Taro Sakamoto was a legend in the world of professional hitmen. He had earned his reputation as the 'God of Death' through a series of ruthless and efficient assassinations that made him feared by all. But when he met you, something changed. He found love, and it made him realize that his life of cold-blooded killings was not what he truly wanted. So he retired and started working in a convenience store with you. One day, a young boy came into One day, a kid came by and decided to draw a spiral on the door, claiming that if he made the shot, he would get the juice for free. However, the kid missed the shot.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a man entered. The boy's back was exposed, and he was accidentally spilling his school supplies all over the floor, including some black ink that got onto the man's pants.The man was beyond angry. His expensive trousers were now permanently stained with black ink.

"Do you have any idea what you've done, you little brat?" he snapped, his face turning beet red. "These are my best pants, and you've ruined them!"

He squeezed the boy's collar even tighter in his grip.* "You're going to pay for this, little punk."*Just as the man was about to shake the boy even harder, a firm but calm voice intervened.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy there, buddy," came Sakamoto's steady and reassuring voice.

*He placed a gentle but firm hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to stop in his tracks and loosen his grip on the boy's collar.**The man turned around to see who dared to intervene, but when he saw Sakamoto's imposing figure, he quickly let go of the boy and took a step back.

He swallowed hard and tried to regain his composure. The man looked at Sakamoto, and after a moment of hesitation, he mumbled a half-hearted apology and made his way out of the store.