Kazuki stood at the edge of the capital, a rolled-up campaign banner in one hand and his Holy Pressure Washer slung across his back like a knight's sword.
Behind him stood his new team—The Sanitation Vanguard—armed with enchanted mops, soap grenades, and a fervor that made even paladins uneasy.
The target? Every grime-ridden, rot-infested region in the kingdom.
The mission?
Sanitize the realm. One province at a time.
He called it the Purity Crusade.
The nobles called it "Kazuki's Madness."
The peasants called it "Thank the Gods, Finally."
First Stop: Mireholt
A swamp town known for its mud-logged streets, perpetual fog, and tradition of never bathing during harvest season to "ward off ghosts." It reeked of mildew, old soup, and fear.
Kazuki's team rolled in with barrels of herbal cleanser, enchanted water sprayers, and a musical bard who sang inspirational cleaning chants:
"🎵 If your house smells like feet,
We won't retreat—
We'll mop that street,
'Til it's pure and neat! 🎵"
At first, the townsfolk hissed and threw cabbage.
But after Kazuki cured a child's persistent fungal cough and pressure-blasted the town well—revealing it hadn't been clear in decades—Mireholt declared him a hero.
They renamed the central square:
"The Holy Basin."
Second Stop: Ironburn
A mining village choked with black soot, rats, and a disease called lungmold. No healer dared stay long.
Kazuki installed steam-cleansing stations, upgraded the miners' washrooms, and taught them how to make "Grimeguard Soap" from leftover minerals and wild garlic.
He even modified a mining cart into a rail-mounted purification cannon, which he nicknamed:
"The Soap Shredder."
After two days, productivity rose by 35%.
After four days, the black market for fake potions vanished.
On day five, the rats rebelled.
Third Stop: Feymoor
A mystical forest village plagued by magical mold, illusion-born mildew, and gossip-spores that spread embarrassing secrets through airborne whispers.
Kazuki worked with druids to blend cleansing magic with nature—a symbiotic relationship. He taught them to use Purity Runes on tree roots and developed a fungus-repelling incense from jasmine and ash bark.
By the end of the week, Feymoor had clean water, sparkling canopies, and fewer midair whisper-farts.
Even the local fairies gifted Kazuki an honorary title:
"The Soapblade of Sylvankind."
He cried a little.
But the Crusade Had Consequences
Each city Kazuki purified made his legend grow.
And with it, the bounty on his head.
Soon, entire rot cabals began coordinating across the kingdom.
Diseased mercenaries. Fungal necromancers. Moldbeasts trained to resist soap.
And in the sewers beneath the capital, a high priest of the Cult of Rot whispered a single sentence:
"We cannot let him cleanse the land. We must infect his soul."
Back at the Academy, Kazuki gathered his students and advisors.
He unrolled a massive map of the kingdom—half covered in green markers (purified zones), the other half red (infected strongholds).
"We're making progress," he said, voice calm but sharp. "But we're not done."
He jabbed his finger at the largest red zone.
"Next stop: Blackspire City. The filth capital of the continent."
Everyone went silent.
Lila raised an eyebrow. "You're serious?"
Kazuki slung his washer onto the table with a clean metallic thunk.
"Time to power-wash history."