The ink-black night could not hide the scattered lights. Tokyo's nights were not peaceful, but rather somewhat noisy.
"Why are you back in Tokyo?"
In a luxury apartment near Tokyo Bay in Minato Ward, the obese, potbellied Section Chief Akagi warmly welcomed the silent Uchiha Senmon inside.
Section Chief Akagi wore only a white bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, dressed very casually. He had not bothered changing into casual clothes, clearly not treating Uchiha Senmon as an outsider.
"Ha, the living room's a mess, but that's unavoidable for an older, divorced bachelor."
The cold-faced Uchiha Senmon glanced around the living room. An open suitcase sat in the middle, with clothes piled haphazardly inside, while an enormous pair of orange board shorts hung over the back of the sofa.
"Wasn't I planning to enjoy the beaches, sunshine, and hot girls in Ryukyu after retirement? I'm preparing ahead of time. Finding swimming trunks for someone my weight isn't easy."
Section Chief Akagi chuckled a few times, but contrary to his usual manner, Uchiha Senmon said nothing, his face expressionless and a cold air surrounding him.
"Senmon, is something wrong? The last time I saw you looking this murderous was ten years ago, when Mikoto..."
Halfway through, Section Chief Akagi realized he had misspoken. "Listen to me, running my mouth. What nonsense am I talking about?"
"Senpai."
Uchiha Senmon said coldly, "This isn't a suitable place to talk. Could we go somewhere else?"
"Let's go to the study."
Section Chief Akagi frowned, his expression turning serious as well.
Both Uchiha Senmon's expression since entering and the change in how he addressed him made Section Chief Akagi's heart skip a beat. Something felt wrong.
Uchiha Senmon and Section Chief Akagi were both University of Tokyo alumni and had even belonged to the same club in