Admittedly, life in the Icewon tribe is not fun, and when he's not traveling to Joshua's base, Yanagihara usually helps out at various construction sites.

Today, however, she has a slightly different arrangement.

"Flatten the gun and don't shake your shoulders." In the snow, Yanagihara is teaching several children hunting skills.

Of course, these so-called children are actually all her acquaintances.

Al didn't talk about it, the rest of Jasmine, Joel and Yorke were naturally no strangers to her.

Because she often accompanies Jasmine and the others to and from Joshua's base, and quickly gets along with the teenage trio, DeSade thinks of her as someone who is very good at communicating with children.

So, this morning, he handed over another commission to Yanagihara.

That is to teach the trio some knowledge of hunting.

"They're getting older, and if they want to live on the ice field, they can't keep fooling around."

These are de Sade's exact words.

Then, there is the current scene.

Outside the door of the tribe, three teenagers and girls were holding their guns with difficulty, standing with Al and facing Yanagihara's cold gaze.

Perhaps because they had kept this action for too long, the arms of the three of them couldn't help but tremble, and the rifles in their hands were also shaking.

Instead, it was Al, who was still calmly holding the gun, without the slightest hint of exhaustion.

In the months that she has followed Yanagihara's wanderings, although she has not fired a gun, her foundation is already very strong.

Her hands are steady, a rare talent, and Yanagihara has always felt that way.

"Yanagihara, I can't hold it anymore." In the cold wind, Jasmine was the first to think of giving up.

Thinking back to the excitement she had just now when she first heard that she could touch a gun, there should have been many differences from now.

"Whew." Silently exhaling a mouthful of white mist, Yanagihara drooped his eyes, leaned against the stone wall, and looked at the girl and said.

"If you look at yourself, and then look at Al, don't you feel a little ashamed in your heart?"

"Hmm." With a helpless whimper, the girl pursed her lips and squeezed her grip on the barrel of her gun as she stood motionless as if she were a piece of wood.

Joel and York were similarly in bad shape, the cold and exhaustion had numbed their hands.

Still, they didn't say anything.

York always had a cold face, and Joel was still smiling.

It's just that their faces look very reluctant right now.

When the "class" was quiet again, Yanagihara nodded with his hands and continued to talk about his class.

"Question, what should I do if I find a beast while walking alone on the ice field?"

"Stay calm, judge the distance and the situation, and if there is no possibility of escape, bring your cold equipment and bury your body in the snow that is not easy to be detected, and wait for the next move of the beast." Al answered Yanagihara's question as soon as possible.

"Hmm." Nodding in satisfaction, Yanagihara looked sideways at Al and continued to ask.

"What is the purpose of this?"

"One is to avoid a head-on confrontation as much as possible, and the other is that if the beast eventually finds you, you can also launch a surprise attack when it is careless."

With a serious face, Al gave a very standard answer with a gun.

"Not bad." Yanagihara approvingly agreed, then looked around the crowd and asked the next question.

"So, now please tell me what is the largest beast that can be considered hunting with more than five people alone?"

The question is obviously pertinent, because Jasmine and the twin teenagers combined, are exactly three people.

"Icewolf, and it must be a weak individual acting alone."

This time, it was Al who was the first to answer.

Glancing helplessly at the three teenagers, Yanagihara began to wonder if they were children born in the tribe.

I don't even have this basic common sense.

"Don't look at us like that, we haven't hunted." As if noticing Yanagihara's gaze, York tugged at his mouth and said lightly.

"Haha, we really don't know much about this." Yoel stepped up again, acting as a light-hearted person.

Shaking his head silently, Yanagihara picked up the rifle he had in his hand and expertly disassembled it and explained.

"Commonly used civilian rifles can usually be divided into, stabs, barrels, sights, magazines, pistons, receivers, guns, butts and other components······"

Listening to lectures seems boring for people of any generation.

Of course, it is not excluded that sometimes there will be some people who really love learning, but the three teenagers and girls are obviously not part of this category.

By noon, when Yanagihara went back to the tribe to get food, they all sat down on the ground.

"Al, did Yanagihara train you like this before?" Moving her shoulders, Jasmine rolled her eyes and grumbled at Al.

"No, she rarely takes the initiative to train me, and I usually listen to her on my own." Al sat cross-legged in the snow with his rifle in his hand, obediently answering Jasmine's question.

"Oh my God, can you listen to such boring content?" Mouth opened incredulously, and Jasmine expressed her incomprehension.

"There might be some." Al didn't deny what Jasmine said was boring, but then blinked his eyes and stated a flat fact.

"Just if you want to survive on the ice sheets, this knowledge is a must."

Then the boys and girls sitting beside her fell silent.

They all know that Al and Yanagihara are wanderers from the ice field.

But they never imagined how difficult it would be to survive on the ice sheet.

It wasn't until they heard Al's words that they seemed to suddenly understand something about the meaning of the word survival.

yes, survival is more important than boredom, isn't it?

Perhaps compared to Al, they were already very lucky.

The teenagers thought, at least, at El's age, they didn't have to worry about survival.

Probably out of pity, Jasmine reached out and touched Al's snow-white hair.

Joel started the joke for no apparent reason, making both girls smile.

York, on the other hand, turned his head to look at the flying snow in the sky, and thought with a puzzled look.

Mom and Dad, could this be the reason why you wanted to make Joshua?

Let the three words live, for people, don't be so heavy.