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(Translated and Arranged by Saya)

Zombie apocalypse? No, it’s just Tokyo lol

Good morning. 

Let me tell you a story of what happened when I went camping around Mount Atago.1️⃣

Back then, I was still a student. 

It was at the end of a summer, and I went camping with my two best friends (both male) whom I loved so much that I could probably lick their asses if they asked me.

The place we went was a hidden spot in the middle of a mountain which was inaccessible without the landowner’s permission (I’m not the landowner). 

In addition, there were only three guys, fooling around, with plenty of drinks - you can see where this was heading. 

Soon, all three of us were stripping naked, shouting “Razoku!” (Note: 裸族 naked tribe, or people who like to stay undressed when they are at home.)

Looking back, this behaviour might have incurred the wrath of some entity that lived in the mountain.

The incident happened on the second day at dinner time.

Being the only one who knew how to cook, I was preparing the dinner. We were to have sukiyaki2️⃣ that day. 

While I was cooking beef, I realised that I didn’t have the cooking sake, so I asked my friend A, who was lying naked on a hammock: “can you fetch me the cooking sake?” 

But A said, “No f*cking way.” 

Now I should first tell you a little bit about A. 

He is usually an over-the-top nice guy, so under normal circumstances, he would have said yes to my request without hesitation. 

I thought, “is he in a bad mood?” and went to fetch the sake from the cooler in the tent myself. 

There was a distance of about 5 metres from the cooking place to the tent, and I was away only for about 20 seconds. 

The other friend B was sleeping in the tent. 

I was shocked when I came back. The meat in the pot had completely vanished. 

Somehow, I was convinced that it was A who had eaten it all, and I angrily went up to him.

Had I been a little more level-headed, I would have immediately realised that it was impossible for one person to gobble up boiling hot meat prepared for three hungry boys within 20 seconds in one go. 

Moreover, A was usually a saint. He would never act like a greedy ass-hole in a million years. 

“Did you eat it?”

A stared back at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. Of course, he would act like that. The fact was that it was impossible for A to have eaten it all. 

“Can’t you see that the meat is gone?”

I was furious but A was sneering at me, saying, “why should I care?” 

His behaviour, which was so unlike him, enraged me even more that I could hardly hold back the urge to murder him on the spot.

Here I must again tell you that I was obviously in an abnormal state of mind at the time, and I was feeling my own emotions get out of control. 

I remember that a part of me was observing all this, thinking, “why am I getting so pissed off over a small stuff like this?”

(By the way, I was not drunk. I actually cannot drink. I should confess that I was the only one who was not drunk yet naked.) 

I kept yelling at A with jumbled, incoherent words, while A continued to sneer at me and repeated nonchalant “hmm” and “oh.” 

If B hadn’t turned up, I might have picked up a rock that was lying around, and bashed him to death with it. 

“What’s happening here?” B roared. 

But I couldn’t care less about it and A appeared unbothered by it, too. 

I had already fallen into a state where my mouth seemed to be moving on its own, and I no longer knew what I was saying. 

My consciousness began to fade, and the next thing I knew, fully-clothed B was standing in front of me with a water container in his hands. 

This is what I heard from B: 

B, hearing yells, came out of the tent to find two naked men with demonic expressions on their faces yelling at each other. 

According to B, my eyes “slanted upward that they were almost vertical,” and A was grinning so hard that his mouth looked like it was about to split at the corners. 

Extremely alarmed, B went back to the tent to fetch the water, which he splashed over our heads. 

We decided, in the end, to change our plans and went down the mountain on the same day. 

On our way home in the car, B told us, “your faces didn’t look like human faces.” 

The three of us are still friends, but we have stopped getting naked while camping. 

Everyone, please be careful too. 

Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you about the meat. 

We never found out what happened to it. 

But among the three of us, we share the same opinion that “it was some kind of a trap.” 

A swears he never touched it. 

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Links:

1️⃣Hiking in Japan 🇯🇵 : Kyoto's Mount Atago Winter Hike 京都, 愛宕山, 冬

2️⃣ How to Make Beef Sukiyaki | Traditional Japanese Recipe

⭐️Kansai style sukiyaki at a Kyoto restaurant, Mishima-Tei (website).