So it gave up its original plan altogether and turned toward the direction where it sensed that familiar warmth.
As for how badly Gian would end up beating Nobita—well, that would depend on Nobita's own luck and fate.
While the little orange whirlwind chased after the scent it loved and left the scene, Suneo finally arrived.
He managed to catch the tail end of Gian's pummeling of Nobita, but failed to notice that the orange whirlwind he'd been tracking earlier had disappeared somewhere.
"Damn it... where did that thing go...?"
Frustrated and unwilling to give up, Suneo could only go elsewhere to look for the orange whirlwind again.
As for Gian's beating of Nobita, well—he'd seen that show more times than he could count. Missing it once or twice didn't matter.
—
Meanwhile.
Lin Feng was sitting cross-legged on his bed, meditating as he practiced the Breath of the Sun.
Although he had obtained the Breath of the Sun used by Yoriichi Tsugikuni from Demon Slayer through a system lottery, Lin Feng, after all, had only ever been a manga artist before this. To truly grasp the essence of that breathing technique would require considerable time and effort.
Even though his physical fitness had improved drastically—ten times that of an average person—thanks to this breathing art, the benefits of the technique went far beyond that.
The so-called Total Concentration Breathing, Constant Form required maintaining a steady, conscious rhythm of breathing at all times.
By doing so, oxygen could flow through every cell of the body, enhancing recovery, stabilizing the mind, and sharpening mental focus.
At the moment, Lin Feng was meditating, practicing slow, deep breaths, feeling the air flow past his fingertips, sharpening his concentration, and gradually sensing the changes within his own body.
It was a monotonous process, yes—but an extremely effective one.
He had no idea when those movie-plot crises might come knocking. Since he now had a method to strengthen himself, he had to make full use of it.
Beside him, Chachamaru lay quietly near the bed, paws tucked under its chest, eyes half-closed, accompanying Lin Feng in his meditation.
The weather was lovely that day, so when Lin Feng woke up that morning, he had opened the balcony window to let in some fresh air.
But just then, Chachamaru suddenly perked up, its eyes turning sharply toward the window.
As the cat moved, the wisteria in the flowerpot on the windowsill swayed gently in the breeze.
That wisteria, of course, was the one Lin Feng had once drawn from the system lottery for ten thousand reputation points. Finding it useless, he had simply tossed it into an empty pot by the window.
Unexpectedly, it had proven to be quite resilient—after a few rainfalls, it had sprouted new shoots and begun to grow.
Yet it wasn't the wisteria that caught Chachamaru's attention.
It was the small orange whirlwind that suddenly flew in through the open window.
"Meow~?"
Chachamaru immediately sprang up from the bed, letting out a questioning meow toward the orange whirl, clearly unsure of what it was.
But uncertainty didn't stop it from becoming cautious. This was, after all, an unknown thing intruding into its home—and as the household's guardian, Chachamaru naturally had to be on alert.
"Whoosh~! Whoosh~!"
The orange whirlwind, having entered the room, immediately sensed that the alluring warmth it had been chasing was even stronger here.
Excited, it rushed straight toward Lin Feng—who was still seated in meditation—and began circling him rapidly, ignoring Chachamaru's wary stance altogether.
"This is... Fuuko?!"
Lin Feng had opened his eyes the moment he heard Chachamaru's warning meow toward the window.
When he saw the small orange whirlwind rush into the room, he was completely stunned.
Before he could even react, the little thing was already beside him, rubbing affectionately against his body—just like old friends reunited after years apart.
To be honest, once Lin Feng recognized what this little creature was, he couldn't hide his shock.
The orange whirlwind before him looked exactly like Fuuko, the sentient mini-typhoon from Doraemon: Nobita and the Windmasters, one of the three sealed Mafūka wind orbs!
"Whoosh~! Whoosh~!"
As if pleased to be called that name, the orange whirlwind let out a few joyful bursts of sound, clearly in agreement.
"Meow~!"
Chachamaru, however, remained tensed and ready to pounce, prepared to strike the moment anything went wrong.
"It's alright, Chachamaru. Don't worry—this little one isn't dangerous."
Seeing the cat's taut, battle-ready stance, Lin Feng smiled and stroked its head gently to calm it down.
Once Chachamaru settled a bit, Lin Feng turned his attention back to Fuuko.
Watching the sentient little typhoon spin excitedly around him in delight, Lin Feng couldn't help but start piecing things together.
If he remembered correctly, Fuuko loved warm and comfortable environments—and it fed on warm air.
The reason it had found its way here must have been because of his Breath of the Sun training.
After all, during that breathing practice, his body emitted energy waves akin to solar warmth.
That must've been what drew this little one in.
Now that he understood what it was, Lin Feng relaxed considerably.
He remembered the Doraemon: Nobita and the Windmasters movie vividly.
This adorable little creature might look harmless now, but in the end, it had sacrificed itself heroically—perishing together with the monstrous Mafūka that sought to destroy the world. The scene had left a lasting impression on him.
He truly hadn't expected that, after crossing into this world, the very first movie arc he'd encounter would be The Windmasters.