The Inseparable Princes

70. The Squashed Up Garden

Well, his job had been completed, ideally. But he still wasn't quite contented yet. He wanted to meet Ravana. How could he do that?

There weren't too many easy ways to meet a king who brimmed with arrogance and ego. Hanuman, ideally, should have devised an entire plan for that, but he did not. And, practically, he didn't have to, because he was smart enough to make decisions spontaneously. But now was the time to make that decision. How could he do something so that he could meet Ravana?

The answer was rather simple. Cause destruction in large scale and eventually, the king will have to intervene. So what was the best way to cause mass destruction? Maybe just massacring thousands of soldiers when they're not even prepared for a fight? Hanuman winced. That was not his kind, because that was not something that aligned with the ideals of Dharma. Maybe he could just set the city on fire? Well, that was quite a good idea, actually, and he could do it, but was it that feasible? Not really. And also, he wasn't in the mood for it yet. Maybe he could just destroy one of the palace gardens and invite the King to punish him? That one was a good idea. Pretty harmless. Not really harmless for the poor trees that were bending and drooping with overweight, overripe fruits. Or maybe it also helped.

Hanuman shook his head and walked up to a tree and waved at it. As though waving back, one of the branches swayed a little. Hanuman grinned and plucked a fruit and put it in his mouth. And next, he grew his size a little and grabbed the tree by its trunk and uprooted it, throwing it at a distance and causing a lot of chaos.

As he had expected, soldiers of different sizes came up to him, glared at him and laughed at him in a supposedly threatening, menacing manner. Well, that only made Hanuman laugh - genuinely - not like the demon soldiers.  When Hanuman laughed, the soldiers laughed some more, and as the former hugged another tree and uprooted it, holding it up such that he could kill all those soldiers, about fifty of them only, at once. Finally, it looked like the soldiers were starting to realise that the monkey really was a force to be reckoned with, and that he wasn't just somebody who had turned up for passing his time, as the soldiers had earlier presumed.

The soldiers threw their spears at Hanuman and showered arrows at him too, but nothing really seemed to harm the now gigantic creature, because he just pushed them away like they were insignificant insects. To Hanuman, however, even if he were in his regular form, those soldiers were nothing, because that was how good a warrior Hanuman was. 

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"Do you think anybody would've found information from the troop that went southward? They haven't returned yet. And the heroes in that troop, Hanuman, Angad, Jambavan, Nal, Neel, so many more!" said Rama, as Lakshmana shook his head.

"Heroes, certainly, but what if they don't find Bhabhi? What if they can't succeed in doing so?" said Lakshmana pessimistically as Rama smiled subtly at Lakshmana.

"Why can't they? I mean, why the word 'can't'?" asked Rama rather curiously.

"What if the place is out of their reach? Like-Like... I don't know! What if it really is a place that's out of reach?" asked Lakshmana.

"What did you tell me when I almost ended the world with an arrow?" asked Rama, chuckling slightly. "What did you tell me all the time when we were still looking for Kishkindha?"
Lakshmana raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Can't you just tell me?" asked Lakshmana, annoyed.

"Nah, that isn't any fun!" said Rama, playfully smacking Lakshmana's arm, as the latter had his eyebrows raised and settled right there in serious exasperation.