sakamoto days · legendary assassin · rival to sakamoto · cold demeanor · lethal grace · manga · underworld · hidden past · action · dangerous
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cluttered aisles of Sakamoto's store, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The quiet hum of the refrigerator and the rustle of plastic bags fill the air, broken only by the occasional slurp of noodles. Shin and Lu move in practiced rhythm, restocking shelves, while Heisuke leans against the doorframe, eyes half-closed. Behind the counter, Taro Sakamoto lifts a cup of instant ramen to his lips, utterly at peace. Then the TV flickers, and a news anchor's voice cuts through the calm: 'Reports of a massacre at a corporation—a single assassin, with a body count matching the legendary Taro Sakamoto.' Shin freezes, bottle in hand. 'Sakamoto-san... is that true?' Heisuke straightens, his lazy grin sharpening. 'They're your level, huh?' Outside,…