"Fūko, did you just arrive here?"
Since the little creature had already shown a liking for the name Fūko, Lin Feng decided to keep calling it that.
According to the results from Doraemon's universal analyzer in the original story, Fūko was actually a small typhoon with its own intelligence.
Although it couldn't speak, simple communication wasn't a problem at all.
"Fwoo~! Fwoo~!"
Hearing Lin Feng's question, Fūko happily nodded.
The aura around Lin Feng made it feel very comfortable, so it wanted to stay with him as long as possible. Whatever Lin Feng said, it would eagerly respond to.
"I see..."
Lin Feng rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the small orange typhoon spinning in front of him.
If Fūko had just arrived here, that meant the "Messenger of the Winds" storyline was just beginning.
Perhaps the typhoon earlier had appeared because the will-seal of the Aran Tribe's leader, Uranda, had been released—otherwise, Fūko wouldn't have been able to come here.
The little guy in front of him was part of the monster Mafūka. If the people from the Aran Tribe got hold of it, they could use an incantation to resurrect Mafūka—and the world would be in danger of destruction.
Although Nobita and the Windmasters wasn't as perilous or grand as The Great Adventure into the Underworld, if handled carelessly, things could still go terribly wrong.
But for now, the most urgent matter...
Lin Feng decided he needed to find a doll or stuffed toy for Fūko to possess.
Because in just the short time since Fūko had arrived, the entire room had already been turned upside down by the winds it generated.
The blanket and pillows on his bed were blown onto the tatami floor, and the neat stack of drawing drafts on his desk was now scattered all over the room.
In the past, Lin Feng might have felt his blood pressure spike at the sight.
But since he had started training in the Breath of the Sun and mastered the technique of Total Concentration Breathing: Constant, his temperament had become much calmer.
With a peaceful mind, he could now see things in perspective and not be so easily swayed by emotion.
However, after searching his entire room, Lin Feng realized he didn't have anything resembling a stuffed toy at all.
Looking helplessly at the small orange typhoon still spinning around and creating gusts in his room, he sighed.
Honestly, he still wasn't mentally prepared to get involved in a full-blown Doraemon movie adventure.
Sure, Doraemon and Nobita always seemed to have happy endings in their movie adventures—but the dangers were very real. One misstep could lead to injury... or even death.
And most importantly, Lin Feng couldn't be sure whether the Messenger of the Winds storyline would unfold as expected under the current circumstances.
In fact, things already seemed to be veering off the original path.
Because Lin Feng possessed the Breath of the Sun, Fūko had chosen to come to him instead of following Nobita like in the original story.
What would happen next was anyone's guess.
Even though Lin Feng knew Fūko's background from the original movie, there was still too much he couldn't predict. He could only take things one step at a time.
After all, the villains' ultimate goal was to gather the three Mafūka Orbs and unseal the monster Mafūka.
So as long as Lin Feng kept Fūko safe and out of the Aran Tribe's hands, he'd be doing enough.
He also remembered that the Messenger of the Winds incident eventually involved the Time Patrol from the Time Bureau.
Looking at his messy room, Lin Feng decided to stop overthinking and just clean up first.
"Come on, Fūko, can you stay in here for a bit? I need to tidy up the room."
To keep Fūko from making things worse while he cleaned, Lin Feng coaxed it into a kettle—like a mischievous uncle luring a kindergartener into playing hide-and-seek.
After all, in the original story, the little creature had once hidden in Nobita's family kettle—and even got roasted by his mom on the stove.
So letting it stay there for a while shouldn't be a problem.
"Fwoo~! Fwoo~!"
Perhaps because it liked Lin Feng's aura so much, Fūko obediently flew into the kettle without complaint.
"Good job. You're really well-behaved. Once I'm done cleaning, I'll treat you to something nice."
Lin Feng smiled in satisfaction. He hadn't expected Fūko to be this obedient—after all, in the original, it had been quite a handful at Nobita's house.
But its obedience was certainly a blessing. It would save him a lot of trouble while he cleaned.
After about half an hour, the room was finally back to normal.
However, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a bit helpless—Fūko had been a little too enthusiastic when it first came in. While spinning around excitedly, it had blown his bedding onto the floor... and worse, scattered his drawing drafts everywhere.
In the original story, Fūko could use its wind powers to restore everything to order—she even tidied Nobita's room that way.
But Lin Feng hadn't let Fūko help this time because he was afraid it might overdo it and ruin his artwork.
Ironically, a few of his drafts had already been torn by the gusts when Fūko first arrived.
Those ruined drawings were now impossible to submit to his publisher.
"Fwoo... fwoo~"
Perhaps sensing Lin Feng's mild frustration, Fūko nudged open the kettle lid, revealing a pair of cute, blinking eyes.
It let out a few soft whirling sounds that almost sounded like an apology.
"It's okay, Fūko. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. I'll just redraw them."
Lin Feng smiled gently, his tone calm and reassuring as he comforted the little typhoon that looked so pitiful and remorseful.
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