Chapter 25- Declaration Of A Dckless Frog

The cloudless sky was bluer than any color Yuuta had ever seen back on Earth. The air was still, dry, almost pleasant in its emptiness. No fireballs, no arrows, no war cries, no ugly pig warriors chasing after him like he owed them money.

Just peace. Just footprints.

Long trails of heavy, overlapping pigman tracks carved into the dirt ahead of him like a road paved by failure. And Yuuta followed them with a spring in his step, his frog feet softly padding on the sunbaked ground as he hummed.

"Zankoku na tenshi no you ni~" he mumbled in a wobbly voice, his pitch shifting with every bounce in his walk. "Shonen yo, shinwa ni nare~!"

He added a few exaggerated hip sways and finger points, as if the canyon walls were his personal concert venue. Every now and then, he'd even twirl with his arms spread wide like some deranged frog ballerina on drugs.