: 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.
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 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.
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... 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered, referring to the three-hour wait in a line of screaming teenagers.
Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu."
The sun had barely begun to crest over the quiet suburban neighborhood, but Tatsu—once known as the "Immortal Dragon"—was already deep in a life-or-death struggle. Clad in his signature dark suit, sunglasses, and a floral shiba-inu apron, he stood over a cutting board. His target: a perfectly symmetrical bento for his wife, Miku.