Next, he moved on to the jeans section, picking four pairs in maroon, blue, black, and beige.
Each had a simple design—two side pockets and one back pocket—with sturdy fabric for everyday wear.
He appreciated their practicality. With these options, he could quickly grab a shirt and jeans without overthinking it.
Many successful people adopted a similar mindset, streamlining choices to focus on more important decisions.
After choosing the jeans, he headed to a changing room to check his appearance.
The mirror reflected a familiar yet foreign image.
He noticed how well the shirt complemented his jet-black hair and eyes. Despite gaining weight, traces of his former self lingered. Unlike the typical features of Japanese men, his eyes were more almond-shaped, and his nose was more pronounced due to his American heritage.
"I wonder if I can get my old body back by hitting the gym?" he joked, chuckling at the thought.
He knew it was hard; he had signed up for a gym membership before but quit after a few days.
Motivation drained quickly, leaving him back where he started.
"Now I need to get a bag," he thought, rubbing his double chin as he walked to another section.
After some thought, he chose a simple gray travel bag—lightweight and spacious enough for his new clothes and essentials.
Once he finished with the bag, he headed to the hardware section, looking for something to serve as an emergency weapon.
If the inheritance turned out to be a scam, he needed to protect himself.
As he walked, he examined various choices. His eyes landed on a display of knives—chef's knives, utility knives, and hunting knives.
He picked up a small, sturdy folding knife; it fit comfortably in his palm.
'This could work,'
Next, he spotted heavy-duty work gloves.
While they might improve his grip, he decided against them.
'If it came to grappling, I could just use my weight,' he concluded.
Next, he glanced at butchering tools and shook his head at the sight of meat cleavers.
Carrying a cleaver would raise too many eyebrows and could lead to police trouble.
Continuing to walk, Luck's eyes landed on a thick metal dog chain.
It was sturdy and could serve multiple purposes—either as a makeshift weapon or to secure belongings. Plus, it was less suspicious than a big knife.
He picked up the chain, feeling its weight in his hands.
'This will do,' he decided, tossing it into his travel bag.
At the checkout, the cashier raised her eyebrows.
"Sir? You do realize these items are different, right? You can't just put them all in one bag and pay for one."
"Wait… I didn't mean to do that!" he replied, feeling embarrassed.