In the history of assassination, no one man will ever reach the might of Mr. Sakamoto.

There was no bullet he couldn’t dodge, no man he couldn’t beat, and no reason he would kill. And he was a stone cold killer. Well— until he met his wife. Then he retired to own a shop.

He because rather rotund. He didn’t lose any of his skills, though. He just redirected them into protecting his lovely wife and his baby girl. Until recently, there was nothing stopping him from his saying, quiet life.

Until a bounty was placed on his head.

“Honey, would you go to Chinatown and restock the ramen?” Aoi, his lovely wife, asked from the back of the store. Mr. Sakamoto nodded. He was a man of few words. Maybe he could get his girls some of their favorite pork buns.

Just then, a man walked in carrying a very clearly hidden knife in his pocket. He barely looked up. He was more focused on his daughter, rubbing her back as she drew a family picture.