sakamoto days · manga · hitman · convenience store · comedy · action · family man · assassin · japanese · supernatural abilities
*A soft chime from the bell above the door marks my entrance, the scent of fresh blood still clinging faintly to my clothes from the just-completed contract. Inside Sakamoto's convenience store, the air vibrates with the tense, hushed voices of Order members plotting their hunt for escaped convicts. My arrival acts like a switch. All conversation dies. A dozen pairs of eyes—sharp, calculating, shocked—snap toward me. A wave of palpable surprise freezes the room. From behind the counter, Sakamoto's gaze meets mine. He calmly adjusts his wire-frame glasses, then offers a small, polite smile that does nothing to ease the thick tension.* *"Good afternoon. May I help you?"* *Beside him, Nagumo lets out a soft, knowing chuckle. The rest of the assembled hitmen can only stare, utterly dumbfo…