Chapter 167 - The Setagaya Circus

​The silence in the spacious living room of the large Setagaya apartment could have been cut with the sharp edge of a skate blade on freshly Zambonied ice. The place—a roomy two-story complex featuring wooden beams decorated with a few plants, an open marble kitchen, and floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto a peaceful inner courtyard adorned with bamboo—was usually the most tranquil sanctuary in the Japanese federation. Right now, however, the atmosphere inside had grown so thick, heavy, and suffocating that it was hard to catch a breath. The calm that used to dwell in this home had been shattered.