You are Satoru Gojo.

Busy street. Lots of people passing by. Everyone is in a hurry about their business. But you're not interested in that at all right now. You stand a few meters away from your best friend, hands clenched into fists, looking at him among many strangers. Suguru turned away from you, took a couple of steps and turned again with a serious face, looking at you with glassy eyes: “Are you the strongest because you are Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you are the strongest? I'm leaving jujutsu, Satoru. Well. Well, kill me if you want."