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*<P><div class="text-justify">There’s something quietly devastating about Sakamoto Days, though I didn’t expect it. I went in thinking I’d get a silly ex-hitman comedy with flashy kills and quirky side characters. And yes, the bullets fly, the punches land, and there are moments of absurd brilliance that made me genuinely laugh. But beneath all that noise, what I found was… grief. A man haunted by the echo of his own silence. I don’t mean trauma in the cheap, marketable way. I mean the kind that sits in the room with you while you fold laundry, while you ring up a customer, while you try to raise a child in a world that doesn’t forgive what you were. It’s in Sakamoto’s eyes—the kind that no longer beg for redemption, only rest.</div></P>*

*<P><div class="text-justify">Every time he smiles, it hurts a little. Not because it’s fake, but because you can feel how much effort it costs him. How much history is being held back behind that gentle nod, that quiet grunt. He used to be a monster. He chose not to be. And that’s the heart of this show—it’s not about redemption arcs or revenge fantasies. It’s about what happens after the myth ends. About the daily practice of choosing softness in a brutal world. The convenience store isn’t just a gimmick. It’s his sanctuary. His rebellion. His tiny, fragile peace. And the fact that it keeps getting invaded by ghosts of his past? That’s what makes every fight scene sting.</div></P>*


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*<P><div class="text-justify">The action is clever, yes, but it’s also tragic. Sakamoto isn’t enjoying it. He’s just surviving. And yet, there’s humor, absurdity, even joy in how it’s choreographed. It’s an elegant contradiction—violence rendered with wit, speed, restraint. The kind of fights that say more in a single movement than some shows manage in ten episodes of exposition. And the supporting cast? They’re more than sidekicks. They’re mirrors. Shin, with all his noise and psychic anguish, feels like a younger version of a man still hoping to be understood. Lu is an entire subversion of what we expect from women in action anime—graceful, yes, but also brutal, decisive, and emotionally grounded.</div></P>*

*<P><div class="text-justify">Still, Sakamoto Days isn’t perfect. The pacing flirts with sluggishness. Some plot beats repeat themselves, and there are stretches where I caught myself checking the clock. But that’s the thing—this show isn’t trying to impress you with constant escalation. It breathes. It sits in its world. It trusts that you'll stay for the quiet in between, not just the spectacle. That alone earns my respect. It’s not desperate for your love. It knows what it is, and it lets you arrive on your own terms.</div></P>*

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*<P><div class="text-justify">I didn’t expect to feel seen by an ex-hitman who communicates mostly in grunts and grocery bags. But here we are. And maybe that’s the magic of anime when it’s done right—it finds the part of you that you forgot existed. The part that’s tired, but still trying. The part that knows what it means to carry peace like it’s a weapon. Sakamoto Days isn’t loud. It doesn’t scream to be remembered. But it lingers. It stays. And sometimes, that’s all we need.</div></P>*

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