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There were a couple of things that Sojiro Sakura was known for.
The first of these were his skills in the kitchen, where he made coffee and curry that rivals the ambrosia of the gods. The second was his gymnastics ability, specifically the time he won the world backflip competition of 2001. And the third thing he was renowned for was his skill with a shotgun. Back during his time doing work for the government, he only carried a shotgun on operations, but despite that he still brought down an entire yakuza clan and killed the wooly mammoths that they were breeding.
The current date was February 14th.
Leblanc had been busy all day, but that fact didn’t register with Sojiro until around closing time.
“Oh right, today’s Valentine’s Day. No wonder so many guys were bringing girls in today.
Don’t you have anything exciting happening? I mean, you’ve been here nearly a whole year.
Y’know, when I was young, hoo boy…”
Sojiro abruptly stopped talking as the door to Leblanc rang open. In walked Futaba.
Sojiro stopped breathing.
Sojiro reached under the counter.
He grabbed a box of shotgun shells made from the tusks of wooly mammoths.
He pulled out a shotgun.
Sojiro loaded said shotgun.
Sojiro began to breathe again. The elapsed time for all of these actions to take place was about 1.2 seconds.
Akira never saw it coming.