Chapter 18- Friendly Fcking Fire
With excitement gnawing at Yuuta’s insides, Yuuta wasn’t dumb enough to test it here, right on top of the rubble-filled graveyard of collapsed cliffs. Not when he’d nearly died from getting shredded and buried just hours earlier. "Let’s not fuck myself up this time," he muttered.
He turned from the lingering gray dust clouds and began trudging away from the area, each heavy step a reminder of the battle he’d won—and the one he was still fighting against those sharp bastard rocks. Every few paces, his webbed toes would jab into something jagged, and he’d grunt out a mild curse. "Damn rocks!"
His arms weren’t much better. The cuts from earlier had scabbed, but they still stung like a bitch every time he bumped into a rough surface or accidentally scraped against the edge of a boulder. His butt wasn’t exempt from pain either, occasionally twitching from the earlier abuse of rock seating and surprise landings.
Finally, after several minutes of stepping carefully, dodging sharp pebbles, and coughing up residual dust like some chain-smoking frog, Yuuta broke free of the dead zone. The air shifted. No longer thick with ash and dirt, it carried a slight breeze, clean and cool. He stopped walking and inhaled deeply.
"Fuck," he muttered with a grin. "Fresh air never tasted so damn delicious."
He stood there, arms hanging by his sides, enjoying the sensation of air moving through his nostrils and into his lungs without feeling like he was sucking through a clogged vacuum. A few more deep breaths followed. In, out. In, out. Each one made his body relax more. Even his sore feet seemed to throb a little less.
Then he turned his eyes toward the canyon.
It stretched wide and vast before him, rocky cliffs rising on both sides. Far in the distance, the haze of the recent collapse still lingered in the air, cloaking the broken earth like an old scar that hadn’t healed yet. It was, in a word, perfect.
Yuuta’s wide frog eyes narrowed.
He could almost see it in his mind: a swirling vortex of rage descending upon that broken mess, lifting shattered stones and half-dead pigs into the air, whirling them around like a blender of fucking doom.
"If I still had a dick and an asshole," Yuuta muttered, voice low, "I’d probably be pissing and shitting myself from excitement right now."