Fluffy Doctor

After bidding farewell to the Wise, we walked through the bustling underground passages. Dwarfs hurried past, busy with their tasks, while we pondered our next move. The air was thick with anticipation and uncertainty as we navigated the maze-like tunnels.

Our goal now was to find gunpowder for our plan. I talked with Hiroshi silently, as we discussed the scarcity of this crucial resource. Just as we went through our options, Will, our fellow traveler, overheard our conversation and chimed in.

"Hey, I heard you guys talkin' about gunpowder," Will said, joining our discussion. "I know where the dwarfs stash their supplies."

Surprised by Will's timely intervention, Hiroshi and I exchanged glances, silently wondering what he could mean by it.

I spoke up, my voice reflecting a blend of gratitude and skepticism.

"Really?" I said surprised,

"Your people have been working a lot harder in these mines, but I don't think you guys could spare some gunpowder here. It is dangerous since this place can come down any minute." Said Hiroshi, skeptical of the idea, even though he did see the dwarfs do a lot of variations of work.

Then Will flashed a reassuring smile and nodded confidently. "We have been fighting with those creatures ever since we moved here. We know what dangers the explosives hold, as well as they know we wouldn't use them."

"That is why they are hunting you with those spears?" said Hiroshi, talking sharp and direct.

"Most probably. But my people have taken great precautions to ensure those creatures do not venture any closer than they already have. We've developed strategic methods for using the gunpowder, carefully selecting when and where to deploy it. Our guns are designed to repel the creatures, not to end their lives. We must be cautious, as collapsing the tunnels would risk the lives of our own people—men, women, and children alike."

"So that is why your people have been here for so long?" Hiroshi's curiosity sparked.

"It is one of the reasons, but we are still yet to find more ways to escape." He turned his head to us, "Thanks to you people, we may have hope and change some things around here, but it will be only best for us to wait for the Wise's plan and see how things would move on from there."

Curiosity piqued, and we followed Will as he led us through the intricate network of tunnels. The darkness grew thicker, and the air turned cooler, reminding us of the hidden perils that lurked within these depths.

Will pressed forward, his torch casting eerie shadows against the damp cave walls. His voice cut through the silence, guiding us with an air of familiarity.

"Keep your wits about you," he cautioned. "We're entering the section where we need to go. But watch your step; this part of the mine can be unstable."

As we ventured deeper, the narrow passages twisted and turned, revealing glimpses of massive caverns and the distant hum of activity. The scent of metal mingled with the earthy aroma, a testament to the dwarfs' tireless labor and ingenuity.

Will's torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows that played tricks on our senses. The occasional drip of water echoed through the silence, adding to the mysterious ambiance. Spider webs adorned the corners, their delicate threads illuminated by the torchlight. Jagged rocks protruded from the walls, creating a treacherous path that required careful navigation.

With each step, Hiroshi's uneasiness was palpable. His eyes darted around, his expression a mix of curiosity and wariness. He voiced his concerns, his voice tinged with unease, "We might get eaten here. It wouldn't be surprising if you told us those creatures could devour us in a single bite."

Will, undeterred, reassured us with a calm tone, "Trust me, I know where to find it."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of navigating the dark and treacherous cave, we reached a section that was different from the rest. Here, the sounds of metal clinking and faint murmurs filled the air. Dwarfs in their rugged attire busily worked, their hands skillfully crafting guns of various sizes and designs. The air was filled with the scent of iron and gunpowder, creating an intoxicating mix.

The sight before us was both impressive and awe-inspiring. Tables were cluttered with tools, gun parts, and blueprints. The dwarfs moved with precision and purpose, their expertise evident in every motion. Sparks flew as hammers struck metal, creating a symphony of industry.

Amidst this organized chaos, barrels of gunpowder were carefully stored, their contents vital to the crafting process. The room hummed with energy, tangible anticipation for the weapons that would aid them in their battle against the Shadow Bloodline.

We stood there, taking in the scene, a mixture of admiration and realization settling upon us

And with that, our group moved forward, Will confidently leading us through the expansive, cave-like tunnels. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and urgency as we walked among the diligent dwarfs, their focused expressions revealing the gravity of the situation.

Passing by the dwarfs diligently working on their craft, we followed Will towards a crate nestled in the corner. He deftly unlatched the lid, revealing a treasure trove of gunpowder within.

Hiroshi's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and grumpiness, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"This should be enough to get us started," he muttered, his voice laced with a tinge of eagerness. He turned to Will, his tone serious yet tinged with curiosity, "How much of this can we use for our plan?"

Will's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of uncertainty flashing across his features. "Well, we've allocated a portion of the gunpowder for our own defenses," he explained, his voice measured. "But I believe we can spare a significant amount to aid your cause. We understand the importance of what you're trying to accomplish."

Hiroshi nodded, his gaze fixated on the crate. "And what about the guns you use? Are they powerful enough to repel the Shadow Bloodline?"

A spark of pride glinted in Will's eyes as he reached for one of the nearby workbenches. He picked up a firearm, the craftsmanship evident in its design. It was sturdy yet compact, with intricate engravings adorning its surface.

"These are our weapons," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and caution.

They're designed to repel the creatures without causing excessive collateral damage. We've struck a balance between power and precision, ensuring the safety of our people and the integrity of the mine."

Hiroshi examined the gun, his fingers tracing the engravings with a mix of fascination and skepticism.

Then his mind raced with possibilities as he silently examined the gun he had taken from the workbench. The intricate engravings and the craftsmanship spoke of the dwarfs' dedication to their craft. A plan began to form in his mind, his excitement growing.

His eyes lit up with newfound enthusiasm as he turned to Will. "I have an idea," he exclaimed, his voice brimming with energy. "Do you have a map of the mine? Specifically, one that shows the weak points, areas where the cave structure is vulnerable?"

Will nodded, understanding the wheels turning in Hiroshi's mind. He retrieved a rolled-up parchment from a nearby drawer and unfurled it on the table. The map revealed intricate details of the mine, with certain sections clearly marked as areas of structural vulnerability. Hiroshi's gaze darted across the parchment, his finger tracing along the marked areas.

"We've been marking down the weak parts of the mine," Will explained, his voice steady. "It helps us navigate and prevents unnecessary conflict that could lead to further cave-ins."

A triumphant smile spread across Hiroshi's face as his plan took shape. "We'll use the gunpowder we've acquired on these weak points."

Then he continued to explain, "We can create controlled collapses that will distract the Shadow Bloodline and create an opportunity for us to escape."

I, who had been observing the conversation, interjected with a spark of recognition. "Hiroshi, remember the light hole we saw with Lezlie? The one that leads to the outside world?"

Hiroshi's face lit up, the pieces of their plan falling into place. "With the explosives as a distraction, we can make our way to that light hole and escape."

Will's eyes widened as Hiroshi unveiled their strategy, a mix of surprise and admiration crossing his face. "You've got a plan, and it's a damn good one," he exclaimed, his voice filled with newfound hope. "But there's something else you should know."

He gestured for Hiroshi and me to follow him to a corner of the chamber. There, nestled amidst crates and tools, was a narrow gap in the rock, where a chilly breeze wafted through. "This is the gap we've been examining for months," Will explained, his voice tinged with both excitement and weariness. "We've felt the cold air coming out of it, a sign that it leads to the surface."

Hiroshi's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the gap. "That could be our way out," he muttered, a mixture of relief and anticipation flooding his voice.

Will nodded. "Indeed, but here's the catch. We've spent most of our time examining this gap, trying to widen it enough for us to squeeze through. As a result, we haven't been able to dedicate as much time to crafting and maintaining our guns. They're functional, but many of them are broken and in need of repair."

Hiroshi's brows furrowed as he picked up one of the guns from the table. He examined its intricate mechanism, a complex array of gears and springs. "I think I can help with that," he said, a twinkle of confidence in his eyes.

His sharp eyes scrutinized the intricate mechanism of the gun, his fingers tracing along the interlocking gears and delicate springs. As he studied the design, a realization dawned upon him. He had encountered a similar model in the past, albeit with a crucial flaw that hindered its performance.

His grumpy demeanor shifted, replaced by a focused intensity. With a quick twist, he detached the gun's barrel, revealing the culprit—a misaligned gear that disrupted the firing mechanism. Hiroshi's lips curled into a small, knowing smirk.

"The problem lies here," he stated matter-of-factly, his voice cool and confident. "This gear is out of sync, causing the firing pin to jam. No wonder these guns haven't been working properly."

Will's eyes widened with surprise, a mix of curiosity and admiration flickering in his gaze. "You've figured it out?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Hiroshi nodded, his gaze locked on the flawed gear. "Indeed. The solution is simple enough. By repositioning this gear and adjusting the tension in the firing pin, the gun will fire smoothly."

With deft hands, Hiroshi set to work, carefully realigning the gear and ensuring it meshed seamlessly with the surrounding components. He then fine-tuned the tension in the firing pin, a precise adjustment that required his utmost concentration.

Moments later, the gun was reassembled, its parts moving flawlessly in harmony. Hiroshi's icy expression softened ever so slightly, a hint of satisfaction tugging at the corners of his lips.

"There," he declared, his voice carrying a trace of grudging approval. "Now the gun should function properly. It won't kill, but it'll serve its purpose in repelling those creatures."

Will watched in awe as Hiroshi displayed his expertise, his admiration evident in his gaze. "You truly are a gunslinger through and through," he remarked, his voice filled with newfound respect. "Your knowledge and skills have breathed new life into these weapons."

He stepped back, the gun held firmly in his grasp, and his gaze met Hiroshi's. "We'll make good use of these guns," he declared, his voice carrying a blend of determination and gratitude. "They may not be able to kill, but they'll help us repel the creatures, buying us the time we need to execute our plan."

As we made our way back, wheeling the valuable gunpowder in a creaky wheelbarrow, we encountered a swarm of busy miners. In the midst of the commotion, my attention faltered, causing me to collide with an unexpected obstacle—a fluffy presence seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Startled, I watched as my map slipped from my pocket and fluttered to the ground.

Bending down to retrieve it, I couldn't believe my eyes. The static map now displayed a blinking black dot, right where I stood. It was a surprise that left me intrigued and bewildered. When I looked up, I met the gaze of an unusual figure—a panda-like being wearing the attire of a miner, complete with a straw hat.

Beneath the panda-like creature's miner's attire, I noticed his distinctive outer appearance. His fur was a lustrous black and white, contrasting against the dimly lit cave surroundings. Standing on his bare two feet, he exuded a strange combination of both animal and human-like qualities. His eyes sparkled with intelligence, conveying a deep understanding and empathy.

The panda-like being's physique was robust, his muscular frame hinting at the physical demands of his mining work. His movements, however, possessed an uncanny grace, as if he effortlessly transitioned between his animal instincts and a more refined, human-like dexterity.

Despite the somber setting of the mine, his positive smile and kind gestures brought a sense of warmth and comfort. His presence seemed to radiate a gentle aura, easing the tension that hung in the air. It was as if he carried with him a touch of the outside world, a reminder of kindness and compassion.

As I observed him, a sense of familiarity washed over me. There was something innately comforting about his demeanor, as if he had been plucked from the pages of a cherished childhood story and brought to life.

A warm smile adorned the panda-like creature's face as he spoke with genuine concern. "Sorry for the collision. Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"No, no, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I replied.

The panda-like figure, looked at us in surprise, his eyes wide with curiosity. He scratched his head and continued speaking with an air of childlike wonder.

"Wait a minute! I've never seen you here before! Are you the ones everyone's been talking about?"

I nodded, understanding his confusion. "Yes, it seems our presence has become the talk of the town. We didn't expect the news to spread so quickly."

"I must admit, your arrival has caught us off guard," he said, his voice carrying a tone of genuine curiosity. "News travels swiftly within these confines, and whispers of your presence have reached our ears. But I can't help but wonder, how did you find yourselves in such a dangerous situation? Falling into a hole surrounded by massive rocks and trees is no small feat."

I, ever the one to keep things straightforward, responded with a hint of exasperation, "It's a long story, but our intention wasn't to stumble upon this mine. We were actually in search of someone."

Panda's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he nodded in understanding. His warm smile returned, revealing his kind and open-hearted nature. "Ah, the twists and turns of life. Sometimes, fate leads us to unexpected places. But I believe our meeting was meant to be."

I glanced over at Hiroshi, who observed the Panda with a mix of confusion and intrigue. Hiroshi's stern expression betrayed a hint of curiosity, his mind seemingly working to unravel the mysteries behind the panda-like miner.

Unaffected by Hiroshi's silent scrutiny, Panda turned his attention back to me. He bowed slightly and introduced himself with a friendly tone. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Babu, a simple miner, and a paramedic. Welcome to the sacred grounds of the dwarves, where many lives to work hard."

Babu's words resonated with a sense of wonder and reverence, showcasing his appreciation for the rich history that surrounded us. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation, sensing there was more to this encounter than met the eye.

As our conversation continued, Babu's mannerisms and speech reflected his childlike curiosity. He shared insightful thoughts and meaningful words, but his language remained simple and accessible.

"You guys said you were looking for somebody. Who is that "somebody" maybe? Is that person someone special?"

"We actually started on this journey not so long ago, and we are searching for somebody that will accompany us."

"You guys didn't gather much of a big group didn't you?" said Babu, making a slight kind joke,

He then looked at us and continued, "I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll find anyone interested in a war here. People here are not very interested in it."

His words made me pause and think deeply about our mission. It was clear that our direct approach of finding a warrior to join us wouldn't work in this peaceful community. We had to come up with a different plan, one that would resonate with their values and capture their attention.

As I considered Babu's response, a realization started to dawn on me. If war wasn't something they embraced, we needed to find a way to convey our message of peace and protection. We had to tap into their longing for safety and harmony, which I believed was present among them.

But I wasn't sure if I wanted to give him an answer before I listened to him, so we agreed to follow him.

As we followed Babu through the winding tunnels, we arrived at his quaint abode hidden deep within the mine. The entrance to his house was marked by a small wooden door, adorned with ropes that dangled beside it. Its size seemed tailored to accommodate his unique physique, reflecting the careful craftsmanship of its construction. Stepping inside, our eyes were immediately drawn to the fascinating assortment of paramedic equipment that adorned the walls and shelves. The flickering lanterns cast a soft glow, illuminating the room and highlighting the intricate mechanical contraptions that Babu had fashioned from the materials available in the mine. The aroma of herbs and teas lingered in the air, their healing properties a testament to Babu's expertise in the art of medicine.

The significance of Babu's dwelling became evident as we settled ourselves amidst the comfortable yet modest furnishings. Located strategically within the mine, his house served as a vital hub for his paramedic duties. The proximity allowed him to swiftly respond to emergencies and tend to the well-being of the miners who relied on his skill and knowledge.

Intricate mechanisms, crafted from wood and iron, adorned the walls. They showcased his ability to adapt and create tools that aided him in his healing endeavors. From intricately designed splints to ingenious devices for measuring vital signs, his collection of paramedic equipment spoke volumes about his commitment to the well-being of those around him.

And after we all found a place to sit, he looked at us and said, "I don't want to waste your time, but I would like to tell you a few things about myself."

Intrigued by the collection, Hiroshi's eyes fixed on a set of intricate mechanical devices. He leaned in, studying them intently. "Babu, these tools you've made are truly something else. Can you tell us more about them?"

Babu's face lit up with pride as he approached Hiroshi, a twinkle in his eyes. "Ah, these contraptions are my pride and joy," he replied warmly. "Each one has its own story, born deep within these mines."

Pointing to a gleaming metal device adorned with delicate gears, Babu explained, "This here is a specialized stethoscope, designed to listen to the subtle rhythms of the heart. It took countless hours of refinement to achieve the perfect balance of sensitivity and precision."

As Hiroshi marveled at the craftsmanship, my curiosity got the better of me. "Babu, have you always been here in the mines, caring for the miners?"

Babu shook his head and cast his gaze downward, his Panda palm opening and closing slowly. "No, my dear friends," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "When I was but a child, I had no one. I had no lineage, no family to call my own."

Hiroshi's surprise was evident as he interjected, "But I thought you were part of the Haflet lineage."

A wistful smile crossed Babu's face as he replied, "Ah, that is a common misconception, my friend. You see, I may be a fluffy talking panda, but I possess no human traits. I am not part of that lineage."

Lezlie leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "So, what is your story, Babu? How did you end up here?"

Babu took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and gratitude. "People shunned me," he began, his voice carrying the weight of his past. "I was left to fend for myself, alone in the vast forest. Starvation seemed inevitable, but then a father figure appeared, a kind-hearted healer with formidable combat skills. He took me under his wing, nourished me, and imparted his knowledge of healing and survival."

With a reminiscent gleam in his eyes, Babu continued, "Whenever I asked him why he showed me such kindness, he would simply smile and say, 'Every living being deserves a chance at life, no matter how small or insignificant. Even the tiniest insect or the humblest plant has its place in this world.'"

"Inspired by his words," Babu recounted, "I yearned to utilize my healing knowledge to help others and all living creatures. And so, I returned to this place. It was peaceful at first, a quiet haven. When accidents occurred during the excavation, I would aid the injured with the skills my mentor had passed down to me. But peace did not endure.

From a place the miner lineage were digging, an unknown dark and cold pit appeared. It was really deep and nobody was ready to invest further in. But because of the situation they were in, we had no choice but to follow the path rather than finding another way. So the miner lineage entered the pit anyway, but they had no idea what they were facing. And just as I was about to leave, something terrible happened."

"What happened?" Lezlie asked, filling the empty air with her voice as Babu stopped.

"The creatures attacked, and despite my efforts to save everyone, they were too numerous and fast. We had no choice but to retreat here. Now, with the creatures multiplying and blocking our escape, we faced the dangers of this unknown darkness."

"No one knows if we're alive or dead. And no one came to save us either." He then looked at us and finished his words, "At this rate, we'll lose many of our people of food shortages or the mine collapsing on us."

Curiosity burning within me, I inquired, "How long have you been here, Babu?"

Babu's response was tinged with a mix of weariness and determination. "Two years, just like the others," he said, his voice carrying the weight of the trials they had endured.

"Two years is quite a long time," Hiroshi commented, his voice filled with concern. "Does your master know that you're here?"

"I sent him letters," Babu replied with a hint of sadness. "But I haven't received a response from anyone in a long time. We've tried to get out of here many times, but unfortunately, we haven't been successful."

I rose from my seat, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. The weight of our predicament pressed heavily on my shoulders, but I couldn't let it deter me. "We have an idea to escape from this place," I said, my voice filled with determination. "But we need your help and the support of the people here."

Babu looked at me curiously. "Help?" he asked. "What can you ask of me?"

"While my friends and I distract the creatures, the people here need protection," I explained.

Taking a deep breath, I outlined our strategy. "My friends and I will draw the attention of the creatures, giving you and the others time to dig a tunnel at the entrance of the door," I said. "Once the tunnel is ready, you can lead them to safety. But someone has to protect the people, and if somebody can do that, it can only be you."

With all of the things I said aside up until now, I looked at Babu with determined eyes. My eyes burned with a desire to protect these people, with a sense of their struggle all carried upon their shoulders.

I shared our strategy in vivid detail. I described how we would engage the creatures, drawing them away from the vulnerable group, while he and the others would seize the chance to dig a tunnel towards the entrance. The tunnel would serve as a pathway to freedom, guiding them to safety amidst the chaotic distraction.

As I spoke, I could see the weight of responsibility settling on Babu's broad shoulders. His eyes glinted with a mix of determination and uncertainty, contemplating the role he would play in this daring endeavor.

With unwavering conviction, I held his gaze, hoping my words would stir something within him. I hoped he would understand the significance of our mission and find the courage to stand alongside us, to be the protector these people desperately needed.

I didn't know if I could make him believe in the case I did, but at least I could give him a new understanding of his shaped hope.

At least I could have made him believe in the fact, so that he could make it reality.

Here, in this moment of anticipation, I could almost see the wheels turning in Babu's head. What thoughts were racing through his mind? Did he question the feasibility of our plan? Did he doubt his own abilities? I couldn't help but wonder.

Silence hung in the air, the weight of uncertainty palpable. I watched intently, searching for any sign of agreement or doubt in Babu's expression. The seconds stretched on, each one laden with anticipation.

Finally, breaking the stillness, Babu's voice cut through the air like a gentle breeze, and his resolve grew stronger. "I may be a little rusty, but I still possess the strength to protect those in need," he affirmed. "You can trust me on this. But how do you plan to escape?"

"By using the holes, of course," I replied.

Babu raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "The holes are nearly ten meters high," he pointed out. "How do you plan to reach them?"

"If Hiroshi can gather enough gunpowder, we can create an explosive force to make us fly to a hole," I explained.

The mention of gunpowder caught Babu's attention, a flicker of unease crossing his face. "Gunpowder,"he murmured, his voice filled with apprehension. The very notion of such a volatile substance being used in our escape raised a multitude of questioned his mind.

He seemed to ponder the potential dangers that awaited us and if we were to employ such a method. Would the explosion attract more creatures, endangering our chances of survival? Could we control the blast and ensure the safety of those around us? The risks seemed substantial, and it was imperative that we tread carefully.

With a furrowed brow, he turned to me, with his expression a mixture of contemplation and concern. "Ryuu," he began, his voice gentle yet laced with worry, "Are we certain about this plan? Have we thoroughly considered the potential consequences? I fear that the use of gunpowder could bring about unforeseen dangers, not only for us but also for the others we are trying to protect."

His gaze shifted to Hiroshi, seeking his reassurance or perhaps a different perspective on the matter. "Hiroshi, what measures can we take to minimize the risks? Can we truly control the aftermath of the explosion and ensure the safety of everyone involved?"

"If we don't use a method that would work faster, the hole you guys opened would lead to a bigger collapse of the mine and the safe place you all live in will become a chaotic place." He continued with a heavy voice filling the air, "The hole you guys dig, the one that is pushing a lot of air isn't steady. If you all want to dig a way out, it has to be quick, since the only way you can come out can collapse the moment you try to dig them."

Babu looked at him with fear and slowly understood what he said, "I see. So there is no other way than using the method we have now."

He then raised his head and looked with desperation, "But even if we do that, the creatures could come out." Babu warned. "That would be very dangerous for us."

"That's why we're not just going to use that only to escape." Hiroshi said. "We're also going to blow this place up. That's the only way we're going to get out."

I held my breath, waiting for his response, as Babu's expression flickered through a range of emotions. His face reflected the gravity of the situation, and I could see the gears turning in his mind. It was as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, pondering the risks and potential outcomes of our plan.

I watched as his features softened, as his eyes searched for resolution. The room fell silent, the only sound the gentle flickering of the flames in the lantern. The anticipation hung in the air, palpable and almost suffocating.

"I understand that." Babu said. He opened his eyes, revealing a glimmer of resolve within them. His posture straightened, a silent declaration of his commitment to the path we had chosen. "Of course, I can help you in this situation, but I have a request for you."

"What is it?" Hiroshi asked, raising an eyebrow,

Babu's voice softened. "After being here for so long, I have acquired a deep understanding of these creatures—their weaknesses, their habits, and even the intricacies of the mining routes," he explained. "I want to offer my knowledge and skills to aid in distracting the creatures while you execute the plan."

"Babu is is right, he has the most knowledge among us here," Lezlie chimed in.

Hiroshi studied Babu intently. "Considering the weight you carry, a mere explosive force might not be enough to launch you into the air," he said, assessing the situation. "But with a little adjustment and additional gunpowder, we can make it work."