The apartment was unbearable.
Tatsu lay on the floor.
"Turn the temperature down," he groaned.
"No," Fridge Sama replied from the couch.
"You are literally ice."
"Yes."
"That means you can help."
"No."
Leonhart stood near the window, sweat barely visible but ego fully intact.
"I refuse to live like peasants."
Tatsu shot up.
"Exactly."
He pointed dramatically.
"We buy a fan."
Fridge Sama looked mildly offended.
"You have me."
"You are not oscillating," Tatsu snapped.
Silence.
Then Fridge Sama said:
"…We will acquire a fan."
They walk into a chaotic appliance warehouse.
Stacks of fans everywhere.
Old models. New models. Broken models.
Tatsu finds one.
Cheap.
Suspiciously cheap.
Leonhart frowns.
"It looks cursed."
"It is affordable," Tatsu replies.
Fridge Sama pauses.
His eyes narrow slightly.
"…This one hums wrong."
Tatsu blinks.
"All fans hum."
"Yes," Fridge Sama says calmly. "But not like that."
Before they can leave—
Three men in suits rush in.
"Stop them."
Leonhart looks around.
"…For us?"
The manager screams.
Hidden fighters crash through the ceiling.
Fist meets fire.
Ice meets concrete.
The fan falls.
The casing cracks slightly.
Something inside glows faintly.
Tatsu stares.
"…Why is the fan glowing."
Two underground factions collide in the store.
The Black Spindle.
The Silver Gale.
Both shouting about "the relic."
Tatsu lifts the fan.
"…This?"
A sniper fires through the window.
Fridge Sama freezes the bullet midair.
Leonhart incinerates a charging attacker.
Tatsu ducks behind a washing machine.
"This is over ventilation."
Fridge Sama finally inspects the fan closely.
He cracks it open.
Inside—
A compressed crystalline core.
Pulsing with dormant wind energy.
Leonhart inhales sharply.
"That is a war relic."
Tatsu blinks.
"…It was on sale."
The factions stop fighting for a second.
All eyes on them.
"Hand it over."
Fridge Sama closes the casing.
"No."
War resumes.
The warehouse becomes a battlefield.
Wind manipulators. Blade users. Enchanted gear.
Fridge Sama moves minimally.
Freezes footings. Slows momentum.
Leonhart turns fire into pressure bursts to counter wind currents.
Tatsu shouts tactical positioning while hiding behind appliances.
"Left flank overextending."
"Watch ceiling."
"Stop destroying the microwaves."
The relic begins reacting.
Wind spirals violently around the store.
Roof tears open.
Factions panic.
Fridge Sama grabs the fan.
He slams it into the ground.
Freezes the relic core just enough to stabilize it.
The wind dies.
Everyone freezes.
Tatsu slowly stands.
"…So."
He clears his throat.
"We are keeping the fan."
Silence.
No one moves.
Then both factions retreat simultaneously.
Not because they lost.
Because they calculated.
Fridge Sama was not worth the escalation.
Back at the apartment.
Fan repaired.
Relic stabilized.
It now runs on dungeon core energy.
Silent.
Perfect airflow.
No overheating.
Tatsu lies on the floor peacefully.
"This was worth war."
Leonhart sits quietly.
"…You started a faction conflict over household comfort."
"Yes," Tatsu replies.
Fridge Sama stares at the spinning blades.
"…This artifact could have destabilized districts."
"It cools the room," Tatsu says.
Silence.
Fridge Sama exhales.
"…Acceptable."
Camera pans out.
Two factions regrouping.
Whispers spreading.
"Those three interfered."
"They kept the relic."
"Do we escalate?"
Somewhere in the city—
A third party hears about the "Fan Incident."
And laughs.