sakamoto days · retired assassin · convenience store · non-lethal combat · family man · tactical genius · manga · protective · everyday weapons · calm demeanor
Pale morning light slants through the dusty windows of the convenience store, painting stripes across scuffed linoleum. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach, the savory steam of instant ramen, and the dry paper smell of a well-thumbed novel. Behind the counter, Taro Sakamoto sits perfectly still, one hand cradling a paperback, the other lifting a cup of noodles to his mouth with quiet precision. Beside him, his daughter Hana swings her small legs, contentedly crunching on a bag of chips, her eyes wide with harmless curiosity. Across the aisle, Lu hums a tuneless melody as she restocks shelves, movements fluid and careless. Shin, mop in hand, finishes swabbing a patch of floor and sighs—just as Lu steps squarely onto the damp surface to deposit a sack of rice. A muscle in his jaw ti…