Author's Notes –
No more disclaimers – I posted them on the first ten chapters or so of the fic. I hope you're not that ignorant of ownership issues with this fic if you've been reading it this long.
I really hoped that the Packer's D-line would have buried the evil traitor several times last weekend, I'm just hoping that someone else will do that to him.
My computer's dead, officially. I'm borrowing the wife's but she's gotten hooked to Farmville and other online games so don't expect consistent updates until I get a new computer.
Yes, this Ranma is Sensei-Ranma, the rarely used Ranma. It's a very different Ranma than the typical portrayals in fanfiction, so expect plenty of surprises.
*****
For an experienced master like Happosai slipping into an estate full of skilled martial artists was easy. Hell, it was easier than slipping into Ayumi Hamasaki's place – that place was a fortress. Then again her security didn't just rely on only martial artists. Sighing, the ancient grandmaster and founder of Anything Goes Martial Arts wondered if the supposedly old fashioned mistress of the compound would ever bother with either adding elements of technology to her estate's defenses. As a grandmaster himself he knew the limitations that typical high level martial artists encountered, and none of the martial artists here were beyond typical.
In a matter of moments the ancient fighter found himself being carried into the mistress' chamber. Once the attendants were gone the tiny martial artist lifted the lid to the tray, announcing his presence to the woman even as she sat in the shadows. She was anything by your typical high level martial artist. True, she wasn't on par with Cologne, but she did have resources that far outstretched the ancient Chinese Amazon.
"It's been a long time my dear," the ancient said as he set the lid to the main entrée down behind him. "I must say, your current chef is much better than the one you had the last time I stopped by."
"This one's actually Japanese this time," the woman replied.
"I think I tasted some Central or South American influences," Happosai stated as he licked his teeth. "Avocado, mango, and something else – the old masters would never have dared to add something like that to their entrees."
Silently considering the ancient grandmaster the woman remained hidden in the shadows, confident that her unwelcome guest would not try to venture past the sheer curtain that stood between them.
"But I didn't come here just for the food," Happosai finally said as he removed the lid to one of the side dishes.
"So you finally named an heir?" the woman asked coolly.
"Yep," Happosai said cheerfully as he grabbed a piece of shrimp tempura that longer than his arm. Then again, considering his size that comparison really wasn't very impressive. "Funny thing is I think he took your granddaughter as a student Gettou-san."
Though she showed no physical signs of distress, it was clear to the tiny martial artist that the woman was clearly not happy with the news.
"Ooh, soft shelled crab!" Happosai exclaimed. "But I really must be going. Give your new chef my regards. Should I pass your regards to you grandson?"
In a flash, a literal flash, the tiny figure was gone, leaving no trace of his ever being there save for the fact that the food on the tray was now completely gone.
The woman scowled. This was unexpected. She knew that Nodoka had a son, but despite her best efforts her spies had not been able to discover anything of the boy. Given how common a name Saotome was it was hard for her spies to find any credible leads on either Genma or his son. It didn't help that the bastard had left the country with the child for over a decade.
And then there was Motoko. Even the matriarch of the Gettou family didn't know who Motoko's biological father was, though she had limited it to one of her three "fathers" even she wasn't sure anymore.
But to have her only living daughter go rogue and marry one of the perverted martial artists students and then to have her only granddaughter tainted by Happosai's teachings was a slap in the face to her entire family and everything that they had worked for. True, Nodoka had been completely useless as a martial artist, though she had at least maintained the culture and sophistication of someone of her station she lacked the physical skills that her younger sister had, thus making her completely useless. True, she balanced out her sister's lack of culture, but without the physical skills necessary to hold her own against the others in their organization Nodoka was essentially useless. No, she was even worse now as she had apparently provided Happosai with an heir to his upstart of a school.
She'd definitely have to send more agents to investigate the matter and possibly intervene. Perhaps she could even salvage something out of this sudden and unexpected turn of events.
*****
Few of the many people who claimed to know the pigtailed martial artist would ever claim that Ranma was smart - Smart-mouthed maybe, but not smart. Given his tendency to sleep through his classes and essentially ignore his education few ever had reason to think that there was anything but muscle inside of the young martial artist's head.
Yet despite the lack of any evidence to the contrary, Ranma was very bright and even intelligent. It wasn't just his perceptiveness and physical abilities that had allowed him to master many amazing techniques and skills, though they surely helped. Without a sharp mind that allowed him to accept the impossible (or allowed him to see things through a broader scope than others) the pigtailed martial artist wouldn't have excelled at martial arts or beaten all his various opponents. His seemingly unique ability to see an attack (technique, skill, or pattern) and deconstruct it, then reconstruct it to find a weakness always gave him an edge, so long as he could endure or avoid the initial assault or at least come back for a rematch.
For the first time in, well, his short life (when compared to someone like Happosai or Cologne it was very short) Ranma found himself engrossed in a pile of books and scrolls, each one describing the various aspects of martial arts and its benefits to the practitioner's mind, body, and soul/spirit. Having dedicated much (hell, all) of his life to the physical and mental aspects of martial arts, the young master and heir of Anything Goes Martial Arts slowly opened his eyes to the spiritual side of the very arts he'd seen, fought, and mastered. Kung Fu, Chinese Kempo, Tai Chi Chuan, Aikido, Jujutsu, yoga, and Jeet Kune Do all had some spiritual aspect to them that Ranma had long ignored.
"Morning," the now familiar voice of Teruharu "Hideo" Kosukegawa called out as the rather scrawny youth entered the dojo. Though he had started a job recently over the winter holiday the boyfriend of Ranma's primary student always stopped by the dojo even on the days that he wasn't scheduled to practice with the young master of the dojo.
"Good morning sensei," the ever formal and timid Motoko said as she offered Ranma a formal bow.
Absently nodding at his pupils, Ranma barely looked up from the book he was currently reading.
"You didn't spend all night reading that, did you?" Motoko asked as she slipped off her thick winter coat.
"Nope, different book," the smart-mouthed dojo master and instructor replied as he closed the book The Tao of Jeet Kune Do. "I was reading his biography last night, well, one of them.
"Now, did you go through the Tai Chi Chuan steps that I showed you?" he asked as he stood up and turned to his primary student and her boyfriend. Seeing Tenruharu's slightly bowed head and Motoko's timid nod told him all he needed to know.
"I needed to stretch anyways; why don't we start with that first," Ranma suggested.
"Should we wait for Hino-san?" Motoko asked.
Ranma shook his head. "She'll jump in when she gets here."
Though Ranma wasn't a big fan of "soft" styles like Tai Chi, the pigtailed martial artists knew that Tai Chi and to a lesser degree yoga would help both of his students with their flexibility as well as help them develop the coordination that they would need for to learn other, harder styles. Balance was something that both Motoko (and her many different personas) and Teruharu needed, and not just on the physical level. But he'd get to that later. Right now he needed to ingrain in his pupils the dedication they needed to master Tai Chi.
*****
The faint sunlight of winter barely warmed the girl's dark skin as she sat in the sunlight. Signs of the long, cold winter slowly giving way to the warmer and more cheerful spring teased her as she gazed out at the multitude of green buds on the trees, a sure sign that the trees were coming back to life. Though spring promised to be much warmer for the tall girl, she couldn't help but wonder how the new term and year were going to affect her.
Having been called back over the winter holidays Botan had been forced to give an inconclusive report. Though she suspected that Motoko Gettou was perhaps a skilled fighter, she had yet to acquire any proof to prove that matter. The tiny girl, Ginga, appeared to be an adequate red, and Hino-san was a decent brown (blue + yellow + a bit of red), but her target had made no sign of showing any of her abilities.
Sitting before the mistress, the tall girl refrained from shifting her weight as she sat. It'd been nearly an hour since she or the veiled mistress had spoken last. Having provided a written report to the mistress Botan simply waited as the mistress read over the report.
The sound of papers being set down slowly drew Botan out of her reverie as the mistress once again focused on the young martial artist.
"So you have failed to assess the extent of Motoko Gettou's abilities," the veiled woman stated.
"I have not had adequate time to properly assess them mistress," the tanned girl pleaded.
"No," the woman replied, "you haven't. Tell me, what of the fighters that you did see?"
Surprised by the sudden turn of events Botan blinked as she sought an answer. "Izuru Hino appears to be very capable."
"A green, perhaps even a brown," the woman stated. "And this girl, Ginga was it? She's a dark red."
Nodding, Botan scanned her memory for any other skilled fighters. "There is also a Ranma Saotome," she added. How could I forget to add him to my report?
"Saotome?"
"Yes, though I haven't seen him fight myself, I have seen some of his physical exploits," Botan exclaimed. "He ran a hundred meters in nearly world record time, did over five hundred pull ups in a few minutes, jumped well over the top of the volleyball net, and is said to have jumped out of a window on the third floor without injuring himself."
"You've seen him do all that?" the woman asked, clearly skeptical of Ranma's physical feats.
"I was on the opposing team in volleyball, and he was in my homeroom when he jumped out of the window," the tall martial artist explained.
"And why would he do that?"
"Um, well, he said he wanted to get lunch and that if he didn't hurry there wouldn't be any bread left." Her dark skin barely hid her embarrassment as she explained her classmate's extremely odd behavior. Who could explain half of what Ranma did?
The pair sat silently for several minutes as Botan waited for her mistress to speak.
"You will continue your mission," the mistress finally said, breaking the long silence. "You are to assess the capabilities of Motoko Gettou."
Botan nodded.
"I'll have Sora assess this Ranma Saotome."
Startled by her mistress' words, Botan failed to note the fact that her mistress seemed to be gritting her teeth at the mention of the pigtailed martial artist. "I'm sending Sumire as well. Do not interfere with her mission or Sora's. I'll instruct them to avoid interfering with your investigation as well."
Nodding, Botan bowed to the veiled woman before standing up and exiting the room.
Three different agents were being sent to Saotome High School, and the three of them clearly didn't like each other. Either this was a brilliant move or the mistress clearly knew something that she had not wanted to let her agent know.
*****
A gentle spring breeze caressed the dark skinned girl's cheek, sending a slight shiver down her spine as she was reminded of the colder temperatures of Japan's spring and winter. Having lived in the warm, south Pacific Ginga was not used to the chilly winters that Japan had, nor was she used to the thick coat and socks that were supposed to provide her with some protection from the invasive cold air.
Burying her face into her thick scarf she glowered at her companions. For weeks on end her cousin Teruharu had been waking up early every morning to practice some odd looking dance. True, he rarely moved his feet, but it looked much more like a dance than a form of fighting, at least to the small girl.
Watching as her cousin froze himself in the slowly greening yard, Ginga yawned even as she pulled her coat tighter to her tiny body.
Normally she didn't bother watching Teruharu's odd morning ritual. Had she known that the same person that was instructing her cousin was also instructing her friend and rival the tanned girl probably would have paid more attention to her cousin's training, but as it was she simply chose to laugh as her rather clumsy cousin fell over as he appeared to move his right leg up for a slow sweeping kick.
"You don't have to watch and laugh," the scrawny boy shouted as he pulled himself back to his feet. He'd definitely have work on that move if he didn't want his sensei to work him into the ground. Even with his new job he knew that he couldn't slack off on his lessons, especially since both Motoko (and Hibiki, Fujiko, and Mikiri) and Hino-san were all giving their best to absorb Ranma's teachings. As tempting as it was to simply run errands for Ranma in exchange for the lessons, he knew just how hard it was to work for Ranma as the master martial artist seemed to lack the proper articulation to express himself or his ideas clearly, even if it was just instructions in his lessons. Then again, maybe it was because everyone else was a fighter and martial artists, thus they understood the basics of what Ranma was trying to tell them. Either that or they understood better because they were girls and Ranma was a girl part of the time.
Startled by the sudden image of Ranko (as he'd become accustomed to calling that version of Ranma) the runty boy fell over once again.
"Hideo!" his mother shouted from the kitchen. "If you don't start getting ready now you're never going to make it to school on time!"
Sighing, he got up and hurried inside. This was going to be a long day.
With his mother's excitement at finally being able to walk a "daughter" to her first day of school, Teruharu Kosukegawa knew that he would have to skip his now usual stop at Ranma's dojo before heading to school. Given the nature of the day it wasn't a surprise that Ranma had let him off the hook, then again, it wasn't one of his training days.
But for Ginga things were different. Having spent the past few months getting appropriate clothes for the colder weather as well as taking the entrance exams for Saotome High School, the tiny fighter had only managed to spar occasionally with Hino and Hibiki at Ranko's dojo. Though she was over often she rarely ever saw Ranma actually teaching/instructing the others (or anyone really) and simply assumed that the others went there just to use the open spaces that Ranko's dojo provided.
Having never attended any formal schools, Ginga was slightly nervous at the prospect. The fact that cousin Hideo and Hino-san were at the same school helped ease her mind somewhat, but she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. The small populace of her native island was easily outnumbered by the many students that gathered at the school.
Seeing her cousin rushing ahead to meet up with his friends and classmates Ginga forced herself to slowly and deliberately walk past the gated entrance of the school. Still unaccustomed to the thick, baggy leggings and heavy winter coat the girl from a tropical island in the South Pacific hoped that she wouldn't suffer from some wardrobe malfunction. After all, she didn't want to make a bad impression on her new schoolmates.
"That loincloth kid is a girl?" Ozuma mumbled, slightly startled by the revelation.
"Did you see what she was wearing this morning?" the brown haired Katou interjected with a slight smirk. "She was decked out so thick she looked like the O from Gundam."
Ranma blinked. Having no idea what the hell Gundam was (he preferred Dragon Ball, but not Dragon Ball Z) he clearly didn't catch the reference.
"And she's got those supper loose socks on at this time of year," the spiky haired Saitou exclaimed, clearly amused at the way Ginga was dressed.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ranma looked down at his suit. Even he couldn't get away with wearing his usual red silk shirt and black pants on a day like today. All the teachers (and his peers as well) had essentially bribed him into wearing the school uniform (though the Chinese Buffet was worth it).
"Those are the legwarmers that Kosukegawa-kun's mother made for her!" Motoko squeaked in protest. "She can't help it, she was born on a tropical island and this is her first real winter."
Admonished by the cute girl, the other boys bowed their heads and looked at the cold, hard ground.
"Morning," Hino greeted as she and Ginga walked towards the small group.
"Morning," Saitou and Katou returned, just a half second before the others replied.
Leading the new second years away from the entrance to the school Ranma felt a strange sensation running through his body. In two years time he'd be done with High School, possibly forever (college really didn't appeal to him, but it was an option). In all his time in Nerima he never really made the effort to enjoy his high school life as he simply tried to get by and survive his martial arts life. Regardless of what he thought about school, this was quite possible only opportunity to enjoy school with his peers and friends. Maybe he could make an effort to enjoy himself just a bit more. Maybe.
*****
Slowly trailing after the others Kosukegawa and Motoko walked side by side, simply enjoying the fact that they were together. True, they were just walking together, but it was something. Idly listening to their classmates and friends ahead of them the two walked in silence as they tried to work up the courage to talk to each other.
"Um, you're going to be starting cram school soon, right?" Motoko managed to ask as the group reached the building.
"Yeah," Kosukegawa replied sheepishly. Though Ranma was essentially giving him lessons for free the runty upperclassman knew that Cram School would be expensive. Hopefully he only needed to go for one year and not more. But with his grades no one was willing to say that for sure. "I guess I'm going to be pretty busy soon, and with your lessons…." Be a man, he mentally scolded himself. "W-would you… how about we do something this afternoon? Is there somewhere you'd like to go?"
"What?" a clearly surprised Motoko exclaimed.
My first goal is to call you Motoko-chan… because you're my woman! An image of his beautiful girlfriend filled his mind, even as he walked beside her. And after that, I want to… hold your hand.
"I'll let you decide Kosukegawa-kun," the timid girl replied as she looked at the ground before her.
And then before summer break, maybe I could k-kiss her… his eyes focused on her gentle lips. Kiss… Well, why stop there? I might even be able to touch her!!! If we can get that far before summer than maybe over summer break… Images of a naked Motoko covering her ample breasts and blushing filled his mind. "Where should we do it?"
Motoko paused. What?! Did he just say where should we do it?
If you don't wanna then I can take over, Hibiki teased.
I think I just saw a terribly obscene aura, Motoko thought as she ignored her more aggressive persona.
"Huh? Is something wrong?" Kosukegawa asked as he turned around.
Having failed to realize that she'd stopped walking, the busty girl fought to maintain control of her body.
"Did you think of somewhere you wanted to go?" the scrawny boy asked.
"A... somewhere with lots of people," she mumbled. I wonder if this is a good idea.
*****
The was a reason why Ginga hated large buildings – not only did they block out the feel of the elements, the insides looked the same. Turning her head to the left, then to the right, the small first year student strained her mind as she tried to recall just where her homeroom was. I don't even know what floor I'm on, or where cousin Hideo's room is. "Sensei!" she exclaimed spotting a somewhat familiar face.
"I ain't no teacher," the lean, tall youth scowled as he loosened his tie.
"But you stood at the head of our class at the ceremony," the clueless girl stated.
"My name's Aizawa, so I'm first on the attendance list," he grumbled as he climbed the stairs.
With nothing better to do, the tiny girl followed the taller boy as he went up to the roof.
Opening the door the lean, lanky punk smiled as he spotted the handful of older students.
"Yo, what are you doing up here man?" the first of them said as he spotted the new comer. "Is the opening ceremony already over?"
"I'm new here," Aizawa stated with a feral grin. "Are you third years?"
"Yeah, so?" another one of the older students replied.
"I thought I'd come and greet the strongest guy in school," the tall punk stated.
Each of the third years exchanged a glance.
"You're looking for Hino-san," the first speaker replied.
"No way, Saotome's much stronger than she is," the second speaker added. "Dude did like 500 pull ups in a couple of minutes!"
"That's just a story," a blond haired punk replied.
"Dude, I was there," the fourth senior interjected, "Saotome did 500 even – he didn't even break a sweat."
Aizawa blinked. No way in hell! That's impossible. These jokers are just jerking me around.
"Anyone who saw that fight at the school festival knows that Hino's the strongest," the first speaker countered. "Ask her – she fought with Hino!"
Aizawa turned around. Seeing the tiny, tanned girl in her thick winter uniform he blinked. What the hell, she fought the strongest in the school? "Now you guys are pissing me off!"
"Hey, it's loincloth girl!" one of the other senior exclaimed.
"You go to school here now?" the blond punk exclaimed as he slowly backed up. Clearly he didn't want to stand by his word.
"Whatcha doing on the roof?" the clueless island girl asked as she stood in the doorway.
"I wanted to meet the strongest person in the school," the tall punk answered. "But they say that you fought the strongest in the school during the festival."
"Yeah, you fought with Hino-san," the first senior added.
Slightly embarrassed, Ginga scratched her head, "Yeah… she beat me good. But I did get a good shot in."
"What are you doing up here anyways?" the second senior asked.
"A, actually, I forgot where my classroom is," the embarrassed girl explained. "But if you're looking for the strongest of the second years, I know where to find them… though I don't know which room they're in," Ginga beamed.
Two periods later the duo found themselves standing before the attractive redhead with much help from a handful of other students and teachers guidance.
"Oh, you've made a new friend already!" the friendly redhead exclaimed as she clasped her hands together and bowed politely to the taller first year student.
Clearly astonished by the very pretty girl standing before him Aizawa blinked. He'd expected someone like Megumi Fujii or Hasie Wantanabe, or maybe Erin Toughill, but this pretty little thing before him, was she really a fighter?
"Um," he finally said, "we're just classmates. Are you really the strongest one in the school?"
Putting a finger to her lips, the redhead looked up at Aizawa. "Why are you looking for the strongest person in the school?"
"I think he wants to be the 'guardian'," Ginga said as she slowly pieced things together.
"Guardian?" the tall punk exclaimed. Like in that manga?
"Ah, yes, the Guardian," the redhead exclaimed. Just like on the island. "I'm not really well versed in that role – I will entrust it to you!"
Grasping his hands she smiled at him, making him go weak in the knees.
"That makes you number one," she added.
Somehow he managed to refrain from somehow acting out against the petite girl even as he slowly backpedaled away from her.
"Satisfied?" Ginga asked, a smile on her face.
Trembling, Aizawa pulled away. "I'm looking for the strongest guy, not the strongest girl!" he exclaimed. Really, he couldn't fight a girl, even if she was a proper fighter like Erin Toughill or Megumi Fujii.
"Oh, you're looking for a strong guy?" the redhead exclaimed. "Well, Ranma is training me now."
Ginga blinked. "You mean he's training you and Kosukegawa and Hibiki?"
The redhead nodded.
"Is he really that strong?" the tall punk asked, glad to finally have a good fight on his hands.
*****
"So this is Saotome High School?" the busty woman smirked as she glanced at the small line of 'anxious' boys lined up outside of the nurse's office.
"It's not always like this," Mr. Tanaka smirked as he looked over the line of hormonal young men. "But I can see why."
*****
"Hello, my name is Sora Uzura," the raven haired girl said as she offered her new classmates a polite bow. As a new student she knew that she had to make a good impression, still, she hated school. If only Tsukishima hadn't failed on her mission, the raven haired girl thought as she hiked up her skirt. If she'd done her job I wouldn't have to be here with stupid Sumire. But still, this Ranma's kinda cute.
Enduring usual torment of being interrogated by her new classmates she discretely stole glances at several students; first at the freakishly tall Botan Tsukishima, then at the devilishly cute Ranma Saotome.
Straightening her outfit, she carefully and strolled over to her seat, the one right next to the cute little devil himself. Though the mistress had tried to place her in the same homeroom as Izuru Hino she had ended up in the same room as the pigtailed Ranma Saotome. True, he wasn't the objective of her mission, but who cared? So long as she didn't mess with Sumire's investigation.
Despite the need to not draw too much attention to herself and to make a good impression, the raven haired girl couldn't help but feel just a bit flustered and frustrated as her attempts to flirt with the very attractive Ranma Saotome met with no results. Then again, it wasn't her fault that he had fallen asleep in class. She'd definitely have to keep an eye on him outside of class though.
Sitting through the boring class she stirred only when the bell rang at the end of the period. Though Ranma stirred enough at the end of the class to quickly finish the assignment before rushing off somewhere with several other boys in their class.
The second period was much the same as the first, very forgettable. Though she had managed to sneak into Ranma's desk and steal his assignment from the first period. She'd expected that he had just quickly jotted down some notes and half assed answers, but to see that he'd correctly answered all the problems to the math assignment Sora was more than a little surprised. Was he that smart? And if he was a truly good fighter then he really was quite a catch. Well, if you could get past his messy handwriting he was pretty good.
The bell announcing the end of the second period after the morning ceremony barely registered to Sora as she leaned back in her seat. Once again Ranma pulled took out the assignment and quickly finished it.
"Ranma!" several voices called out just minutes after the bell sounded.
"Yo," the ever casual and relaxed Ranma replied, "what's up Hino? Hey Ginga."
Sitting up at the mention of two of the individuals that she and Sumire had been sent to observe, the raven haired girl, and virtually everyone else in the room looked up.
"Ginga's new friend wants to be the Guardian," Hino stated with a pleasant smile on her lips.
The rest of the class quickly stirred at those words, the title Guardian resounding with various connotations to everyone in the room.
It didn't surprise Ranma that someone wanted a piece of him. Hell, things had been that way before - he was just surprised that it had taken him this long to have someone challenge him. But this was the new Ranma. As a sensei and master of his own dojo he was above taking random challenges, especially at school. Challenges to his dojo were one thing, but school yard brawls were below him. Still, he couldn't ignore a challenge, but how to deal with it without losing face and without tarnishing his honor?
Instinctively he stood up and walked out to the hallway despite not knowing how to resolve this issue. In the short time between standing up at his desk and getting out to the hallway, the pigtailed boy had his solution.
Word of the impending fight quickly spread through the neighboring classrooms even as the teachers sought to intervene (wow, responsible teachers for once).
"No fighting Saotome!" Miss Fuji the science teacher shouted.
"You heard her," Ranma said as he eyed the tall punk. "If you really want a fight against a dojo master, come to my dojo, but you want a simple school yard brawl, I'm not gonna give that to you. But I can see that you're itching for some action – so tell you what, if you can land a hit on me before the bell sounds for the next class I'll admit that you're stronger than me."
"Oooh!" the gathered students exclaimed even as the closest students backed away, leaving the two enough room to rumble.
"And I won't use my hands to parry," the pigtailed boy said as he slipped his hands behind his back.
Enraged by the blatant display of disrespect, the taller Aizawa charged only to stop as he found Ranma's foot a mere centimeter from his face.
"Oooh!" the gathered students exclaimed, clearly amazed at the display of speed and precision from the pigtailed boy.
Aizawa blinked. He hadn't seen anything, but he'd felt the delicate and precise hits that had clipped his uniform.
"You've got some skill, but you're not even close to being in my league," Ranma stated. Retracting his foot he stood tall as he extended his hand and revealed the dozen buttons to the punk's uniform even as the jacket of the winter uniform slowly opened.
"He said he wasn't going to hit him, but look at what he did to dude's coat!" someone exclaimed.
"Did you see that?!"
"He didn't need to hit the guy to end the fight!"
Looking his opponent in the eye Ranma grabbed his hand before dumping the buttons into his hand. "You want to be the Guardian or whatever, fine - be the Guardian," he whispered to the stunned Aizawa.
*****
A/N
I think I'll just leave things where they're at for now.
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