"Which blind idiot—"
The bullying teenagers, whose assault had just been forcibly stopped, instantly froze in apprehension when they saw the boy, despite their earlier intent to curse.
The tall German leader paused for a moment, then smiled: "Oh, if it isn't Gojo. It's nothing, really. This punching bag is perfect; he won't fight back no matter how hard you hit him, and he won't tell the instructors either. Want to give it a try..."
Before he could finish, a tremendous force struck his face, nearly twisting it out of shape.
Thud!
The impact was so great that he was practically sent flying. A dull thud echoed in the air. He stumbled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but Gojo Satoru gave him no chance to recover. Another heavy punch, like an iron hammer, crushed him, leaving him gasping in pain.
He couldn't understand how those fair, small fists, still carrying a hint of baby fat, could unleash such overwhelming power.
Before he could react, without even seeing Gojo's movements, his nose was nearly shattered, and crimson blood flowed onto the ground. Then came a brutal kick to a sensitive area.
"Ah ah ah ah ah—!! It hurts!!"
He let out a heart-wrenching shriek, kneeling and clutching his lower body with both hands.
"Please... let me go. I'll never do it again..."
His accomplice shouted in panic: "You… you hit so hard! Aren't you afraid of punishment!?"
Gojo Satoru looked at him as if he were already dead.
"You dare threaten me?"
The others tried to run, but in an instant, they were all on the ground groaning, nearly every bone in their bodies fractured, unable to move. Their lower bodies had completely lost all sensation.
"Mo… monster! Go die! Ah ah ah ah!"
Gojo Satoru showed a faint smile and said, "Trash in heat is too much of an eyesore, so I helped with a sterilization procedure. You should be grateful."
It seemed one had escaped, but he didn't care—someone would handle it.
"Hey~ still alive?"
Gojo Satoru looked gently at the thin, bullied girl.
Shimizu Xia had slowly gotten up, staring blankly at him. Blood dripped from her face onto her clothes.
Everyone knew who Gojo Satoru was, and she was no exception. The first time she had seen him, she had been amazed by his god-like appearance—especially his eyes, which uniquely instilled fear in anyone who dared look directly at them.
Though he was younger than her and also Japanese, he and Kurosawa Jin could become the strongest on the island, while she remained at the bottom, left to be bullied.
So she never dared to greet him. It wasn't fear of angering him like the others; it was shame at her own helplessness.
No wonder he seemed divine. He wasn't just like a god—he was the incarnation of one.
"Thank you… for saving me, God…"
Shimizu Xia couldn't hold back her tears, her delicate features streaked with snot and tears.
"What is it?" Gojo Satoru paused, seeming slightly annoyed. "Alright, don't treat me like a god. I just found those guys annoying and taught them a lesson while passing by."
"Don't cry, your wounds will get infected, idiot."
"God… no, Gojo-sama. Please tell me… how should I live? Why do people… even live?"
She seemed beyond reasoning, genuinely seeing Gojo as a deity—desperately grasping at the last straw.
"Name?"
"Ah? Shi—Shimizu Xia..."
Huh? On closer inspection, this child looked a little like Miwa Kasumi. Even her name was similar, and her appearance was friendly. Could she be Miwa's doppelgänger?
Hey, no way… how many Jujutsu characters are going to be stuffed into this Detective Conan setting?
"So why do I have to be a big brother who listens to your problems?" Gojo Satoru sighed. "For living, just find a reason for yourself. Something like getting stronger."
"But for someone like me..."
"If you absolutely need a goal, I'll give you one. Hmm… how about trying to achieve even a fingernail's worth of my strength?"
"…Eh."
The disheveled girl seemed too stunned to respond, remaining silent.
"This is a goal you'll chase your entire life."
Gojo casually pulled an ointment from the system store and tossed it into her arms.
"If you don't want to be bullied in the future, then become strong, Shimizu Xia."
He hummed a tune and left, leaving her staring blankly after him.
As he departed, he even stepped on the unconscious bullies a few times, using them like soft mats.
"Pfft…"
He's spitting blood again—what fun.
Gojo walked toward the exit and, as expected, saw a familiar head of light golden hair.
Kurosawa Jin was carrying a half-dead bully who had tried to escape. He had witnessed the entire scene from the side. Seeing Gojo approach, he said, "I didn't realize you had a hobby of meddling, Gojo."
He had just finished training when he saw Gojo walking in that direction. Something unusual was happening, but he hadn't expected it to be such a straightforward incident.
Gojo, who normally didn't even glance at others, actually possessed such superfluous kindness.
Kurosawa Jin had been at the training camp long enough to see it all. Survival of the fittest—if you didn't bully, you'd be bullied. He considered it natural for the strong to trample the weak.
Though he had no interest in bullying weaker ants himself, from the first day on the island, he had ensured others avoided him because of his strength. (Though a strange variable had appeared.)
Today's bullies, however… were truly despicable.
Beating them casually felt satisfying.
"It's boring, you know? Beating a few scumbags who gang up on others to relax. Besides, didn't you help too, Jin?"
"…" When did this guy start calling him by his first name so casually?
"It was just a whim," Kurosawa Jin replied. He found a weak spot to tease Gojo: "Unlike you, you seem to like older women… and you've become some kind of justice hero."
He didn't know Shimizu Xia; she was probably just another useless bottom-dweller, not worth a second glance. But that didn't stop him from provoking Gojo.
"Huh? What are you talking about? Who likes…" Gojo stopped, made a fist, tapped his palm, and said, unconcerned, "Oh~ I get it. Are you jealous?"
"…"
[Ding! Impression value from plot character Kurosawa Jin increased by 200 points.]
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The bully being carried felt an instant twisting force on his neck and cried out for mercy.
The earlier commotion had been loud enough for Tequila to come and see.
What?! Five strong members, multiple fractures, and their lower parts kicked to pieces? That would make them useless to the organization.
Who dared do such a thing?
Oh… Gojo Satoru. Then it's fine.
As if nothing had happened, the bullies were carried off on stretchers to the medical station, unsure if they would ever return to class alive.
The others' reverent gazes toward Gojo intensified.
By the time everything settled, it was already dark.
Enduring Gojo constantly calling "Jin" in his left and right ears, Kurosawa Jin rolled over like a turtle chanting sutras, hearing nothing.
"Tsk~ always this trick."
Late at night, a few scattered stars peeked through the bars. He had enjoyed good food, beaten trash, saved someone, teased a workaholic, and gained impression points.
Young Master Gojo's day ended perfectly.