My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

The Briefing Room

The room buzzed faintly with the energy of preparation. Gear bags lined the floor. Weapons were checked and re-checked. Everyone was waiting on one voice.

Yuri stepped forward, calm but commanding, his gaze sweeping across the assembled team—Felix, David, Keifer, and a few younger operatives assigned for support.

He crossed his arms, standing firm.

"Boys," he began, voice steady, "this is a low-risk mission on paper—but if we make even one mistake, it can flip into a high-risk operation in seconds."

Everyone stood straighter.

Yuri's tone was sharp. Focused. Measured.

"We go in silent. We retrieve the intel. We extract the target—no questions, no stalling."

His eyes locked onto each of theirs, making sure they felt the weight of this.

"You all remember the plan, right?"

A unified response echoed through the room.

"YES, BOSS!!"

Yuri gave a single nod.

"Good. Gear up. We roll at 21:00 sharp."

As the room broke into motion, Yuri turned toward his locker, strapping on his gear—

Still thinking.

Subject Y.

9:32 PM – Mission Site, Perimeter

The black SUV rolled to a smooth stop a few meters from the abandoned facility outlined in the mission briefing. The building stood in silence, half-swallowed by time and shadows, with cracked concrete walls and flickering lights that barely held on.

Inside the vehicle, Yuri looked at his team through the rearview mirror.

"Move."

One by one, the operatives slipped out into the darkness—ghosts in the night. No sound. No hesitation.

Felix, already crouched near the side of the building, activated his handheld scanner. The screen blinked softly as it mapped the area.

"Clear path on the west hall," Felix whispered into the comms. "Two cams, both on a 10-second loop. You've got a window now. Move, move."

Yuri raised a hand, signaling the team forward.

Keifer and David broke right, sliding into the shadows and securing the first checkpoint.

The younger boys followed protocol, slipping in behind them one by one like a practiced rhythm.

Yuri was the last to enter, his steps silent but his mind louder than ever.

His fingers hovered near his earpiece.

"Felix, update."

"Tracking the target's signal. The subject in the far north wing—cell block. Heart rate steady… but pacing."

Inside the Facility – North Wing, Cell Block

The air grew colder as they moved deeper into the compound. Old metal doors lined the hall like silent sentinels. The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows, but Yuri's team moved with quiet precision.

They reached the final door—rusted, but sealed tight.

Yuri raised his hand to halt the team. His eyes locked on the panel beside the door.

He pressed his earpiece.

"Felix. Is the door safe to open?"

There was a brief crackle, then Felix's calm voice came through.

"Scans clear. No guards. No heat signatures except one—your target. Alone."

Yuri exhaled softly.

"Copy that."

He stepped forward, reaching for the handle.

The team behind him stood ready, tense, weapons at their side just in case.

With a quiet creak, Yuri pulled the door open.

The smell of dust and metal hit first. Then his eyes adjusted to the dim light inside—

As the door creaked open, dim light spilled into the room. Dust floated in the air.

Yuri stepped in first, gun raised—eyes scanning every inch.

But what he saw made him freeze.

There was a man.

Sitting. Slumped.

His wrists were shackled to a rusted metal chair.

His head hung low, greasy hair covering half his face. A thick beard shadowed his jaw.

Yuri narrowed his eyes, heart pacing faster.

Something about that build… that presence… it felt familiar.

He took a slow step forward, boots echoing against the concrete.

The man slightly turned, his face barely visible under the mess of hair.

Yuri's breath caught.

"…Renzo?" he muttered, almost in disbelief.

The man didn't speak. But he looked up just enough.

And it was him.

Yuri clenched his jaw, a storm swirling in his chest.

This wasn't just a mission.

Not anymore.

Yuri stepped closer, eyes locked on the man chained to the chair. The flickering light above cast sharp shadows across Renzo's worn face.

"Ohhh… now I finally know," Yuri said, voice low and sharp. "You're here, huh?"

There was no surprise in his tone—just tension, controlled and simmering.

Renzo let out a weak chuckle, lifting his head fully now. Despite the exhaustion in his eyes, there was a glint of something still alive in him.

"Yuri, boy…" he rasped. "You haven't changed. Still brave as ever."

Yuri's jaw tightened, stepping even closer until he was just a few feet away.

"Once my girl returns," he said, voice calm but edged with steel,

"I'm bringing her here… to face you, Renzo."

The silence that followed was thick.

Renzo's shoulders began to shake—

a low chuckle breaking the silence.

Then, he laughed.

Not the kind of laugh that held joy—

But the kind soaked in mockery, in twisted pride.

"Y/N…" he said through his grin, head leaning back against the chair.

"She's a cute girl, Yuri. Sweet. Soft."

He looked straight at him now, eyes gleaming.

"How will she hurt me, huh? Even the sound of a shot makes her tremble."

He let out another laugh.

"She'd probably drop the gun before even aiming it at me."

His words cut like knives—deliberate.

Sharp.

Aimed not at Y/N…

But at Yuri's belief in her.