"Which one of you blind—"
The bullying was forced to a halt. The boys, who were about to hurl insults at the intruder, felt their hearts leap into their throats the moment they recognized him.
The tall German leading the group froze for a second before plastering on a fake smile. "Oh, it's just Gojo-kun. It's nothing, really. This punching bag is great; she doesn't fight back no matter how much you hit her, and she won't tell the instructor. Do you want a turn..."
The next moment, his face was met with a colossal impact that nearly twisted his features out of shape.
Thump!
The force was so overwhelming that he was sent flying directly backward.
A dull thud echoed through the air as he staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood. But Satoru Gojo gave him no time to breathe. Another hammer-like heavy punch followed, causing a surge of suffocating pain.
He couldn't fathom how those fair, small, and slightly baby-fat fists could exert such an exaggerated level of power. Before he could even react—or even see his opponent's movements—his nose was nearly flattened, and crimson blood soaked the ground.
Then came a heavy kick aimed specifically at a certain sensitive area.
"AAAAAAGH—!! It hurts!!"
He let out a soul-shattering scream, collapsing to his knees while clutching his groin.
"Please... let me go... I'll never..."
His accomplice shouted loudly, "You... you hit him so hard, aren't you afraid of being punished!?"
Gojo looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.
"You think you're qualified to threaten me?"
The others turned to run, but within moments, they were all groaning on the ground. Almost every bone in their bodies was fractured, and they were unable to move—especially their lower bodies, which had completely lost all sensation.
"Monster... go to hell, AAAAAAH!!"
Gojo flashed a pleasant smile and said, "It was an eyesore seeing trash in heat, so I helped with a sterilization surgery. You should be grateful."
He noticed one seemed to have escaped. But he didn't care; someone would deal with it.
"Hey~ still alive?" Gojo looked toward the thin, weak girl who had been bullied and asked gently.
Kasumi Shimizu had slowly crawled up. She stared at him blankly, blood dripping from her chin onto her clothes.
Everyone knew Satoru Gojo, and she was no exception. When she first saw him, she had been awestruck by his god-like appearance. Especially those eyes—they were so unique she didn't dare look at them directly.
Even though he was younger than her and also from Japan, he and Kurosawa Jin were the strongest here, while she was just a useless piece of trash at the bottom being trampled. Because of this, she had never dared to greet him—not because she was afraid like the others, but because she felt inferior.
No wonder he is so beautiful, she thought. He isn't 'like' a god; is he truly the incarnation of one?
"Thank you... for saving me, God..." Kasumi Shimizu couldn't stop herself from weeping, her delicate features a mess of snot and tears.
"What?" Gojo froze for a second, then said as if it were a hassle, "Alright, don't call me a god. I just didn't like the look of those guys and taught them a lesson while passing by."
"Stop crying, the wounds will get infected, idiot."
"God... no, Gojo-sama. Can you tell me... how exactly am I supposed to live? Why do people... live at all?"
He couldn't get through to her. She seemed to truly view Gojo as a deity. Like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, she asked her desperate question.
"Name?"
"Ah? Ka-Kasumi Shimizu..."
Eh? Looking closely, this kid looked a bit like Kasumi Miwa. Even the names were similar; it felt quite familiar. Is she Miwa's doppelganger?
Wait, wait, no way. How many Jujutsu characters are going to be crammed into this Conan set?
"Why do I have to be a big brother counselor?" Gojo sighed. "Living is simple. Just find any reason for yourself, like getting stronger or something."
"But, for someone like me..."
"If you must have a goal, I'll give you one. Hmm... how about trying to reach even a fraction of my strength?"
"...Eh."
The battered girl sat in a daze, unsure if she had truly processed it.
"That's a goal you'll have to spend your whole life chasing."
Gojo pulled a tube of ointment from the system mall and tossed it into her lap.
"If you don't want to be bullied anymore, then become strong, Kasumi Shimizu."
With that, he walked away humming a tune, leaving her staring at his retreating back. As he left, he used the unconscious bullies as footstools, deliberately stepping on them a few times.
Pfft... More blood sprayed. Fun.
As Gojo walked toward the exit, he saw a familiar head of pale gold hair, just as expected. Kurosawa Jin was holding a half-dead guy by the collar—one of the bullies who had tried to run.
He had witnessed the whole scene. As Gojo approached, Jin said, "I didn't realize you had a hobby for meddling in other people's business, Gojo."
He had seen Gojo heading this way after training and sensed something unusual was happening. He didn't expect it to be such a common, boring event. Someone like Gojo, who looked down on everyone, actually possessed such unnecessary kindness.
Jin had been at the camp long enough to see it all. Natural selection, survival of the fittest. If you aren't the one bullying, you're considered weak and become the victim. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the strong stepping on the weak; he found it natural. Though, personally, he had no interest in bullying ants.
From his first day on the island, Jin intended for everyone to stay away from him because of his power (though a weird variable had appeared). But today, those guys were indeed... disgusting. Beating them up felt quite satisfying.
"I was bored. Relaxing by punching some trash who use numbers to bully the weak. Besides, didn't you help out too, Jin?"
"..." When did this guy start shamelessly calling me by my first name?
"It was just a whim," Kurosawa Jin said. He felt he had found a weak point to mock the boy. "Unlike you—it turns out you like women older than yourself, playing the hero of justice."
He didn't know Kasumi Shimizu. She looked about his age, so he assumed she was just another useless person from the bottom tier, not worth a second glance. But that didn't stop him from using it to provoke Gojo.
"Huh? What are you talking about? Who likes..." Gojo stopped, punched his palm with a grin, and said mischievously, "Oh~ I get it."
"Are you jealous?"
"..."
[Ding! Impression Points from story character Kurosawa Jin increased by 200.]
"AAAAAAGH!!" The guy being held by Jin suddenly felt the grip on his neck tighten. He immediately began crying for his parents, begging for mercy.
The commotion had been quite loud. Tequila heard the news and came to see what was happening.
What?! Five decent members not only have multiple compound fractures but their 'eggs' were kicked to pieces? They were useless now; what a waste of Organization resources.
Who dared to...
Oh, it's Satoru Gojo. Never mind then.
Acting as if nothing had happened, the bullies were carried off on stretchers to the infirmary. It was unknown if they would ever appear in a classroom again. Consequently, the gazes the other trainees gave Gojo became even more filled with awe and fear.
By the time everything was settled, it was dark. Enduring Gojo chirping "Jin" in one ear and "Jin" in the other, Kurosawa Jin rolled over—it was like a monk chanting, I can't hear you, I can't hear you.
"Tch~ using that move again."
Late at night, a few stars could be seen hanging in the sky through the bars. Having tasted gourmet food, beaten up trash, saved a person, teased the workaholic, and farmed some Impression Points—Young Master Gojo's day ended perfectly.