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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.

: 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." Gokushufudou

: 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 The Immortal Dragon simply adjusted his sunglasses, a

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. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly

: 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.

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!"