Everyone shivered, climbing close together to stay warm. "Wh-where a-are w-we Do-do-Dojo?" Torie asked, her teeth chattering and her lips blue. Kimiko used her fire element to help them keep warm, although the wind was so fierce it kept blowing out. Dojo himself was getting cold, but tried not to show it.
"We're in Antarctica kids," he calmly replied, and they all gasped. Dojo had warned them they'd be in cold climates, but they hadn't expected something as cold as this.
Kimiko wore a different outfit, as usual. Her hair fell down to her waist, white in color. On her head perched a red beanie, contrasting sharply to the white hair. She wore a sleeveless white dress, although a red, non-zipped jacket kept her arms warm enough. Red Capri pants were seen tucked into furry white boots, sticking out from under the dress. Raimundo, Clay, and Omi also had on their usual winter garb.
Torie had her own style for colder weather. Her long hair was left to blow in the breeze, although she was starting to regret that. She wore her usual, long sleeves white shirt, although layered on top of it was a black, short sleeved jacket. A hood was seen, peeking out from under her hair, and she quickly lifted it over her head. This constricted her hair, and she let out a sigh of relief. She wore her regular, light colored jeans, although these were obviously thicker and warmer.
Raimundo's face brightened up suddenly, as though he had just thought of something. "Hey, I have control over wind, Omi had control over water, and Kimiko has control over fire, right?" he asked, and everyone nodded. "Well, I can stop the wind from whipping in our faces, Omi can stop the snow from falling on us, and Kimiko can build us a warm fire!" Everyone looked at each other, smiled, and put the Brazilian's plan into action.
Immediately they all saw the results. No longer were they shivering, and their lips were turning back to a normal shade. They flew like this for a while, before Rai became tired. Omi and Kimiko were also getting exhausted, and the three monks let go of their control. Everyone braced themselves for a sharp impact, but none came. The snow fell softly, the temperature was ok, and there was a light breeze. They all looked around in confusion, and Dojo smiled.
"I see the Shen Gong Wu is still in working order," he replied to their stunned gazes, and only then did they realize they didn't know about the Shen Gong Wu. Kimiko brought out the scroll, unrolling it to a certain page.
"The Object Nanonizer," Kimiko read aloud from the ancient text. "This Shen Gong Wu has the ability to minimize anything it wishes to." The little cartoon guy held up the small object, pointing it at an enemy. The enemy shrunk down to the size of a five year old, picking up a doll and running off.
"So, it's like the Changing Chopsticks?" Raimundo asked, laughing. "What's the point of that?" Torie shook her head.
"I think it means minimize as in, maturity, strength, wisdom, age, or whatever, not necessarily size," she replied, gazing intently over Kimiko's shoulder.
"Only one problem. It was made so that nobody who knows where it is will remember. So neither me nor Wuya can track it," Dojo said, and the four monks sighed.
"Sure you're not just losing your touch Dojo?" Kimiko asked, and the dragon huffed in annoyment. They deserved another adventure where they'd have to search on their own.
They flew around aimlessly for an hour, only to hear a laugh of triumph in the distance. "Jack must've found the Shen Gong Wu!" Torie exclaimed, piping up. "Rai, where is he?" Raimundo looked at her quizzically.
"How should I know?" the Brazilian asked, and Torie slapped her forehead. "Duh, sound is carried by air. You can track him down easily," she replied, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world.
Raimundo thought about it for a few minutes, then focused on the wind and strained his ears. After a minute he piped up excitedly, pointing eastwards. "He's a mile and a quarter that way," he said, and Torie clapped him on the back.
"Nice work Raimundo!" she announced, and for some reason the boy could feel a faint blush creep up into his cheeks.