Kenzo had the man by the collar, one arm straight, eyes hot. The stall owner stood frozen behind a steam pot, chopsticks hanging in the air. People looked for a second, judged it wasn't their problem, and went back to their noodles. Underworks logic.
"Kenzo" Raizen said, voice low. "Let him go."
"You don't know who this is" Kenzo answered without looking.
"I'll never find out if you strangle him!"
Obi slid between them with both hands up. "Hey hey! Public strangling is bad for business. Mine and his"
Kenzo held a breath that sounded like it might turn into a punch. He didn't throw it. He opened his hand. The man dropped to his feet and caught himself on the edge of a table. He coughed twice, short and rough, then straightened his glasses. One lens had a hairline crack that caught the lights.
"You alright?" Raizen asked.
"I've had worse" the man said. His voice was tired, not scared.
