A Meaningless Title

[March 7th: No, shouldn't that be the Summoning Jutsu from ninja manga? Where did you even learn that?] Σ(°△°|||)︴

[Ranpa: So it was the ninja art—Summoning Jutsu! This technique is truly exquisite. It seems my ninja path still has a long way to go.] (?ì_í?)

[Stelle: So why did you summon a person? Shouldn't it have been a toad or something?] (?-_?)??

[Lumine: Isn't that obvious? You definitely didn't sign a summoning contract!] ╮(︶﹏︶)╭

[Stelle: I see. Then maybe someday we can try stuffing a fox or something into Cion's stomach.] ∑(°口°?)

[Paimon: There's actually a ninja art like that? Paimon thought ninjas just rolled around like Sayu and occasionally turned into a tanuki roly-poly.] Σ(????)?

[Sayu: That's not a tanuki. It's a raccoon dog—a non-tumbling raccoon dog.] (o｀ε′o)

[Ranpa: Oh? Does Mr. Baseball Bat Ninja wish to find a ninja beast, a demon fox, for Lord Trailblaze Ninja? I may be able to help.] (?ì_í?)

[Cion: Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to stuff random junk into my stomach.] (￢_￢)

He was interested in all sorts of strange creatures, but only as long as they were not sealed inside his body.

Otherwise, if some prankster saw it, the whole universe would know by the next day that Akivili, the Trailblaze Aeon, had a new life in his belly.

Then, somehow, it would turn into a rumor that he was pregnant.

After that, some God of Mischief would definitely send out his wedding invitations and first-birthday banquet invitations to every major faction and Aeon.

He would probably even drag that white-haired, dark-skinned disabled PE student over to be Cion's groom—if he refused to come, he would be tied up and brought over.

Maybe that God of Mischief would even turn into a yellow-haired punk himself, ride up on a