I am Tomoya Fujiwara. You've wondered how I became a legend. Why am I blind? This is my story.
It started long before I was born.
The prophecy. My mother was told that she would give birth to the one who would save the world when darkness descended. She was told that I, her son, would be the light in a world consumed by shadows. But when I was born, the first thing the doctor said was, "The child is blind."
My mother cried, her tears falling like rain, and my father—despite his sadness—held her tightly. They had been told that I was destined for greatness, yet all they saw was the fragile life of a blind child. They didn't know how to feel, but they promised each other that they would love me no matter what.
They gave me the name Tomoya Fujiwara.
But fate is cruel.
On the seventh day of my life, my world shattered.
That day, my parents were assassinated. A secret they should never have known led to their deaths. They had died protecting a knowledge that was never meant to be discovered. Before my father took his last breath, he entrusted me with a necklace, a family heirloom passed down from father to son for generations. He gave it to my father's loyal servant, Himari, with one final command: Take me and flee before the assassins arrive.
Himari, though shaken by the events, followed my father's last wish. She managed to escape with me, my life spared—but only for a time.
As the years passed, Himari became my caretaker, and she raised me in the shadows of my parents' legacy. Though I was too young to understand the full extent of the tragedy, as I grew older, she shared the painful truth with me.
"Your parents died to protect a secret," Himari had told me. "A secret that could have destroyed them. They died with honor, knowing they were protecting you."
But even the safety Himari provided was fleeting.
At the age of 7, Himari fell ill, and I was once again left alone in a world that had already taken everything from me. No parents, no guardians—just a cold, unforgiving world.
I didn't know how to survive, but I had no choice. My mother's final words echoed in my mind, even though I couldn't fully understand them at the time. She had always spoken of a destiny far greater than my blindness, and I understood, even as a child, that I was meant for something more.
I had to survive. For her. For my father. For the legacy they left behind.
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