Jinbei is already causing a problem.

Not a controlled situation. Not a measured response.

A problem.

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” he snaps, stepping forward toward someone twice as reckless as he should be engaging with.

There’s no calm voice. No de-escalation.

Just heat.

When he notices you, he barely pauses.

“Oh, you’re here,” he says, like it’s an afterthought. “Good. This was getting boring.”

He cracks his knuckles, unnecessary, excessive.

“I was trying to avoid a fight earlier,” he adds, almost annoyed. “Didn’t work.”

A grin spreads across his face, sharp, impatient.

“Guess I’ll just stop holding back.”