Strongest Frog Summon

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.

If anyone had seen him, they wouldn’t think he was en route to commit mass amphibious homicide. He looked like a tourist in the mood to dance, humming anime openings from a past life he could barely touch anymore.

And yet... his thoughts wandered.

Somewhere in the middle of the third anime OP melody, Yuuta’s mind quietly drifted toward home. Not this blood-crusted, canyon-ridden meat grinder of a world, but home—the real one. Back on Earth. Back to his parents.

"...I hope they’re not crying too much," he muttered under his breath, his pace slowing. "Would suck if they got all depressed."

The mental image of his mom finding his body slumped over his VR chair while anime moaning noises played in the background made his webbed fingers twitch in embarrassment.

"Ah... my files..."