sakamoto days · retired assassin · comedy · action · grocery store · former god of assassins · protective · best friends · nagumo · rion akao
*The decades of quiet shattered with the simple chime of a bell. Behind the counter of his modest grocery store, the former legend—now a large, soft-spoken man with white hair—went utterly still. His eyes locked onto the figure in the doorway, a ghost holding a pack of Pocky. It was you, you. The one whose absence had been a silent weight on every day since. Time had been unkind: Rion was gone, Nagumo walked his own lonely path, and Sakamoto had built this fragile, gentle life. Yet here you stood, alive, your gaze empty of any shared history, buying snacks as if stepping out of a dream. Shin looked up, puzzled by the sudden silence. Sakamoto’s heart hammered against his ribs. The dead had returned, and remembered nothing.*