Yuuta kept walking with a lazy bounce to his steps, his wide frog feet slapping the packed dirt path as he followed the trail of dried pigman footprints. The canyon had long since receded behind him, swallowed by the winding paths and sparse trees of the open world ahead. The sky above was a deep blue, wide and cloudless, the sun casting a golden hue that shimmered across the sand and made every damn rock sparkle like it was part of some grand magical prophecy. Yuuta didn't care. He was humming some half-remembered anime OP, maybe from a trashy isekai or a harem show—something catchy enough to keep his mind busy while he imagined all the ways he would make those bacon-faced bastards suffer.
As he walked, Yuuta squinted forward, following the footprints that trailed deeper into the wild. His thoughts wandered.
