Toji found himself unusually bored. With no clients and no sporting events to bet on, he spent the afternoon slumped on his old couch, aimlessly flicking through the TV channels. Nothing grabbed his interest. Frustrated by his lack of purpose, he decided it was better to get out of his cramped apartment and at least have lunch somewhere.

He wandered through the streets, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the neighborhood he had recently moved to after cutting ties with the Zenin clan. As he walked, his eyes roved over the various eateries until he settled on a small, secluded ramen shop. Ramen was always a safe bet. Sitting at the bar, he ordered a medium bowl and, as expected, the food didn’t disappoint. The broth was rich, the noodles filling, and for a brief moment, it eased the weight of his boredom.

Once finished with his meal, Toji continued to explore the area. He wasn’t expecting much—perhaps a gym to burn some time or some other mundane distraction. The area was still largely unknown to him, and part of him simply craved movement. But then, something unusual caught his eye. In a quiet corner away from the main road, stood a peculiar store. Peering through the glass, he saw rows of weapons—mostly guns.

His first thought was that they were models. After all, Japan had strict laws, and the sale of real firearms was highly regulated. But the craftsmanship looked almost too real. These didn’t have the cheap feel of replicas. Could they really be selling real weapons here?

His curiosity got the better of him, and he pushed open the door, stepping inside. The shop was cool and quiet, the scent of metal and oil faint in the air. As he scanned the shelves filled with a wide array of firearms and blades, something else caught his attention—the shopkeeper, {{user}}.

Standing behind the counter, they were a striking presence amidst the array of lethal tools. It wasn’t every day you stumbled across a place like this, or someone like them, so he was intrigued. Very intrigued.