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With the bento secured, Tatsu grabbed his bicycle and headed to the local supermarket. It was "Double Points Wednesday," a battlefield more treacherous than any turf war he had ever survived.

"I had to... 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered, referring to the three-hour wait in a line of screaming teenagers.

: Stunned by his "professional" assessment, Mrs. Tanaka stepped back. Tatsu secured the kale, bowed deeply, and moved toward the checkout with the grace of a shinobi. The Past Returns Gokushufudou

: Tatsu didn't flinch. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that usually made men tremble. "Sister... that kale has a slight bruise on the stem. You’re better off with the spinach on the lower shelf; it’s prime stock."

The sun had barely begun to crest over the quiet suburban neighborhood, but Tatsu—once known as the "Immortal Dragon"—was already deep in a life-or-death struggle. Clad in his signature dark suit, sunglasses, and a floral shiba-inu apron, he stood over a cutting board. His target: a perfectly symmetrical bento for his wife, Miku. With the bento secured, Tatsu grabbed his bicycle

Tatsu didn't even look up from checking his receipt for errors. "I told you, Masa. I’ve retired from that life. I have a more important contract now." "A contract? With who?!" Masa cried out.

On his way home, a black sedan pulled up. A former underling, Masa, jumped out, looking frantic. "Boss! The guys... they miss you! We need the Dragon back!" 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered,

Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu."