Gokushufudou 〈SAFE〉

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.

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!"

Evening arrived, and Miku returned home to a spotless apartment and a five-course meal that looked like it belonged in a Michelin-star restaurant. As they sat down to eat, Tatsu presented her with a small, wrapped gift—a limited-edition keychain of her favorite magical girl anime. Gokushufudou

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.

"I had to... 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered, referring to the three-hour wait in a line of screaming teenagers. The sun had barely begun to crest over

: 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." On his way home, a black sedan pulled up

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.