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Chapter 13.1. Amatsugahara Corporation
Amatsugahara Corporation. A good name, Sakimori thinks as he sits in a dirty chair in an abandoned house. It is one of the abandoned houses. It’s in shambles, but not that dirty. There are no shards of glass, and the mud hasn’t stained the floor that much.
It’s good, right? It’s pretty good, right? It makes the people who heard it feel like a god’s country. The name is a play on the word “Takamagahara”. The old man is a little proud, saying he has thought about it a lot.
[The president is Sakimori-san, and I am the vice president, right? I understand. I got it.]
Shizuku spins and dances, in a twirling happy mood. She shows me a lovely dance with a radiant smile, and our mouths relax and soften unintentionally. She is as lovely as ever.
“Sakimori-san. Here it comes.”
Then, with a flutter of footsteps, a young girl wearing only a cloth appears with a wet outfit on her body. The glimmer is filled with skin color, no, skin color to the fullest.
“Tei.”
Shizuku turned into a nightshade and thrust her finger into Sakimori’s eyes with murderous intent. She’s a ghost. So it won’t hurt me, but I’ll be surprised.
My body shakes with a jerk, but I don’t show it and shake my hand unsteadily.
“Did you get the other guys cleaned up too?”
I ask with a level expression. Shizuku hee hee hee hee, repetitive sidesteps, like a basketball defender, blocking Sakimori’s view. I chuckle, still a jealous girl.
“Yes, sir! I think I’m so clean. It’s the first time I’ve ever taken a bath! Baths are so warm!”
With a dazzling smile, I pat the head of the girl who says sad things to me. Shizuku, don’t poke your head out because you don’t want to pet her.
Her wet head is stubbly and still greasy. There is no shampoo, and it’s the first time for her. I guess she washed her body when it was raining, but since she never washed. It was still dirty. Well, as expected.
When I pat her head, she looks like a cat, and her eyes are closed, which makes me smile slightly.
“I’m out of the bath!”
“I’m clean now!”
“I brought wooden sticks.”
I got a lot of them.”
A flurry of girls comes out. The boys had just returned from outside with lots of wooden sticks. I had given them instructions to get the sticks.
They were neat and tidy, having finished their bath before the girls.
“Okay, we’re all set for now. The children should line up there. I left a change of clothes in the next room.”
“Yes!”
The children line up obediently. They are all neat and tidy. The girls move to the next room and change their clothes and come right back.
The clothes show color. The clothes are so grimy and dirty that the original colors are no longer recognizable. They are old and faded, but still clean, unlike before the bath. They have been washed.
The bath. I cleaned the bathtub of the abandoned house, created hot water with the Water magic method of me, Sakimori, and let them take a bath. The water turned black, and I had to reapply it several times.
Since I mixed the water from the core store with the hot water produced by the water magic method, the wear, and tear were low there.
Why don’t I use my bath? I’m not a good enough human to lend them the bathrooms when I know they’d get pretty dirty. These kids could wash themselves in the mud and still get clean. I don’t want the drains clogged with mud.
“You guys are still stinky. Just sit still for a little bit.”
I stick out his index finger to create a volleyball-sized ball of water. The smell of the dirt will discredit them.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
I tell her this and place the water ball tightly over the head of the girl who is closing her eyes. Without breaking my concentration, I vibrate it. It’s a simple jet bath. The high-vibration water can remove fine dirt without using soap.
When I vibrate, the dirt is removed from the girl’s hair. The old man’s mana also decreases. The mana indicator on the status board projected on the edge of the room is decreasing at an incredible rate.
I quickly move the hot water to the child next to me because it will only last a short while. As long as I don’t break my concentration. I’ll be fine. Once they’re out of sight, though, I can’t move them. So, you can’t break into the opponent’s body and destroy it from the inside! The inside of the body is filled with magic power. The inside of the body is filled with magical power, or perhaps the effects of magic are quickly lost.
It’s said that support magic is uninterrupted, but I have never seen anyone who can use it. As usual, if I have zero skill level, the only muscle-boosting assistance I’ll get is lifting about 10 grams.
I can hear girls and boys who are tickled or giggling. And so, the greasy hair regains its luster, the fine mud is removed from their face, and I finish washing their face. I don’t know if they’re clean for the first time in their life, but they’re now beautifully dressed, even though they’re from the abandoned town
With the same magic, I washed their clothes as well. Water magic is useful. As far as life is concerned. I even think it’s universal. I’m glad I took the water magic skill.
I picked up the prepared blue furball on the desk and sent magic power into it.
“Okay, now you’re dressed to be seen a little. Put this on. [Shadowman]”
The shadow invades the blue furball and unravels it. Then it transforms the figure into a stole. It’s dexterous, though self-praise.
It produces 6 thin black stoles. The old man’s mana is already less than 20%. After all, the amount of mana is the bottleneck of a magician. It’s not a system where the more you use, the more mana you have. It is a world that is not kind to humans.
“Can I have this?”
The leader boy was puzzled as he looked at the stall. The other children were the same way. It looks brand new, so here.
It’s a shiny black stole that looks woven with velvet. It could be described as a piece of cloth that people can wrap around their shoulders. It looks expensive, but it’s a lump of mana.