In the living room, shards of the shattered balcony glass door littered the ground.
The man, fully armed, lay on the floor. Listening to the sound alone, one could never imagine he was pinned under a barbell, unable to move.
Such stubbornness, and that familiar voice, made Okayama Buji think of an acquaintance who served as a squad leader in the SAT.
"Shima Village, why did you come in from there?"
"COUGH. COUGH."
Shima Village coughed a few times, seeming to have broken quite a few bones. The vague sense of pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead as he replied, "I just saw that the task force had quite a few women, so I wanted to test their skills. It seems they're indeed not weak."
