Gokushufudou

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.

Tatsu held up a loyalty card for the local bakery. "Ten stamps and I get a free melon pan. That’s a commitment you wouldn't understand." He then proceeded to lecture Masa for twenty minutes on the proper way to remove red wine stains from a white rug, eventually forcing the confused ex-gangster to help him carry his groceries. Gokushufudou

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. With the bento secured, Tatsu grabbed his bicycle

: In the produce aisle, Tatsu spotted a rival: a middle-aged housewife named Mrs. Tanaka. They both reached for the last bundle of discounted kale simultaneously. "Ten stamps and I get a free melon pan

The Immortal Dragon simply adjusted his sunglasses, a rare, terrifyingly sincere smile tugging at his lips. The neighborhood was safe, the laundry was folded, and the Way of the Househusband was absolute.

: 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

: 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."