Dear Readers, this is a humorous fiction, that is not intended to offend anyone. It was written for my sheer enjoyment. I did it because I wanted to. I'm not making any money of this fanfiction, and, I'm not making any money anywhere else either, so PLEASE don't sue. Ranma ½ is the rightful property of the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. I also wish to make I point that, as I don't own a single ONE of Ms. Takahashi's wonderful works, that I'm not entirely sure that I spelled Jusenkyo right. Thank you much, and please, please review. A thousand curses if you read this and don't, a billion blessings if you do.





The Knight Who Wasn't

Baron Genma Saotome was entirely exasperated about his young son, Ranma Saotome. Ranma didn't particularly care about the Saotome castle, nor did he care about making sure all the tithes were brought, from the underling cities. All he cared about was that there be enough food for the next meal. At the current moment Baron Saotome could hear the clanking and scraping as his son went through weaponry training. Baron Saotome could barely think of what disaster would come when he told his son of his engagement to the lovely, Lady Akane Tendo. In all truth, Baron Saotome and Lord Tendo had arranged the marriage shortly after Akane's birth. He silently went down the stairs of the turret, went through the Great Hall, and was bowed out the giant doors by to guardsmen. "Ranma! I need to speak with you. Alone." At which, he glared pointedly at the man who was training Ranma. He walked over casually, "What is it you're wanting, m'lord?" Ranma said with exaggerated politeness. With a sigh, Baron Saotome quietly explained that the formal announcement of the engagement was going to occur soon. A scream pierced the air as a very angry Ranma stared at his father. "You must be jesting, surely I'm not to marry so soon!" He exclaimed. "No my son, I am not jesting." Genma replied. In the silence that followed the guardsman who was training Ranma stepped out of the shadows. "I thought I told you to leave, servant!" Snapped Genma. "I could not help but hear, my lord. I have a suggestion that would train the impudence out of your son." He replied as respectfully as he could. "Which would be?" Asked Genma. "There is a legendary training ground, known as the Jusenkyo Springs,