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The Arrow's Path

Ranma had now three times shouted at the pair of new faces to give him a straight answer, and with his hatred of repeating himself he was not going to be so nice this third time. The older male member of the party was seemingly the first to understand the question, as he quickly shook his head and calmly stepped forward.

"You're in the nation of Ylisse, a few miles outside of the capital city of Ylisstol," said the older of the pair. The younger girl gripped her staff and cautiously looked between the two men.

Ranma took a moment to himself to process it. He had never heard of any place named Ylisse (or Ylisstol for that matter), He takes a deep breath however trying not to really freak out too much right now.

The older one cleared his throat to speak.

"Um… My name is Chrom, and this is my younger sister, Lissa." The blonde girl standing beside him now gave Ranma a bright smile and a nod, seemingly in an attempt to make him feel more at ease.

"You can be at ease, stranger. We only fend of brigands and invaders, and you don't seem to be either," said Chrom, quite obviously sizing up Ranma in his mind.

"Yeah, so there's no need to worry!" said Lissa, whom Ranma was beginning to subconsciously link to a collection of antique dolls he had encountered once. It only added to his unease.

It was clear these two were not going to be any help. His mind, deprived of any real answers, began to race. What the hell did I do to bring myself here? It's not like I upset any voodoo- Wait a minute. That garage sale, the one the old lady was having… And that weird shield! She said it could grant wishes. What if… What if I-?

"Lord Chrom!" A voice bellowed, derailing Ranma's already flimsy train of thought. The sound of hooves approaching caused him to dart his head towards the approaching sound. He saw a man with short brown hair and an impressive suit of armor, especially compared to Chrom's- this one at least made sure to cover both of his arms. Ranma could tell not only from his riding posture but also the broad frown gracing his face that he was not going to be a fun third person to deal with.

The man leaped down from his horse and placed himself obnoxiously right in between Ranma and Chrom. It at least gave Ranma a better opportunity to size him up. He may have been taller than Chrom, but with his shoulder blades being the only thing he can see, it was difficult to make that assumption. Were it not for the lance, Ranma thought he could take him quite easily.

"I've been looking for you two. I think it unwise to talk with strangers so callously."

"Come, I don't think he means any harm, Frederick. From what we can tell, he seems more confused than anything else."

"M'lord, reports of attacks have been steadily on the rise. You of all people should know how dangerous it is to wander around like this without proper protection. He could be a brigand, or an enemy spy, or a-"

"Frederick, please!" said Chrom with a reassuring but chiding tone. "This man was unconscious only a moment ago, and…" He took a moment to look over at the disheveled teen, whose clothes were still baggy and whose hair had been flipped every which way.

"I sincerely doubt he has any plans to hide."

Ranma reciprocated Frederick's piercing glare. Whatever a brigand was, it sounded insulting.

"Yeah, Frederick!" Lissa cut in. "We've already searched him and he hasn't got anything. Besides… How would it reflect on the Shepherds for you to take up arms against a defenseless man?" she said, with her hands on her hips and head cocked to the side.

Ranma raised his eyebrow and glanced over to Lissa. "Shepherds? Like… As in sheep? Seems like a waste of armor and stuff to just be taking care of sheep."

Chrom chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's a perilous and unforgiving job. My friend here can tell you as much."

Frederick scowled and glanced off to the side. "If you want to squander your protection, m'lord, it's no skin off of my nose."

Ranma, far from questioning the situation at this point, simply nodded his head as he tried to consider how large the sheep in this country had to be for the shepherds to have such a reputation.

"Frederick, please. I say we should at least take him back to Ylisstol with us. I think we both have a great many questions for each other."

Frederick was obviously opposed to the idea but he knows there's nothing he can do to change his Lords mind.

"Fine… But however harmless he appears, I advise caution."

Chrom rolled his eyes. "As you wish… You, stranger!" he raised his voice in Ranma's direction as well as his finger. "On your toes. We better get a move on."

Ranma was against this wholeheartedly, but he imagined going against them right now would only bring more suspicion upon him, and conversely the more he complied the better chances he had of getting out of this nightmare situation alive. So, under heavy internal protest, he let the three guide him out of the clearing.

"So, uh… What kind of sheep does he tend to that need that kinda armor?" He whispered to Lissa, while jerking his head in Frederick's direction. For some reason, at this moment he found her the easiest to talk to.

"You shouldn't be angry with him, he just takes his job seriously."

"It's the job that I don't understand."

"Right… Well, it's sort of a private militia. We've been having horrible luck with bandits and invaders on our borders. It's their job to make sure that they don't get far."

"Invaders…? From space, or…?"

"No! Other countries. Mostly Plegia. They really hate us."

Chrom tapped his leg to get her attention and then shot her a look. Lissa snapped to attention like a toy soldier and her mouth clamped tightly shut. Ranma raised an eyebrow and tried to egg her on.

"You, uh, finished there?

She gestured her head at her brother and then made an X with her hands, shaking her head at the same time. Ranma nodded, if only to try and move the conversation along. He looked up and shuddered slightly as he felt Frederick's judgemental eye set on him once more.

"Listen, I'm not sure what your issue is, White Knight, but let me make something clear; I don't know you people. And I haven't got the slightest clue whatever war you're in the middle of or who these Parisian invaders are or what makes them so angry at you. I don't exactly hold grudges against people who haven't slighted me, right? So you can stop looking at me like I got a knife down my pants or something, Fred, 'cause you're starting to get on my shit list real fast."

He felt all three pairs of eyes on him steadily open wider.

"And I now realize that sounded really threatening…" he muttered, as the scraps of conversation petered out entirely.


The journey took the foursome past a thick and expansive forest. Ranma by gazing into it, past the crossed and gnarled trees could tell its size. He quickly dismissed it, however, as it seemed Chrom was leading them past it anyhow.

It wasn't until a scream cut through the forest's edge that the four heads darted in its direction. They froze as the echo rolled over the hills, bouncing around their ears. Ranma darted his head towards the source, a clear-cut path through the forest, where other sounds- punches, kicks, grunts- were emanating from. He turned back to the rest of his party, who were frozen in either fear or confusion.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Come on!" he yelled, heading in through the open clearing. Chrom followed soon after, and a reluctant Frederick and Lissa after that.

Ranma came up behind a tree, peeking his head out to check out the scene. A girl was seemingly knelt in a small clearing, with two large round men on either side of her and another much taller one walking toward her from the front. She had put up a fight, with several bruises and cuts all over her body. Ranma leaned forward to try and get a better look while still staying out of the light.

"Well done, my friends…" said the largest of them, as he reached down to stroke the girl's face, while she closed her eyes and winced back. "She's immaculate. Just another example of Ylissian luxury, I'm sure," he crooned in a lurid and disgusting voice. Ranma looked away in disgust. She had a right to scream that loudly with those things menacing her.

The other three crept up behind him, peeking out behind a large log which made for a covert way to spy on the scene. Lissa gasped as she saw the scene in front of her, ducking behind Chrom a few seconds later.

"What took you so long?" he quipped back quietly but casually, leaning forward on the log.

"How can you be so calm?" whispered Frederick loudly, taking Ranma's collar.

"Because I'm trying to be quiet!" he snapped back, grunting as Frederick pushed him aside.

Before he could go for his lance, an unexpectedly strong hand halted him in his place. Ranma yanked him back, and with his other hand pointed up to the forest canopy. Frederick narrowed his eyes and noticed the shape of two archers under the leaves.

"They must have hunted down the girl first… Then alerted their friends."

"How do you know that?"

"She wasn't overpowered, just pinned… Look at her hem."

They looked closer at her hem, and saw he was right; an arrow on each side of the hem of her skirt kept her pinned against the ground.

Chrom looked past Frederick to Ranma, a smirk hiding how impressed he was. "You have good eyes, stranger… Now all we need is a plan to get her away from here safely."

"Well, I got the start of one comin'... We swoop in, grab her, try not to get shot. Whad'ya think?" He said, complete with a bit of a smarmy

"Be serious, Ranma. This isn't only our lives, it's the life of that girl," said Chrom, in a tone that made Ranma feel like a child getting scolded by their parent. "You seem to be good at analysing. Why don't you try and figure this out?"

Ranma grumbled out and surveyed the battleground again, watching as the thugs moved closer to the girl. His eyes darted between the girl, the thugs, and the archers.

"Lissa, stay back and out of sight. Ya don't exactly look to be made for combat… And it looks like they have a type. Frederick, you and I are gonna go and take on the two right by her. Try and misdirect them first so the girl's got a good field of escape. Chrom, you tank up and try to swipe her. If there any more of them around here, I'll take care of 'em."

"If anyone's not fit for fighting, it's you!" growled Lissa just loud enough to make her point. "What are you going to do, smug them to death?"

Ranma quietly chuckled in response. "Trust me, I'm more than fast enough to outrun a couple of wooden bows and arrows."

"In any event, my armor should be enough to take the brunt of whatever they can dole out. I'll give you this, stranger, it's not a terrible plan. If you're as fast as your boasting."

"Speed's what it's all about," whispered Ranma, giving Frederick a thumbs up. Frederick rolled his eyes and fixed his eyes forward.

Chrom went for his sword at his side. "That settles it, then. On my signal, we-"

"But why am I staying back?" said Lissa, in a voice that finally breached what they considered a safe volume. Chrom's first instinct was to cover her mouth, ducking her and them further out of view. Once she wriggled out, she began again in a quieter voice.

"You seem to have this idea that I'm some fragile little girl! I can assure you I'm not! I should be out there just as much as the rest of you!" she said, her attention most clearly focused on Ranma.

Ranma gritted his teeth. He was sure at this point she'd blown their cover.

"Yeah, well, truth is I don't exactly know what it is you do, China Doll! " he loudly whispered at her. Chrom was nervously situated in the middle of this argument.

As easily as she could in this claustrophobic position, she displayed the staff at her side.

"This!"

"You're a farmer?"

"I'm a healer! And in situations like this, I think that is rather beneficial! I have seen how rough these men can be. We could be strung up like dogs, flayed, flogged, cas-"

She was cut off with the stone tip of an arrow pointed right down her nose. The behemoth holding the bow smiled.

"Don't stop on my account. By all means, I could use a few ideas."

Before Lissa could open her mouth Ranma had leapt up and extended his foot into his jaw, sending him jolting back. He had less than a second to recover before Ranma was in front of him, first delivering an uppercut, then a punch to his gut, and finally a sharp chop to the back of his head, letting him careen down and land with an all-too satisfying thud on the forest floor. All of this in what the others experienced in barely more than a second. Ranma, after fixing his braid back behind his head, turned around back to the others. Now standing up, they all bore expressions of bewildered awe. Frederick was the first to swallow and purse his lips, before quietly eking out;

"Holy sh-"

He was cut off by the sound of rustling leaves. A half dozen men, all armed with similar bows and arrows leapt down from the trees and formed a semicircle around the foursome. Ranma raised his hands defensively as he kept his legs in a ready position. His eyes darted between the now seven adversaries, sizing them separately.

"Ranma!" called Chrom. "What's the plan now?"

"Screw the plan! Improvise!"

All three of the friends screamed at the top of their lungs and rushed forward with their weapons drawn. Ranma, at the head of the pack, took the brunt of what the men had to offer head-on. That was the easy part. The arrows proved difficult both for his eyes to follow and for his body to maneuver around effectively. Lissa, upon realizing without her magic she was holding little more than a club, slipped behind her brother as he began to swing at the attackers and deflect the arrows which were now careening towards his party from all sides. Frederick was proving himself especially useful, with his armor making him able to tank past the arrows and incapacitate two of them with one swoop.

Ranma turned at the sound of a struggle to see the girl being carried off by one of the thugs from before. He grit his teeth, before sticking two fingers in his mouth and whistling to Chrom who was currently trying to topple one of the attackers.

He pointed to the girl as they disappeared into the forest. Frederick, tossing another foe over his shoulder, motioned Chrom along as they both dashed after the escaping pair. Ranma grunted and turned back to the fray, before his eyes widened in realization of his error; him and Lissa were surrounded still by five men, all more effectively armed than either of them. Lissa looked to him with her fear and annoyance plain on her face.

"Thanks, Chrom…" she muttered as the men began to close in. Ranma grit his teeth and leaped into action, moving as quickly as his body allowed, taking care to pummel each of the men as soundly as his fists and his feet could allow him. One he uppercut enough to topple him, another found his sandal planted firmly in his face. Lissa stood clutching her staff and watching with keen awe. She had simply never seen anything like this.

Ranma finished his ferocity with a strong knockout kick to one of the burglar's heads. He put his hands on his hips and panted to catch his breath.

"Damn… I must be letting myself go.." he said, starting to stretch and popping his neck.

"W-What are you…?" whispered Lissa, struck somewhere between fear and awe. Out of the corner of his eye, Ranma noticed the faint glint off a polished stone. He traced it to an arrow, which he followed with his eyes to see pointed straight at Lissa's breast. Without missing a beat, he leapt between Lissa and the man, kicking backwards to both deflect the arrow and kick the attacker square in the face. Lissa opened her eyes to see Ranma facing her. They both smiled, and began to laugh in relief. Ranma turned to survey his work.

"If those two get back quick enough, we should be able to get out of here before these assholes are conscious again," he said, his hands on his hips. When Lissa failed to respond, he turned back to see her with an even more mortified expression.

"What, what is it?"

"Y-You uh…"

"What? Say it!"

"Y-You have an, uh, arrow…"

"An arrow? Where…?"

"I-In your… Butt…"

Ranma blinked his eyes a few times to let his mind absorb that information, before lifting his arm and turning his head. He saw it; an arrow stuck deep in his right buttock, twitching as he took a step forward. Ranma turned back to Lissa, her expression the same of exasperated worry. Ranma simply opened his mouth, as if poised to say something;

The girl had long since fainted, currently resting in Chrom's bridal carry when the blood-curdling screams began to leak from where he and Frederick had left the two. Chrom yelled for Lissa in a panic as they ran towards the source of the screaming.

"I knew we shouldn't have left them on their own," grunted Frederick. "That stranger may have impressive moves but not enough to save-"

As they came to the clearing they not only saw the rest of the bandits lying unconscious in a heap, but Ranma lying supine on the ground, with Lissa sitting on his back with her hands wrapped around the arrow stuck in his backside. Her face showed signs of how difficult the struggle had been. Her teeth were grit, and her hair was ruffled.

"Hold still!"

"No!"

"Ranma, I swear!"

"No! Just let me die!"

"Ranma, I'm trying to help you!"

"I don't wanna!" he cried, pounding on the ground with his fists.

"Damn it, hold still!"

Chrom chuckled broadly. Frederick sighed in disbelief, angered over his perceived waste of time and effort.

"Ranma…" grunted Lissa, slamming down onto him. "I want you to tell me something…"

"Sure…" he said, out of breath. "What?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"I don't see what that has to do with anythiiiiiii-!" he shrieked as she yanked the arrow out. Chrom visibly winced as Ranma began to scream.

"Oh, you bitch! You absolute bitch! You lying, no good- Why don't I feel anything?"

"Relax, will you?" she quipped as she began to run her hand over the wound while she gripped her stave in the other. In a matter of moments it was healed, and Lissa stood up to help up the new friend.

"Uh, listen, I-" he began, scratching the back of his head, before Lissa put a finger to his lips.

"Don't worry. You're welcome."


The girl opened her eyes when the sunlight hit them. The sight of armored men and two dumbfounded teenagers made her jump back with a start. She breathed heavily, seemingly ready to defend herself as Chrom got on one knee.

"Don't worry. Whoever they were, they're long gone now," he said in a small voice, smiling at her enough to hopefully put her at ease. "Now could you tell me your-"

She screeched and hit him across the temple, scrambling to her feet and shoving the tin can Frederick out of the way. She was met with a sharp yank back from Ranma's hand.

"Look, lady, after what we went through to-"

He yelled as she punched him straight in the nose. Ranma, not one to be easily messed with, quickly grappled her and flipped her over his shoulder. She landed with a grunt on the ground, looking up at the party of four closing in around her.

"You know we saved you, right?" said Ranma, rubbing his cheek where she punched him. "Sorry if a punch in the face is your version of 'thank you' but I get the feeling that doesn't fly here."

She caught her breath as she tried to sit up.

"Where am I?" she asked quietly, rubbing her aching head.

"Just outside Ylisstol. We were hoping to get you to a physician," said Chrom, offering her a hand. As she got to her feet, she meekly looked over the group before her.

"So… You saved me, huh?"

Chrom smiled and nodded, while Ranma rolled his eyes with a grumbled curse word or two. Not only is she violent, but she's slow on the uptake… Just my luck, I swear.

She turned her head down, her voice becoming even more frail. "It all happened so fast, I couldn't get away, I-"

Chrom tilted his head. "There's no reason to be afraid. You're safe from harm now. We'll take you back to our base and get you cleaned up."

She looked up and smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear and giggling. "Well, I'm lucky my savior was such a handsome man."

"Well, actually, the plan was Ranma's." he said, happily gesturing to Ranma. Ranma only had a half smile to give in return. The girl's advance was totally lost on him. Okay, I take it back. They're both slow on the uptake.

"Well, I do sort of remember being in some big, strong arms…" she said, with some sultry emphasis.

"I did carry you from the clearing. You fainted when they carried you off."

"Well, then, I guess I owe you a-"

"Oh come on! Is everything in this world designed to waste my time?" yelled Ranma, both literally and figuratively putting his foot down. "If you wanna try and seduce him on your own time, that's fine, but can we at least do it in the comfort of a village?"

It was hard for anybody else to argue with that.

Chrom had been telling the truth when he said that the capital was near them. In less than an hour they were at the limits of a quaint but lively town. Ranma noticed the eyes of the townspeople darting in his direction. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, but in an unfamiliar world such as this he found it slightly harrowing. He was praying for the four-come-five to reach their base quickly. He was long past wanting answers. He just wanted to rest for a while.

But the five of them continued to walk past the town and towards the ornate castle on the distant hill. Ranma narrowed his eyes in confusion, then glanced back at the town, then over to the leader, getting close as they neared the castle's gate.

"Hey, Chrom…" he whispered. "We haven't missed a turn or somethin', have we?"

Chrom smiled and walked up to the two guards flanking the castle gates, and to Ranma's utter surprise, they quickly bowed to him.

"Welcome back, Prince Chrom, Princess Lissa. And Sir Frederick. Queen Emmeryn has been expecting you for some time," said the guard on the left. Ranma's upper lip twitched as the words echoed around in his skull, and he whipped his head back and forth between the siblings.

"Y-You! A-And her! And… I… You… Well, when the hell were you planning on bringing that up?" he said, his voice oddly small considering how he'd been previously.

"It was a wise move on his part," Frederick butted in. "He must have assumed he would be a more desirable target if you thought he was royalty rather than a commoner."

Chrom, his hands on his hips, just shrugged. "Well, truth be told, it slipped my mind…"

Frederick closed his eyes to avoid looking Ranma in the face.

"Care to give us any more insight, Sir Frederick?" Ranma said, an obnoxious smirk plastered across his face and his arms crossed. The only thing he liked more than being right was watching someone else be proven wrong.

Frederick simply groaned and pushed forward in front of them. Ranma, glancing side to side, caught Lissa with her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. When she looked back over his smirk had become a softer smile.

The guards stepped aside as Chrom ushered them in. Ranma gazed around the further they went, astonished at the size and grandeur of the structure. He had never exactly had a chance to take a good look at a castle before, let alone be in one without having to worry about saving his doll girlfriend or fighting a bird person. In retrospect, Ranma thought, his life had always been rather bizarre. Perhaps today was simply par for the course for him.

They finally entered an expansive and regal-looking room with green banners adorning the walls, hanging down. Torches lit the room, casting light to the far end, where atop a throne sat a very thin blonde-haired woman with skin even paler than Lissa's, clad in flowing green and white robes. Her stave was similar to Lissa's if not slightly more intimidating. Ranma felt his heartbeat as they were led closer.

Lissa and Chrom led the gaggle, with Frederick off to the side. He quickly bowed before the Exalt, before standing upright again.

A simple smile crossed her face as she looked to Chrom and Lissa. "Welcome back, brother, sister, Frederick." She said, acknowledging each with a nod of her head. "You're late. I became worried. You know how I feel about you all being gone so long without a report?"

"We ran into some complications," he said, gesturing to Ranma and the girl. Ranma uneasily waved back at the queen. She did not seem to acknowledge him.

"You found him outside the Outrealm Gate? Why is he here?" she asked, looking between the three. Chrom began to falter to find the words to describe it, so Lissa stepped forward.

"W-Well, we found him unarmed and unconscious. And uh, on our way back, we heard something in the forest…"

Frederick was the next to speak up. "The stranger fought admirably, Your Highness. Whatever style of combat he practices is quite… Unique. He took out a dozen brigands in a matter of seconds." Ranma was caught off guard by his defense. Frederick simply fell silent afterwards.

She looked in his direction with a slight grin. "Well, stranger…" she said, crossing her legs and seemingly changing her personality and her posture to more casual. "What may I call you by?"

Ranma shuffled his feet a bit and looked up. "U-Uh… I'm Ranma Saotome. And I'm sorry about this."

The queen smiled and stood up. "If my shepherd speaks the truth, you have little to be sorry for. I am the Exalt Emmeryn of Ylisse."

"U-Uh, hi…"

She smiled much more warmly this time. "Don't be alarmed. If you have saved my brother and sister, I owe you a debt of gratitude. Tell me… How have you come to be here?"

"I-I, uh… I don't know."

She tilted her head. "Well, surely you must have some memory of where you came from."

Frederick stepped forward and spoke up again. "Your Highness, however much an asset he may have been in defending us from our attackers, he's done little to prove himself to not be a threat to the crown. His clothing style does suggest the Chon'sin-"

"You just can't fuckin' help yourself, can you?" said Ranma, raising his voice regardless of who he stood before. "Is that the way you do things here, just stab your friends in the back after they help you away from some gangbangers? Is there a scrap of loyalty behind that-"

"Ranma!" snapped Lissa, elbowing him in the side.

"Frederick," chided Emmeryn, in a voice that made everyone snap to attention. She had not raised her voice hardly but her candor had made her more commanding. Even Ranma was silenced by it.

"Your concern has been noted, my friend, but I think we ought to let the man speak for himself." she said, resting her hands in her lap and turning back to look at him. With the feeling of five pairs of eyes on him, Ranma froze up. How the hell was he going to explain any of the truth to these people?

Chrom was the next to step forward. "Sister, believe me. He's had every opportunity to attack us from the outlands to now, and he hasn't taken one of them. In fact, it was he who took the initiative to save this woman from the grasp of a few criminals."

"And he saved my life," said Lissa, stepping forward by her brother's side. "If it weren't for him I would have had an arrow in my breast."

Chrom smiled into his sister's eyes. "He's done enough to gain my respect, sister."

Emmeryn walked back to Ranma, taking his hand. "And mine as well. You've done quite a duty in such a short time," she said, before bowing before him.

It said something that this was what made Ranma finally panic. He waved his hands around to try and gesture her to stop. "H-Hey! No need for this your, uh… Your Majesty. I only did what I would've done for anyone in that situation!"

Emmeryn stood tall again and shook her head. "It was no simple task you performed, Saotome. You chose to save a life at the risk of your own. I believe that is cause for praise"

Ranma rubbed the back of his head, his face red and his eyes turned toward the ceiling, awkwardly chuckling. "It's not a big deal... I was able to help, so I did…"

Chrom took Ranma's silence as a moment to speak up again, putting his hands behind his back. "Emm, with your permission I wish to induct Ranma into the shepherds. Not only would he be an asset because of his fighting skill,without a proper tactician, I believe he could be rather formidable."

Both Ranma and Frederick opened their mouths in shock and began to protest.

"Your Highness, he is completely unqualified! Fanciful fighting moves and a bit of dumb luck are hardly replacements for skilled strategization. No offense."

"No, I'm with you! I'm not cut out to be with you people!" said Ranma, hands clasped together. "You guys are at war! I've never been in anything more than a few brawls!"

Emmeryn looked between Ranma and Chrom, considering her brother's proposal before a smile crossed her face. "Yes. I believe our friend here has more than proven himself a worthy addition to our ranks."

Her gaze again went to Ranma, whose face had gone from red to blue. "And what say you? Will you join my brother's ranks to guard our borders?"

Ranma's mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to grasp how in the space of a few hours he could have gone from the streets of Nerima to being drafted into an army. His lip twitched as he imagined the kinds of grisly deaths he could experience in the pitch of battle.

"Ranma, please," said Chrom, taking his hand, an action which served to make him even more uncomfortable. "Ylisse is in need of a man like you. We face threat of invasion every day at our borders. Will you join us in our efforts?"

Ranma in a daze eked out something akin to a quiet "O-Okay."

Emmeryn smiled and touched his shoulder. "Then I pronounce you, Ranma Saotome, as the newest member of the Shepherds of Ylisse."

As he was embraced by the trio of siblings, Ranma had only a blank expression on his face, and a single thought running through his head.

I am so dead.


Author notes:

Hey guys! This is the other writer, you can call me Benegade. Sorry for the delay of this chapter, but I've been getting ready for college, and developing another story on the side. Let's just say the time added up. But, I hope you enjoy where RighteousJ and I are taking this! Juicy stuff is coming, so I hope you all stay tuned!

Alright this is the author who started this stuff, RighteousJ, great name I know. But this took awhile to get out, but I feel it's worth it, cause it's a lot longer than last chapter, and filled with so much more original content. Which to be fair, not gonna happen too often I think. But enough, trust me, I got a lot of future plans. So be ready for that stuff.

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