: 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."
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. Gokushufudou
The air was thick with tension as he precisely julienned carrots. To any passerby, his intense scowl and the terrifying scar across his eye suggested he was disposing of a rival gang member. In reality, he was simply worried that the octopus-shaped sausages weren't "kawaii" enough for Miku’s lunchtime. : Tatsu didn't flinch
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!" that kale has a slight bruise on the stem