was slightly stunned, staring at him quietly with brown eyes for a while, and agreed to the request.

Hearing the footsteps gradually receding, Chris could no longer hold on, his complexion became paler and haggard, and even his voice was almost inaudible.

"Hayato, I...how did I get here?"

Seeing how ugly he was but still trying to endure the discomfort, Hayato couldn't help sighing.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, I will tell you everything."