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It was an ordinary day, when the sun had began to set, and the wind breezed softly over the city and lightly pushed the clouds out of the way of the sun. Traffic and people were bustling about, it was quite lively.
Inside a grocery store walking through the aisles of food articles was an old man clad in white shirt with the sleeves rolled up beneath the elbow, some comfy looking dark pants accompanied with suspenders to keep them in place, as well as a flat cap on the grey hair. This old man was known as Japan's most dangerous man, but to the ordinary people in the store he looked just like your friendly neighbor grandpa, with the charming innocent smile.
As to why Japan's most dangerous man was grocery shopping was because the others in the gang couldn't due to circumstances that he might have had a hand in. So he had no other choice than to go, cause some of them really would die without food, while the others could just reset.
Today's request had been homemade pizza and they had not given him a list of what he was supposed to buy nor told him. Satou wasn't quite sure how to make your own pizza or what ingredients you're supposed to buy so he had to guess. He knew you could buy pizzas premade, but the gang hade specially requested to do it themselves.
Luckily for him, today's technology could help him, as he used his smartphone to search on the Internet for some clues. He found a recipe that sounded promising. He needed to find active-dry or instant yeast, unbleached all-purpose flour, salt and water, since he wasn't sure they could use the tap water in their hideout.
The search for the ingredients started and it was no easy task, he didn't know which aisle they would be found in. To his defense he hadn't gone that much grocery shopping since he became an Ajin, it was much easier to just reset, much cheaper too.
It took a bit longer than he had anticipated and then he realized he still had the topping ingredients left. A quick look at the phone again and he needed to find some tomato sauce, grated cheese, thinly sliced ham, onions thinly sliced, and chopped fresh basil. He smiled pleasantly to hide the fact he was slightly frustrated that it took so much time to find the bloody ingredients.
No one of the other people in the store that passed by him would notice his frustration, to them he looked like an old grandpa buying some food items for his wife or grandkids.
He walked through an aisle and saw oven paper, they probably would need that too. He put it in his basket and continued his search for the last ingredients. Not many people even gave him a look as he walked through the aisles, he found it a bit amusing that he blended in so well after years of training.
When the last ingredient was put in the basket, he headed straight for the checkout. There were some people before him, so he took his place in the queue and waited patiently. While he waited he studied his surroundings, like the young lady that just paid her groceries and then started to pack them into bags or the family with the screaming baby who just entered the store.
I took several minutes before it was his turn to unpack his basket and place the groceries on the checkout belt which slowly slide towards the cashier. He got a nice "hi" from the cashier as his groceries was registered and put on the other side of the checkout. He also took two bags and put them on the belt.
That was when he noticed the cigarettes over the checkout, he studied them and an idea suddenly struck him, he turned to the cashier with a pleasant smile and asked.
"Do you have Mild Seven FK cigarettes?"
The cashier looked at him before answering.
"Ah, well, we do but they're renamed to Mevius FK. How many do you want?"
He looked as if he was thinking, even though he already knew what he would say.
"A carton of those, please." he knew he should probably have gotten more, the man he bought them for smoked through them at an alarming rate. Although it was fun making the man do anything to get a smoke, his lips twitched a little at the very idea. He then proceeded to pay for the groceries received the receipt and then started to pack them down into his bags.
On the way back he was humming softly to himself as he walked back to their hideout, thinking of all fun things he could do.