What You've Got

People go out of their way to try to meet Haruka, when we're out on the street. He's attractive to everyone, but not all those people want to be friends.

Young women I can understand. What I don't get is why his mere presence drives certain young men completely nuts.

I was busy picking out fish for dinner when I overheard someone talking to Haruka, behind me.

"I hear you got this reputation, but nobody's actually seen you fight."

"Yup."

"So, show me what you've got."

"Three mochi and some kinton, why?"

"Ahgh!"

I heard a thud. When I turned around, a man was sprawed across the cobbles at Haruka's feet.

"He slipped," shrugged Haruka, smirking. He was standing a short distance from where his voice had been, so I surmise he'd stepped out of the way of a punch.

The few people nearest had drawn back from what seemed likely to be a fight, but were now chuckling.

"I can see that," I said, stepping over the half-stunned punk. "Did you notice if the vegetable stand has any mizuna?"

"Lets see."