The ground was a blue tarp covered in an extremely slippery layer of gel, making it completely impossible to stand steady.
Joshua falling like this meant that his entire pair of pants was bound to get dirty.
He could not help frowning, his expression icy as he stared at his own hands. In the end, he still suppressed his disgust and placed his hands down to brace himself as he stood up.
His legs wobbled nonstop, but even so, he eventually managed to find a rhythm.
Step by arduous step, he moved forward, falling three more times in the process.
[I swear Joshua definitely doesn't know how to ice skate]
[Alright, but how can this even be compared to ice skating, this kind of slippery feeling is really hard to control]
[Come on, come on!]
