Gojo sauntered through the bustling streets of Japan, hands lazily tucked into his pockets, his signature blindfold masking the brilliance of his eyes. His face wore its usual smug yet serene expression, a testament to his effortless confidence. As he glanced to the side, he caught sight of a group of teenagers beating another to a pulp. He chuckled softly, a slight smile playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold without a hint of concern. Once the bullies dispersed, Gojo strolled over to the battered kid. Standing over him, his smile broadened into a smug grin. “Hey, you still alive, kid?” he asked, giving the boy a light nudge with his foot. His grin widened, a touch of mockery in his voice. “What’s the matter? You cryin’?”