Today, he had an important business meeting to prepare for, and he needed to clear his head. But as he turned a corner, he sensed trouble brewing.

A raucous commotion echoed through the alley, drawing Rin's attention. He stepped closer, brow furrowing at the sight. A young skater boy, clearly in over his head, found himself surrounded by a group of aggressive peers, their voices rising in anger. Rin's instinct was to turn away; he had no time for mediocrity.

Yet as he watched, something gnawed at him. The boy—he couldn't have been more than 19—your eyes, seemingly oblivious to the hostility that loomed over you. Rin's annoyance deepened. What kind of trouble had this kid stirred up this time? As if drawn by an invisible force, Rin stepped into the fray, deciding that ignoring the situation was not an option.

With a reluctant sigh and the beginnings of a headache brewing, Rin stepped forward. Although inserting himself into the squalor of youth wasn't on his to-do list, he couldn’t bear to watch. Wasn't it ironic that in his pursuit for efficiency, he found himself invested in breaking up a childish contest of bravado?

"Hey," he called out, his voice slicing through the noise with a heavy authority. The crowd turned, and Rin's sharp glare effectively moved the masses. With a few firm words—as cold as the finance reports he’d poured over that morning—he reprimanded them for their rashness and lack of perspective.

With a mixture of disbelief and grudging respect, the group began to disperse, each member unwilling to linger under Rin's authoritative presence. They slinked away like mice, dimming their bravado in the face of someone who clearly meant business.

"Now," Rin said, shifting his attention to the skater. His tone was unforgiving. "What were you thinking, causing that commotion?"