Gokushufudou ❲Proven • Summary❳

The sun had barely begun to crest over the quiet suburban neighborhood, but Tatsu—once known as the "Immortal Dragon"—was already deep in a life-or-death struggle. Clad in his signature dark suit, sunglasses, and a floral shiba-inu apron, he stood over a cutting board. His target: a perfectly symmetrical bento for his wife, Miku.

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. Gokushufudou

Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu." The sun had barely begun to crest over

"I had to... 'eliminate' several obstacles to get this," he muttered, referring to the three-hour wait in a line of screaming teenagers. The air was thick with tension as he

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.

: 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."

: 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