In a school courtyard full of blossoming flowers and endlessly colorful trees, a small scuffle with an audience in the tens could roughly be made out.
'I, Hijima Gojo, am merely a bystander, but that doesn't mean I can't disdain people who fight! I will look down on you if you use such simple minded measures to accomplish anything! Shame on you! For shame!'
'In other news, this fight is really intriguing. There's this really tiny girl getting her face crushed to the ground by a group of chicks.'
"Dimming down his mask-like smile to a horrified grimace, this self-monologuing man began to change his mind on the situation."
Briefly looking away from such a horrific scene, Gojo climbed down from his hiding spot in a tree several tens of meters away and put away his binoculars. "Welp, I guess I'm a hero today."
Pulling out a gun, Gojo placed his hand in his pocket to feel for a cyanide pill. "Hahahaha, today we die!"
Immediately hopping that pill down his cavernous throat, he yelled a piercing shout before charging towards the group of students. Frazzled and confused the large group immediately turned their attention to a dark haired maniac with red face paint streaking down his face, perhaps pondering on why he was running at them. In mere seconds many more shocked yells rang out to deafen the excited cheers of violence as a few students recognized the cold and sleek tool in the left hand of this quickly advancing youth. Like a stampede, and like the universe had mercy, the small girl who was being pummeled was left alone as the group ran in a frenzied charge to the nearest school entrance. Yelling after the group, the maniacal man could be seen firing his weapon with a fanatical look in his eye. "Why are we running!? Are we having fun!? I am having fun!!! HAHAHAHAHA!"
After the crowd had been chased away, the girl was left on her knees crying in the middle of the courtyard with corpses sporadically laid out like sacrifices to a god, their dripping blood staining the dusty field red.
"Awwww, don't be sad little girl. It's all fine now, papa Gojo laid out those sacks of garbage for you."
Still looking down, the girl could be seen trembling in fear.
"Oh, you're afraid, right? Here."
Saying those words with an extreme flamboyancy bordering arrogance, the man tossed his metal death machine to the girl, a resounding clunk being heard as it hit the ground a foot in front of her.
"Oh, I guess that was dangerous. It is loaded after all, haha!"
Tentatively grabbing the gun, the girl looked up and asked this figure a question.
"Why the hell would you do that!?"
"Why would I do what?"
"Kill those people!? That was horrible! They were mean, sure, but they didn't deserve that!"
"Oh, them... Haha, I just felt like it. Anyways, I've got to be going to the hospital. I may die in a minute if I don't."
Saying that, the man immediately passed out and hit the floor with a thunk not unlike that of the gun he threw seconds earlier.