Strongest Frog Summon
Chapter 18- Friendly Fcking Fire

Chapter 18: 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."

A twisted grin formed on his lips as he imagined the carnage. This wasn’t just about testing a spell—it was about announcing his presence. About screaming to the world that he wasn’t just some unlucky summoned frog. No. He was Yuuta, and he was about to unleash the fucking storm.

He glanced across the canyon, eyes locking onto a large stone not too far from the collapsed zone. Perfect spot for cover. Not that he expected the spell to backfire—but, you know, just in case.

With a burst of speed, he dashed toward the rock, his legs thumping awkwardly but efficiently over the uneven ground. The occasional "Ow—fuck—rock!" echoed from him when he misjudged a landing or stepped too hard on a jagged edge, but he made it nonetheless.

Sliding behind the boulder, he peeked over the top. From this angle, he had a clear view of the still-smoky canyon floor. The debris, the leftover boulders, the dusty haze drifting like lazy ghosts—it was all there.

Yuuta squatted low behind the rock, chuckling to himself.

"Let’s see what this baby can do," he whispered, giddy with anticipation. "If this works... maybe I won’t even need to dig out the rest of the XP orbs. Let the wind do the bitch work."

He chuckled again, louder this time. "Killing two birds with nothing. Fucking genius."

His frog eyes glowed faintly, flicking between the dead zone and his own palm as he visualized the spell.

Yuuta stood just behind the thick slab of stone he’d chosen for cover, every muscle in his squat frog body tensed with anticipation. He stretched out his right arm toward the dusty, collapsed pathway. The moment he did, a strange heat began to build—not just in his chest, but specifically in that extended arm. It wasn’t the pleasant warmth of a bath or a fire. No, this was something far more intense. It burned. It seared.

"Shit, it’s like my whole damn arm’s cooking from the inside," Yuuta muttered, his fingers twitching.

The sensation wasn’t just painful. It was electric. Something primal stirred within him, a gut-level instinct telling him to stay focused, to not let the pain break his concentration. He gritted his wide frog teeth and kept his arm steady, the heat now radiating off him in waves.

Then it happened.

With a sound like compressed air violently escaping a punctured pipe, all the built-up heat surged from his arm. A fist-sized spinning gray ball of air blasted forward. The winds around it howled instantly, a loud sucking sound echoing across the canyon as it moved.

The ball zipped ahead like a missile, pulling bits of dust and loose debris into its swirling form. It carved through the haze and smoke as if slicing a hole through reality itself, leaving a temporary trail of whirling air in its wake.

And then—it vanished into the collapsed canyon.

Yuuta blinked.

Still crouched behind his boulder, he squinted at the dusty trail where the airball had gone. Nothing. Just dust, smoke, and the same collapsed terrain. No explosion. No roaring wind. No screaming pigs. No flashy chaos. Just... silence.

Yuuta peeked out a little farther. Still nothing.

He slowly walked out from behind the boulder, arms folded against the sides of his torso in a weird half-akimbo pose that vaguely resembled a disappointed parent about to lecture their kid. If frogs even had hips, he would’ve looked intimidating. Instead, he just looked like a confused, dusty, anthropomorphic amphibian trying to posture like a dad who’d been let down by his son’s report card.

"That’s it?" Yuuta barked. "That little farty airball was the big spell? That thing burned the shit outta my arm for a full thirty seconds and all I get is a flying fart nugget?"

He looked down at his slightly scorched, twitching fingers.

"I swear, if this card description lied to me—136 kilometers per hour? Hundred meter wide tornado? My ass! I just summoned the wind equivalent of a wheeze."

Yuuta kicked a pebble. It rolled two feet and bumped into a bigger rock. He sighed, still glaring at the dusty canyon.

Then, the ground beneath his feet vibrated.

He froze.

From deep within the collapsed rubble, something began to stir. The dust in the canyon, thick and heavy, started to shift unnaturally. It didn’t fall or settle like it usually did. Instead, it rose. Lifted.

"What the fu—"

Before Yuuta could finish the thought, a deafening whoosh filled the air. A massive column of air, thick with dust, exploded upward like a god-sized geyser of wind. It spun with terrifying speed, forming a monstrous funnel cloud that clawed its way into the sky.

The tornado wasn’t born in an instant, but it grew like a beast unchained. Yuuta staggered back, shielding his frog eyes as a storm of dust ripped through the canyon floor. The funnel expanded outward, reaching wider and wider until it swallowed nearly the entire width of the collapsed pathway.

Wind screamed. Debris shot into the air like bullets. Rocks the size of skulls lifted and whirled within the vortex. Dust, sand, and ash churned like a blender on max.

Yuuta stood slack-jawed.

The funnel cloud climbed skyward until it vanished into the sunlit heavens, the cloudless blue now streaked with streaks of gray. At the tornado’s peak, it spun so violently that it formed a halo of shredded cloud particles, breaking apart anything that tried to form above it.

"Okay," Yuuta said, voice nearly lost to the howling gale, "maybe it’s not a fart nugget."

The heat in his arm had been real. The wait had been worth it.

He could see huge boulders getting dislodged, sucked into the storm’s outer bands. Sand blasted every direction, carving small craters into the canyon wall.

"That’s what I’m talkin’ about!" Yuuta shouted, laughing like a maniac. He had to crouch low to avoid the stronger winds reaching even his distance. His words were lost in the chaos, but he didn’t care. Yuuta had a dreamy glint in his bulging eyes as he admired the magnificent sight before him. The tornado howled through the canyon like a divine broom, sweeping away dust, boulders, and debris. It twisted and clawed at the sky, turning the once suffocatingly dusty canyon into a spiraling column of violence and clarity.

"Damn," Yuuta muttered under his breath, resting his stubby green hands against what passed as his frog hips. "That’s one beautiful bastard of a spell."

Not only was the swirling monstrosity beautiful, it was useful—clearing the path of debris meant Yuuta will finally get his greedy little frog fingers on all those XP orbs buried under the rubble. He fantasized for a moment, a little sparkle in his froggy eyes, about leveling up without digging and bleeding all over the place. Maybe he’d hit Level 5 soon. Maybe he’d even unlock some new firepower. Maybe—

THUNK!

A heavy stone suddenly slammed down right beside him, making a crunching impact that vibrated through the ground.

Yuuta leapt like he’d been zapped with lightning, his eyes wide with panic. "What the fuck was that?!"

He staggered back a few steps, only for another slab of stone to come flying out of nowhere and slap him right across his dumb frog face. The impact sent him rolling across the ground like a ragdoll, dust puffing up around him with each bounce.

"Fuck!" he croaked as he finally came to a stop, his body coated in dirt and tiny scrapes. His cheek throbbed, and when he wiped at it with his three fingers, he saw smears of red. "That damn rock just bitch-slapped me!"

For a brief second, Yuuta lay flat on the ground, stunned and breathing heavily. Then came the realization. That glorious tornado he was so proud of? It didn’t care who the fuck was nearby.

As if to confirm the thought, the sky above suddenly darkened—not from clouds, but from dozens of small to medium-sized stones being flung high into the air and now coming straight back down.

Yuuta’s eyes bulged. "Oh shit--"

He didn’t even finish the sentence before he launched himself off the ground in a panic. Rocks started raining like an avalanche from the heavens. Yuuta zigzagged like a demented insect, dodging one stone after another, his arms flailing, feet slapping the dusty canyon floor.

"Why the fuck is this spell hitting me too?! I casted you, you dumb air blender!"

He darted left and right, a small chunk of rock bouncing off his shoulder, another scraping across the top of his back. Luckily, nothing lethal hit him, but each glancing blow still hurt like hell. He dove behind a smaller boulder only to realize it wasn’t enough to block the falling debris.

"Shit shit shit shit!"

He sprinted again.

After about thirty grueling seconds of narrowly avoiding an early grave, Yuuta finally collapsed to the ground, panting hard. His limbs sprawled wide, mouth open, sucking in clean, dustless air like a dying fish.

The rain of rocks had stopped. Mostly. A few pebbles still rolled down here and there, but he’d reached a safe enough distance.

Yuuta just lay there, exhausted, staring up at the blue sky beyond the tornado’s spiral of madness. "Damn... that thing is strong... but it’s also a fucking asshole."

Still, despite all the pain, bruises, and insult to his frog dignity, a twisted little grin tugged at the edge of his mouth.

"Totally worth it."