Quick summary. The results of my scouting were: There was no river or source of water nearby, unless I climb the mountain again to use snow. There seemed to be the ocean nearby, only a measly 2 days walk...

  Shaking my head in despair, I gnced at my shirt . The pin cloth shirt that was worn down now had splotches of brown dried blood. But a brilliant idea blossomed in my head. This is dry, and brown. Somehow my previous excursions into the ground hasn't resulted in dirt completely, unless the slide down the mountain removed all of it. All I needed to do is sp dirt into the cloth. As simple as that.

  Raising my shirt, I admired my handiwork. A solid brown shirt, appearance reminiscent of leather. This eborate piece of work surely can stop some things from hitting me, hopefully.

  "Now time to see if it fits."

  Stretching my arms into holes, it was tight. But the rocks I shaped shifted as I moved, like it softened over time. The original shirt inside helped keep it in shape, preventing it from deforming too much. One arm into the ground and out.

  "No problem!"

  Grinning foolishly, I swung my arm around. Bits and pieces of shrapnel flew off into the distance. Just need to check on my wounds. Peeking inside my shirt by lifting the colr, I pulled off a part of the bandage. Scabs had already formed over the wounds. It seems like I had an enhanced regeneration thankfully. I still have to check what day it is. So back to the camp to lurk. No way any random group has some way to discover me.

  'They helped me, however the unfortunate circumstances of how I woke up is sour. I still have to repay it or just don't, just leech off them in an inconspicuous way. No food is required but what comes out needs to be replenished. Maybe I can beg for food?'

  Thoughts churning in my head, I walked through the dirt back to the people. They seemed like they were heavily armed. Daggers and what-not pced over the individuals that I met. They were tidy, but in a different kind of way. And they were wearing more unique clothes that I never saw before. A scarf that covers the head also somethings like pte mail... they definitely are something dangerous. Shivering, it was strange to shiver in this temperate underground. Biting on my nails unconsciously I swerved my head back and forth.

  'Was I discovered? No that can't be. Maybe it has to do with how quiet it has gotten aboveground.'

  Sinking deeper, I pressed my ear against the side of the ground. Something like ruffling and sounds of shoes inching towards my general location. If they were even more professional, they would continue to speak while being prepared, which is the worst scenario. Time flowed, as I stood still for a few minutes. No sound or vibration could be heard anymore. Maybe they had to leave all of a sudden, and they moved really silently.

  Leaning back with hands below my head, I was prepared to take a nap. I didn't want to be pulled up like a radish the moment I showed any part of myself, I had enough of that. Right as I was about to sleep, the commotion returned, jolting me awake again. A sigh of relief! Didn't fall for that trap! The corners of my lips tugged upwards, as I tried to nap again.

  Sounds of something heavy echoed across the ground. Thumps of what seemed to be tree logs repeatedly smming away over, and over, and over again. My ears twitched. As they seemed really certain that someone or thing was under them.

  'Was this on purpose? Ignore it, ignore it... Fuck them.'

  Smacking the ground with my hand, I channeled energy through the earth setting off a minor rumble. This was sure to send cracks above the ground, enough to destroy any setup they had in their camp, but not enough to hurt them. Faint sounds of yelps were heard as I contently napped again.

  'They started drumming again, this time with fervor and revenge? They started it.'

  Snorting, a vein on my head popped, I move, or they stop, it seems. Raising an arm, I poked a finger through the dirt above, leaving a tunnel to the air above. Head tilted up, I shout.

  "Shuddap!"

  The drumming stopped, with people whispering in hushed conversation. A brief moment ter, an eye appeared where the hole I poked was. Honestly really amazing, a hole of this size found so quickly. I had scooted off to the side, to not get dirt thrown into my eyes. Something like that is annoying even if you don't feel anything from it. The eye was repced with a mouth.

  "Come out and stop spying on us."

  A different voice from the ones I've heard resonated down the hole. It was a husky voice, like it got dampeners on it. Sounds reasonable, I should go out to talk, it's not polite to talk like this. We should be face to face. No. Something's wrong. Plugging my ears with fingers, I did something only a brat of like 8 years old would do.

  "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! I'M NOT LISTENING!"

  No one here can take me out. Why would I leave the safety just to be a man? I am still too young. Did my birthday pass already? Most people leave their home at around 16 to learn under a master or to fully join the army. Or at least that was how it was back in Demacia. My will wavered in these thoughts.

  Unbeknownst to my knowledge, the mouth was gone as something else came down the hole. A hook rapidly wrapped around my arm that was the only thing visible to them. Feeling a tug on my arm. I gnced at it. Something shiny as well as lines of fishline drew tight on my arm. Deja vu fshed in my face as I felt something bad. Not again...

  Logically, a line this thing shouldn't be able to lift me up. But in my current state, nothing was really keeping me from lifting up. How else would I move so freely underground? All I can do is try to spread my limbs and stop pushing the dirt away so I could hook and leverage the dirt. A menacing voice crooned towards me.

  "We are being reasonable and only using a fishing rod. What do you think about a few knives?"

  I hate being coerced. Caught arm swinging up, I shook the earth as well as swiped a wad of dirt out to plug the hole, before using my teeth to bite the line in an attempt to break it.

  "Haha! The fish has bitten the hook!"

  A cheerful man ughed as I was abruptly pulled upwards, the weight distributed between arm and head in an awkward fashion. A clear sky greeted me as 5 people surrounded me, more in the background. Twisting my body to go back down, the scruff of my neck was pinched. I croaked.

  "Uuuugghh, hi?"