Two weeks after the incident, Mohit was discharged from Squad 4's hospital. Though physically recovered, his return to the academy was far from warm.
As he walked through the academy gates, the air around him felt colder than before. Whispers followed his every step, even though he couldn't see the faces anymore—he could feel them. Cold stares. Confusion. Fear. Pity.
He took a step too far and stumbled slightly.
Before he could fall, Arthur caught his arm.
> "Careful," Arthur muttered, trying to keep it casual.
Mohit gave a small smile. "Thanks. Guess I'm still not used to walking in darkness… Looks like I'll be relying on you more now."
Arthur narrowed his eyes, clicked his tongue, and gave Mohit a light punch on the head.
> "Tch—don't say crap like that. Makes it sound like I'm your lover or something."
Mohit chuckled. "Right, right. My bad.".
Adapting to Darkness
Three months passed. In that time, Mohit changed. He has adopted the way of living in dark but it's still hard for him to train one night on mohit 's request arthur took him to the same training ground where mohit took his eyes as they both were standing there in silence arthur said do you regret your decision you know iam always there afre long silence mohit spoke I will when the time is right just then mohit and arthur sensed a spritual pressure but due to lake of eyesight mohit was not able to recognise the presence so he asked arthur he replied it's sakazuki sensei said boy are you regretting your choice now regret is by product of choice we made mohit said hmm well you speak deep words for your age
> "You might've lost your eyes," Sakazuki had told him, "but a warrior doesn't rely on just one sense If you want to grow strong I can show you the path but mark my words kid this training is not easy this training will focus on your mind so do you want to do it kid Mohit said yes I will do it no matter what's the path I will follow next day sakazuki trained mohti in spritual awareness after 5 session sakazuki said now I have shown you the path now it's up to you q
He spent long hours meditating, feeling the flow of energy around him. The wind. The footfalls of others. The distant pull of reiryoku. Slowly, his world of darkness took on shape and meaning.
Strength Rebuilt
By the start of the final term of the third year, Mohit had returned to his sword training.
His style—once based on precision—had now become something else. More fluid, more instinctive. Each swing was guided by sound, pressure, and spiritual awareness.
He also rebuilt his stamina, working out with Arthur and a few others at sunset every day. Pushups, weighted swings, balance drills—all to recover what he'd lost.
And it worked
Ranking Return
At the end of year three, the new class rankings were posted.
Among a crowd of curious students, one name caught their eyes.
Rank 10 – Mohit
Shinji blinked at the board. "Huh… the blind guy made top 10."
Arthur smirked. "Of course he did."The fourth year at the academy began, but unlike the struggle of the third year, this one brought with it a sense of rhythm.
For Mohit, the mornings still began early—before sunrise—but his routine had evolved. Now, four full hours were devoted to spiritual awareness training, where each breath, step, and sound became part of his new way of seeing the world.
Sakazuki-sensei had taken a special interest in Mohit's growth. No longer just a teacher—he became a personal mentor. Every morning, Sakazuki pushed Mohit further, helping him hone the ability to anticipate, sense, and respond without the need for sight.
> "Sight is a crutch most lean on too heavily," Sakazuki would say. "You've learned to walk without it—now you must learn to fight without hesitation."
The Morning Brotherhood
Mohit's resolve inspired others.
Arthur, Shinji, Love, and Rose—his closest companions—began joining him during morning training. What started as silent support turned into something more. They trained together, exchanged techniques, and challenged each other.
The sessions grew louder. Sharper. Filled with laughter, grunts, and encouragement.
Mohit, despite the darkness in his eyes, was slowly becoming the heart of their group.