Each of the four absent friends was at a loss for words, nobody knew how to react reasonably.
After a wind blew against us, I felt a coldness that I have never felt in my life. It was just cold. Icy cold that hurt even to inhale.
"H-hey...boys... where are we?" Napat said in a trembling voice.
"I don't know..." answered Can.
"It's extremely cold..." Napat replied.
'No shit Sherlock. Everyone is freezing here.' Bruno commented. He's always been a little harsh on Napat.
"Oh god...My feet and hands are all red," Napat replied.
"No wonder you're not even wearing shoes," Can replied
"You're no better, Mr. Tank-Top man," Napat shot back.
"At least he's wearing long pants..." Bruno countered for Can.
"Yeah, how was I supposed to know we were landing here..." Napat said.
You could see that even standing here is extremely exhausting.
"Okay guys, put on whatever clothes you have with you. We're freezing to death here.' I instruct them. Then I opened my training bag. Like the others, my hands were completely red and frozen, which made it difficult to open my pockets and put on my clothes. Luckily, each of us had at least one type of sweater/cardigan and long pants with us.
Afterwards, after each of us had equipped ourselves with several layers of summer clothing, it was still extremely cold, but it helped.
"Eh... guys... I don't have any shoes with me..." Napat said.
"What?!" Can and I answer synchronously, as if we've rehearsed this reaction together in private.
'Somehow my shoes aren't there. Most likely I forgot them at home," Napat replied, then sighed.
"Oh my God," was the reaction Bruno gave, followed by a facepalm.
The only question I had in my head was, "How are we going to survive this?"
And so the four friends, who wanted to spend a leisurely week in their last summer holidays in Japan, set out to survive in an unknown ice tundra in which they landed.