Suzuki Tsubame looked utterly speechless.
Was it really necessary to argue for so long over such trivial nonsense?
They had been bickering for nearly an hour.
Ignoring Hirata, Suzuki Tsubame walked toward Horikita, who was sitting nearby.
The girl's gaze was somewhat vacant as she sat quietly on a protruding stone slab at the edge of the crowd.
As though she could not care less about anything happening around her.
He used the back of his hand to check her forehead.
Hmm... not bad.
It was only a slight fever.
He had warned her long ago to watch the air-conditioning temperature.
But she had confidently claimed that she had not been sick in years.
She had clearly not taken his words seriously at all.
"Suzuki, you tell them who's right!"
"This toilet can still be used, but this guy insists on spending points to buy another lousy toilet."
Ike pointed at the simple toilet provided by the school—or rather, calling it a cardboard box might have been more appropriate.
In any case... his face was full of indignation.
Clearly... what Shinohara cared about was complete nonsense to him.
"..."
"Ike, do you think... a single tiny box of matches is enough for everyone to survive on the island for seven days?"
Just two short sentences from Suzuki Tsubame calmed the furious Ike down.
It was as if someone had dumped a basin of cold water over his head.
"Th-this..."
Ike instinctively wanted to argue, but he did not know what reason he could use.
Ideals were full, but reality was harsh.
Though they wanted to save all their points, that was obviously impossible.
Take lodging, for example.
Two tents were clearly not enough to squeeze in thirty-nine people.
Not to mention, with so many mouths to feed, food was also