There's Something Strange About My Water Magic ~ Before I Knew It, I Was a Slum Orphan Thrown Into the Trash Bin ~ - Episode 4: Be Clean~~

Episode 4: Be Clean~~

I don’t know how long it’s been—this life of short, fearful sleep interrupted by the *BANG!* of someone opening and closing the trash bin. And scavenging through the garbage for anything I can eat and devouring it.

Each time I wake up, the pile of trash has grown. It was probably about ten times more than when I first noticed it.

By now, if I climb the garbage heap and push up with my whole body, I might be able to open the lid of the trash bin—but when I stretch my hand out fully, my side still hurts. And my waist and knees throb dully. In the end, I just curl up in a corner of the garbage heap.

If the trash piles up to the point where no more can be added, someone will probably come to empty the bin.

That will be my chance to get out of the trash bin.

But man, it stinks.

And my hair and body are all sticky and damp—it feels gross.

Can’t something be done about it?

I’ve been using the water collected in my palm to wash my face and rinse my mouth. But I want to take a bath.

I want to take a hot shower…

Hmm? A bath… a shower… what are those?

When I try to remember those unfamiliar words, my head hurts like it’s going to split open.

I reflexively held the back of my head and found a large bump.

When I touched it, it felt hot. And it was kind of soft and squishy.

I gently placed both hands on the bump and repeated, “Pain, pain, go away~.”

Since my hair was damp and clammy, I also tried repeating, “Be clean~ be clean~” a few times.

If just saying that could make me clean, it wouldn’t be so hard…

Right when I thought that, something like a force drained out from deep in my gut and into both hands.

When I touched my hair, it felt smooth and dry.

…Did I get clean?

The bump on the back of my head seemed a little smaller too.

I didn’t really understand why that happened. But since I got results, I figured it was fine.

As I was touching my neck, underarms, stomach, and crotch while saying, “Be clean~ be clean~,” I gradually felt refreshed—but the pain deep in my gut grew worse.

It even started to throb like a heartbeat—*thump thump*.

As I kept thinking in my mind, “Pain, pain, go away~,” so the pain in my gut would stop, I eventually lost consciousness.