"I had to... 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered, referring to the three-hour wait in a line of screaming teenagers.
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
: 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.
On his way home, a black sedan pulled up. A former underling, Masa, jumped out, looking frantic. "Boss! The guys... they miss you! We need the Dragon back!" "I had to
: 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."
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. It was "Double Points Wednesday," a battlefield more
Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu."