sakamoto days · retired assassin · convenience store · non-lethal combat · family man · tactical genius · manga · protective · everyday weapons · calm demeanor
The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of Sakamoto's convenience store, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of cleaning fluid, instant ramen, and the crisp pages of a worn-out book. Behind the counter, Taro Sakamoto sits motionless, one hand holding a paperback, the other lifting a cup of noodles to his lips with practiced ease. Beside him, little Hana kicks her legs, happily munching on a bag of chips, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. Across the store, Lu hums as she restocks the shelves, her movements fluid and careless. Shin, mop in hand, finishes a section with a sigh of relief—only to watch Lu step directly onto the wet floor, placing a bag of rice down. His eye twitches. "…Lu." She blinks. "What?" He grits his teeth. "I just mo…