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For the past several weeks, something strange was happening to him.  He was getting faster, he was getting stronger, he was… changing.

"Tatewaki, what is happening to you?" Kuno sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.  He did not look forward to the long day ahead.

And that long day was extremely odd, since Kuno wasn't in the mood to  challenge Ranma Saotome, to lost in his own thoughts to muster the will to be beaten.  As it was, he walked around the schoolyard during lunch, to hungry to eat, to thirsty to drink, to tired to sleep.

"Is it just me or is Kuno acting weirder then usual?" Kuno turned around to see who was talking, but all he saw were two girls about ten yards away whispering to each other.

"You need to relax, Tatewaki.  You're starting to hear voiced." Kuno said, putting a hand to his forehead.

But, he didn't stop hearing the voices and other sounds.  Soon, he could hear every voice in the schoolyard, every leaf rustle, ever heart beat.  They got more loud and more clear with each passing second, till all he could decipher was a loud, piercing, and painful drone.

"Stop it!  Please somebody stop it!" Kuno yelled, covering his ears and dropping to his knees.  This act piqued the interest of the other students.

"The noise!  Oh god, the noise!  Can somebody stop the noise!?!" Kuno cried, his eyes pleading.  As the pain increased, Kuno started to realized that the pain would not go away and would not stop.  He had to get away from the noise , the source of his pain.  As quickly as possible.

"Yarrrgh!" Kuno cried out and he… vanished with a loud boom.  Had this happened in any where else, people would be in awe and might be panicking.  But, ever since Ranma arrived, Nerimans were quite used to seemingly impossible phenomena.  Most figured that maybe it was time that Kuno got his due and dropped it, however there was one who was very curious as to what happened.

'How did he do that?' Ranma asked himself, looking at the area that Kuno had occupied not even a minute before.  There was a crater, a small crater, but still a crater.  It's cause was as is something shot straight up with tremendous force, causing the ground underneath to buckle and ripple.

Halfway across the world, in a dark room, a person looks at a monitor.

"His TK field has flared up.  He is ready and it is time.  Perfect." The person whispered to their self, followed by a soft cackle.

Sometime later, Kuno awoke with an aching head and battered body.  He was in his bed, that he did know, how he got there was an entirely different question.

"Was that a dream, or did I fly?" Kuno asked himself, getting out of his bed.  His school uniform was still on, as he didn't change into his more formal kimono and hakama for lunch today.  With a sigh, he headed to the bathroom, casting a glance a nearby wall and cracked his neck.  Kuno blinked when he saw a shimmer pass over the wall and thought that he could see movement.  Approaching the wall, he looked closer, trying to figure out what he was seeing and noticed that with one last ripple, the shimmer disappeared, and, so it seemed, did the wall.

"What is happening to me?  Is this some sort of curse from ancient spirits?  Or, worse yet, I may have offended some pantheon and this is their retribution." Kuno said, closing his eyes.  When he opened them, the wall was there, visible as ever.  Kuno headed to the bathroom, to see if there were any bruises from what happened earlier, his mind still idly pondering on what just occurred.

"Good, nothing to serious." Kuno said, satisfied with his check.  He took one last glance in the mirror and stared in disbelief as he noticed that his eyes started to glow.

"Odd, why do my eyes-" Kuno was cut off as two red beams of heat laced from out of his eyes, reflected off the mirror, and hit him in the chest.

"Zounds!  I barely felt that, but my clothes, they do burn.  Maybe this is not a curse, like I originally thought, but rather, a blessing!" Kuno exclaimed, slamming his fist down onto the granite sink in triumph.  It cracked under the tremendous blow and broke up into several dozen large pieces.

"It seems that I lack the proper control needed to harness these new abilities of mine.  But, who shall I ask?" Kuno mused, walking back into his room.  His dismissed the fact that he was floating several inches off the ground.

After several days of intense thought, Kuno made his decision.  That was why he was sitting in front of the very old proprietor of the Neko-Hanten.

"Now, exactly why are you here?" the extremely aged and wizened woman asked.

"I have heard that you have trained Saotome.  I require… similar training." Kuno said.  It was taking all his will power and every drop of perseverance to keep his powers in check.  This stress caused him to tremble in a very visible fashion.

"Why should I?  Saotome is my son in law.  Also, the training was not just wanted, but needed so that he could defeat a greater opponent." The woman replied.

"Needed?  If you want to see needed, I will show you needed." Kuno said, releasing the little control he had.  His eyes started to glow and a low moaning sound was heard.

"I'd duck if I were you." Kuno said, just before two large beams of light blasted forth from his eyes.  The old woman had dodged, but the chair she sat in, the pillar behind her, the wall behind that were not so lucky.

"Now do you see my problem?" Kuno asked passively, covering his eyes with his arm.