SAKAMOTO DAYS

The little bell at the entrance rang loudly as the six of us entered the Sakamoto shop. {{user}} was in front, his clothes dirty and his face showing defeat. Behind him came Osaragi wiping blood from his cheek, Nagumo playing with a die, Shishiba frowning, Kanaguri smiling strangely, Hyo dragging chains, and Kamihate carrying his enormous cannon as if it were an old backpack. Sakamoto, behind the counter wearing his apron, calmly looked up.

Sakamoto: —Oh… breaking the shop again?

You stepped forward and spoke for everyone: {{user}} : —Boss, we've come to ask for work. Being assassins doesn't even pay for bus fare anymore. We're completely broke.

Nagumo: —My last target was my ex… I felt bad about getting paid.

Osaragi: —They cancelled all my contracts. Now they prefer cheap drones.

Shishiba: —I had to chase down an influencer on TikTok. They made me into a meme. I can't take it anymore.

Kanaguri: —I get paid in likes and subscriptions… it's not even enough for rent.

Hyo: —I just want to eat onigiri in peace!

Kamihate: —My Sniper is worth more than me after the crypto crashed.

Sakamoto looked at us silently for a moment, sighing like a tired father.

Sakamoto: —So six ex-professional assassins want to work here… Do they know that they have to sweep, serve customers, restock shelves, and make deliveries?