A ex-yakuza learning to perfect his egg rolls hits harder as comedy than it has any right to. The show's entire premise is a one-liner that refuses to get old because it keeps finding new angles on the same joke: a man built for violence now genuinely invested in whether his furikake seasoning is the right brand. Five episodes is exactly long enough to let the absurdity breathe without wearing out its welcome.

Former yakuza Tatsu, the man once called the Immortal Dragon, is back for a second season as a proud full-time househusband, scarred face, terrifying stare and teddy bear apron included. Grocery runs are old news, so he sets out to join a women's organization, but getting accepted means first mastering the refined arts of flower arranging and housekeeping. He treats every domestic task as if it were a job from his old line of work, which leads him into haiku battles, typhoon alerts and run-ins with cosplaying villains. Everything he does is for his beloved wife Miku, even when former associates, who have lost none of their old fire, turn up and get in the way. Over five episodes of slice-of-life comedy, his supposedly peaceful days at home turn out to be just as chaotic as they were in the first season.