It's called a Mine not Ours

Shizuka's ears perked, among the racing heartbeats, the sound of spades on dirt and gravel, the grunting of men, and the stamping of boots, there was a sound played between. Like the sound of a mountainside breaking, crackling and echoing low notes. Imino's attention turned to the skies in the distance, black clouds on the horizon. They heralded bad news, casting shadows below them. The rain was always a blessing in the desert but those were few and almost exactly in the time of year and today was not such a day. In fact, it was still many months away from the rainy season.

Though her face did not show it, there was mild anger growing inside her. If rage was boiling, she felt a simmer. There was no chance that big of a storm cloud was not reported by the scouts. It appeared out of nowhere and it felt awful like it was the act of several shinobi. Shinobi whose village had good knowledge of water chakra nature. Imino raised her voice calling the mine foreman to her. He scampered over, his slightly overweight body sweating and lungs wheezing.

"We have another problem. Tell your men to stop securing the other mines. They need to all get out now or they will drown when the storms come. Tell them to dig trenches 3 feet deep from here all along the entrance. Forget about a collection pool, we'll have to flood your biggest mine."

The man nodded quickly getting his men in line. He was the foreman for a reason. His men quickly got to work, never questioning him. Though the oncoming storms were reason enough to act quickly. They all knew when it rained in the desert it rained hard, flooding ravines and cutting off parts of the land. A giant hole was just a death trap to anyone still inside.

Imino felt the winds kick up, the clouds rolling towards them. They didn't have enough time to dig them through. With no one to use earth release. She called for the foreman again, they needed to blow the mine. There was a chance they would die from collapse but if the storm got here before that, they'd die without a doubt.

But the pressure, the pressure from the explosion will kill them!
"Get a steel rod, a think one. Use it as a nail and ram it through. When it's through we can make a small charge to make the hole big enough for them to crawl out of."

It was a dangerous plan and a wild gamble but the foreman considered it. Soon he had his demolition experts calculating the payload and if it was possible at all. Meanwhile, the rest stopped digging, now ramming thick steel rods into the earth. The rods formed a circular tube, much like bars in a vault door. The hopes were that a small enough explosion would dislodge just in the inner circle and create a tunnel for them to escape out of.

The rain had already begun to fall when the preparations were complete. Everyone ran for cover and the fuses would go off. The plan worked, only a thin layer of dirt remained. The men quickly dug it out and those trapped inside flooded out. They were so relieved that the first thing they did was dive into the trenches of water to cool off. They'd be escorted to medical tents to be examined while rest of the mines were shut off until the storm passed.

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