Heikō Mu.

Tobio stepped cautiously through the crystalline terrain his boots crunching softly against the oddly textured ground. The alien beauty of this realm was mesmerizing, and for a moment, he was lost in its surreal splendor. But then, the smell hit him.

It was a smell that defied description, a combination of damp mildew, rotting vegetation, and something... unmistakably human. Tobio gagged, covering his nose with his hand.

"What the hell is that?" he muttered, his voice muffled.

As he pressed onward, the source of the odor came into view. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no, it was real. A toilet—yes, a toilet—was wobbling across the landscape. It had stubby little legs and was strutting around like it owned the place. Its porcelain gleamed in the bizarre light, but the faint trail of sludge it left behind suggested it had seen better days.

Tobio blinked, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. The toilet was still there.

"No. Nope. Absolutely not," he muttered, turning on his heel to walk the other way.

But as he turned, he froze. There was another one. This one was larger and... somehow angrier-looking? Its lid clanged shut repeatedly like a mouth chomping in frustration, and its tank gurgled ominously. It didn't have legs like the first one but instead slid across the ground, leaving a slick, unholy trail in its wake.

"Okay," Tobio said, taking a deep, reluctant breath through his mouth. "So... walking toilets. That's... fine. Totally normal. This must be the domain of some god. Yeah, that's it. Maybe the God of... sanitation? No, that doesn't feel right."

A sudden screeching sound interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see two smaller toilets—their lids painted with childlike grins—rolling after each other in a playful chase.

"Oh no," Tobio whispered. "This can't be happening."

The realization hit him like a brick. He was in the domain of the God of Toilets.

As Tobio walked further, hoping to find a way out, the environment around him grew even stranger. What had initially been a shimmering alien landscape was now transforming. Trees made of toilet paper sprouted from the ground, their rolls fluttering gently in the breeze. Streams of what Tobio hoped was water wound their way through the terrain, lined with tiny bidets that occasionally sprayed aimlessly into the air.

"This is not how I thought today was going to go," Tobio muttered under his breath.

He heard a squelching sound behind him and turned slowly. Standing there was a new creature a walking urinal with stubby arms and a swagger in its step. It tipped its upper frame toward him in what could only be interpreted as a nod of greeting.

"Hello?" Tobio ventured hesitantly.

The urinal gurgled in response, a bubbly, wet sound that Tobio decided not to interpret.

"Right. Cool. I'll... just be on my way."

The urinal seemed to accept this and shuffled off, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like a bathroom jingle.

Tobio pressed onward, determined to find a location suitable for his space-time technique. But the deeper he ventured into the domain, the more absurd it became. The sky itself seemed to warp, with clouds forming shapes that resembled plungers and cleaning brushes.

In the distance, a massive throne-shaped structure loomed a literal porcelain throne, shining like a beacon. Tobio shuddered. "I'm not even going to ask," he muttered.

As he continued, he noticed something peculiar: a faint glow emanating from a clearing ahead. Could it be? A place where his technique might work?

He quickened his pace, dodging the occasional wandering commode and sidestepping suspicious puddles. When he reached the clearing, his hopes sank.

The glowing area was a ceremonial ring lined with golden bidets, and at its center stood a figure no, a god.

The God of Toilets was magnificent in its own way. Towering over Tobio, its body was a patchwork of gleaming porcelain and chrome, with a cape made entirely of pristine white toilet paper that flapped dramatically in the wind. Its face or what passed for one was a swirling vortex of water contained within a bowl-like helmet.

"Welcome, traveler!" Yelled the Toilet God.

"You have entered the domain of Sanitor, the God of Toilets, Cleanliness, and the Unseen Kingdoms Beneath!"

Tobio pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course I have," he said flatly.

Sanitor continued its grand introduction, gesturing dramatically to the various porcelain beings gathered around. "In this realm, I reign supreme! Every bowl, every brush, every flush mine to command!"

"Yeah, that's great," Tobio interrupted. "Listen, I just need to find a place to use a space-time technique and get out of here. No offense, but this... isn't exactly where I need to be."

Sanitor tilted its vortex-head. "A space-time technique, you say? Such methods are dangerous and unclean!"

Tobio raised an eyebrow. "I think I can handle it."

The Toilet God seemed to consider this for a moment, then gestured grandly toward another clearing beyond the ring. "There lies a place of power, traveler. Use it wisely, and may your journey be free of clogs and obstructions."

"Thanks... I think," Tobio said, bowing awkwardly before hurrying off.

As he approached the designated area, he marveled at the absurdity of his situation. Who would believe him when he got back? Assuming he got back.

He reached the spot a simple, circular clearing devoid of the bizarre toilet fauna and began preparing the technique. As he unfurled his scroll and started forming the necessary seals, he heard a faint gurgling sound behind him.

Turning, he saw a group of tiny, wide-eyed toilets watching him intently.

"Shoo," he said, waving them off.

They didn't move.

"Fine. Just... don't get in the way."

The technique activated with a brilliant flash of light, the swirling portal forming once again. As Tobio stepped into it, he felt a sense of relief both figurative and literal as the bizarre smells and sights of Sanitor's domain faded behind him.

When the portal closed, the clearing was silent once more, save for the faint sound of a distant flush.

Sanitor watched from afar, a satisfied smile on its non-existent face. "Another wanderer, cleansed by the journey," it said to no one in particular.

Tobio meanwhile, emerged into the next domain, shaking his head. "What the hell was that?" he muttered, vowing never to speak of the experience again.