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Tokyo at night.
This sentence often produces a vision of busy streets, screaming traffic and flashing neon lights, not to mention huge billboards lighting up, advertising various soft drink products, TV shows, new computer games or sexual aids of various kinds ranging from imported beer to penis enlargement pills.
Of course, while this is true, it is not universally applicable for the entirety of the city.
The area around a certain apartment complex was a much calmer place … only two cars a minute, and maximum thirty people along the streets at any given time.
A shadow seemed to detach itself from the alley of the apartment complex, and started ascending the fire escape on the outside of the building.
This was an unusually fat shadow … as could be seen around its waist … it could certainly afford to lose several kilos of weight, but the nimbleness of movement said it didn't concern itself with it as it was good enough already.
After some struggling to find the specific window it was after, which happened to be open for some reason, the shadow crept inside to a living room, where sat a redheaded girl in her late teens, facing the door in anticipation of unwanted entry.
"Foolish boy!" the shadow growled as it lunged at the girl, "Never expect an attack from the most obvious point of entry!"
"I didn't," replied the girl calmly. The shadow had by now entered the light, revealing it to be Saotome Genma, but he got no further, as some unseen hands caught hold of him and held him in the air, no matter how much he struggled. "Let's take this outside."
With a casual toss of her head, the girl somehow ordered the hands to throw Genma back outside, through the entrance Genma had come in through, magnificently managing to avoid any damage to the frames despite his flailing limbs.
As he sailed through the air, Genma prepared himself for the landing, bunching his legs up and curling into a ball so he could roll with the momentum, like any experienced fighter would … only he never hit the ground.
Opening his eyes, he saw the ground before his eyes, only to be flipped around to see his child descending from the same window, floating down as though she was on an escalator instead of on air. To make the vision worse, the redhead's eyes were glowing with power … power he had never known his child to have … power even the Master would be hard pressed to rival … power he would have made sure his child never got hold of had he known this could happen.
Ranma touched down out of arms reach of her father and brushed off imaginary dust and smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her pants. Now that he thought about it, Genma could not help but wonder why his child, the boy he had raised to be a man among men, in his own way, was wearing that top … it looked like it was painted on in black paint, emphasising the sizable, yet manageable, bust that clearly called out "I am woman" … most peculiar … in the past Ranma had almost beaten people up for changing her against her will, almost being the operative word … most of those who did change her were weak, and therefore not worthy of being attacked.
"Let's find somewhere more suitable for our kind of battle, shall we?" asked Ranma casually in a tone that suggested that she did not expect, nor would she tolerate, a reply. Unfortunately, Genma didn't have the good sense to pick up on this.
"Set me down at once, boy!" he bellowed angrily. "Oh, what a weak and girly son I have, who resorts to teaching others the sealed techniques so they can restrain me from teaching him the errors of his ways!" it was a weak complaint, and didn't really make much sense, but it usually got his son riled up enough to get sloppy and lose his temper. Come to think of it, why was his son in his cursed form?
-Thwack!-
Genma found himself bouncing off the pavement for a moment, having been most violently thrust into it, before being picked up once more.
"You never learn, do you?" asked Ranma rhetorically as she strolled down the street with the floating fool beside her.
There was a park not too far from her mother's apartment, only a few minutes of walking, and it seemed like the least likely place to do major property damage if she was to fight her father. And at this hour, the only possible victims caught in the crossfire would be of the unsavoury kind.
The pair of them got many stares as they travelled down the street, and at least three cars came close to driving up lamp posts in their distracted state. Of course, the reason Ranma got the attention was for her rather revealing choice in "tops", as many would assume the mage suit to be when they only saw the top half, and though they were more adapted to her size, her breasts were still impressive, and could draw the attention of most men around that had not been dead for a year. Genma gained attention because not only was he a dangerous criminal, but he was floating along, shouting obscenities at the attractive woman, calling her a foolish, disgraceful boy.
Only once the two were in the middle of the park did Ranma drop her father from her telekinetic hold.
"Right, pops," started Ranma as Genma got to his feet. "I'm supposed to bring you in, but since I don't want you to think me weak, I'm going to give you a fighting chance … defeat me, and I'll let you walk away … lose, and you'll never leave prison on your own again."
With this said, Ranma got into a serious defensive stance.
Genma decided that his son-turned-daughter needed to learn a lesson, but still. "I will not fight you until you change back! I don't fight weak, little girls!"
Figuring as much, Ranma ignited her flaming skull, scaring her father witless.
"You will fight me!" she growled. "Whether you want to or not!"
Genma, having made a living out of sensing more powerful fighters and avoiding them, recognised the danger signs in his child, and thus, after managing to gather control of his body, decided there was only one thing he could do.
"Saotome Final Technique!" he declared boldly. "Run away!"
Ranma, being familiar with the procedure, disengaged the flaming skull and gave chase as her father ran for it.
Genma ran off the paved path and started zigzagging through the trees and bushes, jumping onto, swinging from and dodging under branches, hoping his child had gotten soft in her absence from his instruction.
Looking briefly over his shoulder, he was both disappointed and proud to see that this was not the case … apparently, Ranma had figured out that her father wasn't promoting her training as much as he had claimed … after all, no master really wished to be surpassed by their students, but only the petty ones let this feeling affect their judgement to such a degree that they sabotaged the training. Genma was one such teacher, one who shunned no means to make sure that his child was the strongest there was … second only to him and under his control.
Apparently, some time away from him had made his child realise this and corrected the faults he had taught … impressive, but not good for him.
However, if he could get clear of the park wall, he could shake her off in what crowds were out at this hour.
Retreating a few moments back in time, we would find Nodoka, Beebee and Lydia racing down the street. They had heard the commotion Genma and Ranma had caused, and thus awoken. They had used a few moments to get decent, then followed the pair to the park where they had all agreed Ranma should fight.
Just as the gate of the park came into view, they saw Genma breaking out of the shrubs along the side, and look around for an escape route.
Nodoka saw this look, and made a few gestures with her right hand, ending up with pointing a flat hand at her former husband.
A series of smoke bombs erupted, and from various shadows near the park, several ninja sprung out, forming a human wall in front of the park entrance.
Ranma felt the ninja spring from their hiding places to block the most obvious path Genma would choose, and sprung out of the foliage to deliver a flying kick across her father's face while he was stunned at the sudden escalation of the situation.
Genma was dazed for a moment after the kick that nearly removed his head from his neck, but soon got his act together. He realised that he would not be able to escape this fight … then, it was time to show his ungrateful whelp how much he had been holding back during her training.
Settling into a wide stance, Genma released his aura, meaning to stun his child much like the Master could do to him by displaying his aura.
Ranma, having been in secret training even before her little adventure to another world, knew this trick, and was therefore prepared to combat it … she turned her back on the display, therefore not receiving even a tenth of its full strength, as most of the stunning power was directed at the eyes … it could almost be classified as Genjutsu in a way … if the victim was not looking at it, or was aware of the effect, it wasn't very effective.
For added insurance, she formed the tiger seal with her hands, and muttered "Kai!" simulating one of the biggest sources of techniques she had copied … manga. She hadn't really tried this technique before now, so she wasn't entirely certain it would work properly, but she was doing her best to achieve the desired result.
Genma, assuming he had the upper hand, darted in to finish the fight, only to find his strike missing.
Giving it another try, and another, and another, Genma could not understand how he kept missing … Ranma should be completely paralysed with fear.
Ranma on the other hand just kept dodging, and was going in a familiar spiral pattern. The heat from the anger and confusion her father gave off would be more than enough for her means.
Genma suddenly realised that the world was going in circles, and a very brief glance at the ground in between strikes and kicks confirmed his sneaking suspicion … his child was going to use the most dangerous weapon in her arsenal apart from the sealed techniques!
With a mighty leap, Genma broke the spiral and stood back, breathing heavily with exertion.
"You failed your little attack!" he exclaimed in a barking laugh. "That attack only works if the victim isn't aware of it!"
"Which is why you fell into my real trap," replied Ranma calmly. It was amazing what turning into a werecreature did for one's endurance … she wasn't even winded, whereas a month ago, roughly, she would have started to breathe heavily right about this time in the match.
Genma was surprised when he felt himself tightly gripped by the throat, forearms and shins.
Looking down and around, he was most surprised to find five of his child … since when was Ranma a sextuplet? And why were they girls as well? Not to mention identically dressed. Was it the cursed mirror again?
His musing was cut short when Ranma, the only one not holding him in place, suddenly appeared before him, with her fist buried in his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs.
Since when was Ranma this strong? He hadn't even seen the punch coming!
Not matter, Genma started struggling as soon as he regained enough air to keep a somewhat clear head.
The five Ranma holding him disappeared in puffs of smoke, leaving nothing as evidence to their existence apart from something white on him … what was that?
Again, shrugging the inconsequential from his mind, Genma lunged at his child, who stood confidently in place.
Something was definitely off … Genma could tell … he had been the master of his body for most his life, not the other way around, and could tell something was off. The first thing was his speed … it was much slower than it was supposed to be. The next was his strength. He felt like he was putting his all behind his fist, but for some reason, it didn't feel that much. The last thing was that he was not recovering from the punch to the gut nearly as fast as he was supposed to.
Foolish boy, standing still to take the punch like that … had he forgotten everything he had been teaching for their entire training trip?
This was the last thing Genma thought before the strike hit.
-Crack!-
Genma stared at his son-turned-daughter.
Why didn't her head budge against his hit?
It was a clean hit, straight to the jaw with as much effort as he usually reserved for lethal fights, designed to at least fracture the thing enough to get her distracted for an incapacitating blow.
No such thing had happened … she hadn't even flinched.
"Take a picture," muttered the redhead. "It'll last longer."
For some reason, Genma felt somewhat sluggish … and in an almost drunken manner, he looked at the jaw he had struck, and couldn't even see the signs of a budding bruise.
Looking at his hand in astonishment, Genma noticed something very strange … he hurt! His fist actually hurt! And something fierce at that!
The pain suddenly increased, as though it had been swimming upstream against his shock, and he found himself actually fighting back tears, and gritting his teeth. He hadn't had to do this since he first joined with the Master.
What was going on here?
"In case you're wondering," commented Ranma. "You've lost your power."
Genma stared blankly at his daughter.
"The reservoir of ki you've been expanding on for years has been cut off …" explained Ranma, as though to a toddler. "All the things you used to do to enhance your performance won't work any more … I've cut off your conscious access to them by means of those," Ranma pointed to the white Genma had noticed when the other five Ranma had released him. As he looked down, he saw what looked like white, metal bracers. On his legs were what looked like leg irons, and around his neck was a loose metal choker. Feeling them with his good hand told him there was no seam on them, nor a lock to unlock them. "There is no lock for you to pick, old man," added Ranma, seeing the despair in her father's eyes. "Only those with a certain ki signature can unlock them, and I have no plans of telling you who they are, apart from me, or how they do it."
He looked desperately at his child.
"Son," he grunted, the pain in his hand making the task of speaking somewhat awkward. "Take these off me now! I demand you take them off! As your father, I command you to release me!"
"No can do, pops," growled Ranma, her mood suddenly changing to smouldering ire. "You broke nearly every law in the country, repeatedly, you have to face the consequences of your actions and inactions … and it is my duty to make sure that the Emperor's nation is no longer in danger from you … I chose the merciful path that allowed you to live."
Genma was allowed to think for a moment … to reflect on what his daughter said.
Obviously, this was not a very good idea.
Quickly reaching behind him with his good hand, where his backpack had stayed miraculously in place and intact the whole time, Genma pulled out his final solution.
With all his might, he flung a very dazed cat at Ranma, hoping he could take advantage of the mayhem that was sure to follow and escape to figure out a way to get rid of those pesky devices strapped to his person and then avoid going back to prison.
The plan backfired when Ranma simply snagged the feline from the air and gently placed it on the ground, giving it a light pat on the head before nudging it away with her boot and turning to face her father. Hate was literally burning in her eyes.
Seeing this, Genma finally gave up.
He obviously couldn't escape his child … and he didn't want to go back to prison … there was only one escape.
"Life without the Art is no life at all," grunted Genma, anger starting to drown the pain of a hand with several fractured knuckles. "Kill me now and get it over with!"
"I think not," interrupted a stately voice. "I still have a few issues to settle with you."
Looking over her shoulder, Ranma saw her mother approach, along with Beebee and Lydia, all three with fire in their eyes … huh, maybe they were carrying a grudge towards the fat man because of what he had done to her throughout her life?
With unintelligible screams of fury, the three swooped in and started a beating much too violent for mention.
Yup, definitely a grudge, concluded Ranma, and winced in sympathy as her father let out a very high pitch shriek of pain from a low blow.
In Hokkaido, Kounji Ukyo and Mousse were coming out of their … er … feverish exploits and were not entirely sure why they were in the same room, let alone the same bed, and let's not forget nude and funky from sweat and other less clear scents.
It took a few moments for Ukyo to realise that she had given herself away so freely to someone other than her Ranchan, and she hated herself for it.
"Why?" she asked no one in particular. She loved Ranma, why had she abandoned his memory for one of his rivals.
"I thought I could find Saotome here," answered Mousse groggily, having assumed the question was directed at him. "The Amazon Council of Elders agreed unanimously that Saotome was still alive, and sent out a hunting party to locate him. Unfortunately, they left me behind, so I sought out the one he was most likely to seek shelter with … you, and planned on using the spice to get him to abandon Shampoo before the hunting party caught up with him." The long-haired Amazon male sighed and looked at his hands … his glasses actually affixed to his face for once. "However, just outside your door, the pouch fell apart, and you happened to be the first female I caught sight of, thus I fell in lust with you."
"So, it was all this spice?" asked Ukyo, her eyes widened. "Ranchan's alive!" she exclaimed, this fact only then sinking in.
"That is what the Council said," confirmed Mousse.
Ukyo didn't know how to react to this news. She had so easily given up on Ranma, even after all he had done … all the incredible feats he had performed … she had left him for dead based only on other people's words.
She had betrayed her love!
Turning green for a brief moment, Ukyo raced for her restaurant bathroom, which was of western design to keep gaijin customers from leaving a mess all over her floors trying to squat over the traditional Japanese toilet.
Sounds of violent regurgitation followed immediately after the door was closed.
After a brutal beat-down, the sound of a siren cut into Genma's pitiful whimpering.
The dozen black clad forms returned to the shadows before the black and white police squad car came into sight of the park entrance.
Ranma pulled her mother away from Genma, just as she delivered the last brutal kick to her former husband's nether regions, and made sure the man was bound sufficiently. It wouldn't do for Genma to untangle the ropes and make his escape.
"We got a call about a public disturbance!" called a female police officer as she climbed out of the car, her skirt unfortunately riding up a bit as she did, flashing a set of lacy whites before she caught the on to the error and pulled the material down to its original length and position.
"Merely capturing an escaped criminal, officer," called Ranma, lifting Genma enough for his bruised face to be recognised … if one could see through the swelling.
The female officer grumbled about interfering civilians and grabbed a few sheets of paper from the glove compartment before she and her female partner approached the group. It was clear that she didn't like it when people started playing heroes, and would not do anything to prevent the arrest of those people on the charge of vigilantism.
"Name?" asked the hitherto silent partner … one Naru Ayemi, and leafed through the papers, apparently flyers about the more notorious wanted criminals.
"His or ours?" asked Beebee.
"Let's start with his," said officer Naru's partner, one Maiko Hina.
"Saotome Genma," replied Ranma easily.
The sound of paper fluttering to the ground from limp fingers quickly followed.
The police officers could not readily believe, without proof, that kneeling before them, hog tied, bruised, beaten and with some strange metallic ornaments attached to him, was the most infamous criminal of the country, second only to the urban legend of the diminutive panty-stealing pervert. The Emperor himself had put out a reward for this man's capture, and authorised brute force if needed. It had taken half a dozen highly trained fighters to take this man down when he was dazed from several tranquilisers the last time he was captured. He had escaped from solitary without detection, in the dead of night, and here he was … beaten within an inch of his life … bleeding, and tied up.
Feeling slightly faint, officer Maiko bent down and retrieved the paper sheet with the image of the criminal in question.
"This is the man you've apprehended?" she asked faintly and held out the paper, showing the booking pictures from the previous time he was arrested.
"Of course this is him!" replied Ranma, an indignant air to her voice. "I can't lie to save my life." It was left unsaid that she could tell half-truths, omit facts and embellish a little, but other than that, she told the truth. Seeing that it wasn't helping, Ranma sighed. "Fine, I, Koki Ranma, swear on my honour that this piece of filth is Saotome Genma, my biological father, my former Martial Arts master, the escaped criminal, and ex-husband of my mother, Koki Nodoka. If that's not good enough, I have witnesses right here."
Gesturing to her mother and friends, Ranma crossed her arms, incidentally causing Genma to slam face-first into the ground with a meaty -thwak- since no one kept him up anymore.
"Right …" stammered officer Naru. "I- I guess we'll have to get a statement from you before hauling him in …"
Officer Maiko helpfully brought out a pad and pencil, and started scribbling down the brief and obviously censored story given, along with the names and address of the group, which thankfully was the same place. Ranma made sure to give very specific instructions about the ki-inhibitors she had attached, saying they were never to attempt to remove them, as it would send a severe shock through Genma, and anyone he might be holding. If at any time they needed the things removed, they were to contact her, so she could help instruct them in how to do it safely.
Ranma was glad her mother hadn't brought her sword … it would have prolonged the process that much more.
A long and painful process of waking Genma up to read him his rights followed. It was a long process because he kept blacking out from pain, and it was painful because the only thing the two officers could think of to wake him was to give him a few slaps which stung their hands.
When Genma had finally confirmed, though dazedly, that he had heard and understood the rights that had been read to him, the two officers bid the quartet of femme fatal a good night, and said they would call on them if there were any further questions.
Before they were out of hearing range, Ranma called out a suggestion for them to open a one-animal petting zoo in prison, with Genma in his cursed form as the main attraction.
As the squad car drove off in a hurry, Ranma turned on her mother with a brow raised in question.
"This is about the ninja, isn't it?" asked the redhead under scrutiny of her daughter. Ranma bobbed her head in answer.
"Do not bother explaining, student," interrupted an aged but commanding voice.
Walking up to the group was a short man in a red robe, wrinkled features, a long white beard and white hair confined only to a pony tail at the apex of his head.
"I will handle it," the man finished. Nodoka bowed her head and took a step back to allow the man closer to her daughter. "Let me introduce myself … I am Master Sensei, the headmaster of the Yamanouchi school."
"Koki Ranma," replied Ranma with a stiff, but polite, bow of respect for his title.
"You are wondering about what my ninja were doing here tonight," ventured Master Sensei rhetorically. "The answer is simple … two days ago, I got a phone call from one of my favourite graduated students, though she has not been active for a long time, asking for assistance in the apprehension of her criminal former husband … as you can see, we came, and assisted, nothing more."
"Mom's a ninja?" asked Ranma. Well … that explained the kunai … but it left a lot of other questions unanswered …
"Oh, it was an honour to teach your mother," confirmed Master Sensei. "She graduated at the top of her class, and was appointed the title of Mistress of the Sword, for her choice of weapon. There were times when I wondered if she was worthy of receiving the Mystical Monkey Powers, and master the Tai Shing Pek Kwar so that she could wield the Lotus Blade … alas, the last of the chosen ones have received their power … he is a powerful warrior, but a little clumsy, though, his hairless companion has much potential …"
"Wait a minute!" interrupted Ranma, not believing what she was hearing. "Mom being a ninja, okay, that could happen, even given how bad she was at concealing herself when she spied on me when she had me peeping at bathing girls … but her being an expert at swords, that's taking it too far! When I first met her after ten years, she couldn't swing a sword to imitate the finishing stroke of a Second without losing her grip and sending it flying!"
"The wobbly monkey is the least suspicious one," recited Master Sensei mysteriously.
Not really making any sense of this strange adage, Ranma looked at Beebee and Lydia to see of they understood it.
"She was acting incompetent to lure everyone into a false sense of security around her, so no one would suspect her level of skill," supplied Lydia.
"Precisely, ms McKraken," confirmed Master Sensei. Catching the surprised look, the old man chuckled in amusement. "Do you honestly believe that I would send my ninja into a situation without proper intelligence about the parties involved?" he asked, sounding to much like a grandfather asking his grandchild if they honestly thought he had always been that age. "No, I know plenty, about you, Ranma, and that animated piece of metal called Beebee … her creator really did a splendid job with her … not as well as magic would, but remarkable nonetheless …"
"Beebee's a robot?" asked Nodoka in shock. She had such high hopes for her being the mother of her grandbabies … and she seemed so willing to be just that …
"Your desire for a grandchild blinds you, student," sighed Master Sensei. "There were signs, of course, such as not requiring a meal … always alert when needed … but what I can not figure out is why she has yet to recharge. A robot her size and lifelike functionality should require a very large amount of power."
"That would be because of me," imputed Ranma. "Her creator used one of my chi-tech chips to make a chi battery, drawing on the ambient chi surrounding her at all times, making it unnecessary to … plug herself in … so to speak."
"Ah, this must be where my intelligence was lacking … my sources failed to inform me of any such thing as a chi-battery. Coincidentally, I was not informed of what piece of technology you have invented … do you have anything worth mentioning?"
"Plenty, but most can be used for destructive purposes, so I'll keep those to myself … but if you want an example, here-" pulling a Stuff-Space generator from her stuff space, Ranma tossed it to the old man. "That thing, if looped around the opening of a pocket, can fold space within, extending its capacity to about twenty times normal carrying capacity … provided it stays within reach of the user, and the objects are small enough to fit through the opening, or else the stuff inside will return to normal space and … well, you get the idea."
"Most intriguing …" admitted Master Sensei. "Would you mind if we make some of these at Yamanouchi? They would be most helpful in our job."
"Provided you make small donations of … oh, ten percent of any money your ninja make from missions, and if you can promise me that my technology will never be used for assassination missions … I see no reason why not, but the parts have to be made from scratch, so you'll need someone very capable in that department before attempting to put the parts together," with her lecture over, Master Sensei bowed in thanks and pocketed the Stuff-Space generator somewhere in his robes.
"Your demands are most agreeable," added the old man. "As long as I have been headmaster, my students have not been sent on such missions, and I can assure you, they will never do so as long as I still breathe."
Ranma acknowledged his statement, and saw the truth in them … sure, a Master would be able to hide his true emotions, and thus not get caught lying, but Ranma knew the man was telling the truth … even ninja would make good on their promises.
"But, it is late, and I believe some of us might want to finish our beauty-sleep," finished Master Sensei. "Though I am the only one here who seems to require it in large doses. Good night, and please, feel free to visit or call once in a while."
"Of course, Master Sensei," promised Nodoka with a deep bow.
Master Sensei bowed in return and walked away calmly, as though he was on a leisurely stroll … despite the late hour.
This left Nodoka behind with the nerves of being disliked or even hated for not telling the truth about her youth.
She didn't have to, as she quickly learned when Ranma, surprisingly enough, enveloped her in a hug.
The two other women could not remain passive, and joined them.
The Koki matriarch was so relieved at being accepted that she started to weep.
In a helicopter somewhere above Burma, Gina was kicking herself, not only because of her failure in actually getting the tablet, but because she just knew she just missed out on something important.
Just outside Atlanta, Cologne was leaning against a tree, somewhat tattered and singed, but otherwise fine.
Those exploding mechanisms had been too tough for the group to handle … especially when they kept pouring out, leaving only craters where they exploded individually, and caused the Amazon Hunters to fly about from the pressure the blasts caused.
It was by sheer luck that the group had managed to wake some of the fallen up and carry off the others in retreat. Had they stayed put, they would have been history before they could count their fallen.
"He defeated me first, so I get to break him in!"
Cologne looked to the arguing women who were standing over the still unconscious male they had been defeated by.
"I was defeated last, he loves me best," protested the other. The other women in the same situation started arguing their case, none of them arguing about whether or not they had been defeated at all, which would normally be odd, as they didn't really admit defeat … they were much like Son-in-Law in that regard … it was never a loss, but rather a temporary setback until a new technique could be found to secure victory.
These women, however, readily admitted defeat by this male simply because of his physique and facial features.
"Ah … to be young and in love again …" sighed Cologne and watched as the argument was about to escalate into a fight for the right to break in the "marriage bed", which was nothing more than a tattered futon and a ragged blanket at the moment. She was merely happy her great granddaughter was not among the defeated.
Author's Notes; Protests about the inclusion of the Kim Possible crossover has been noted, but it is a bit late for that now … because the chapter is now reread, and will not be changed unless the next sentence is accepted as a challenge.
As always, suggestions for improvements in anything will be appreciated, as will ideas. Even as minute details as a comma or punctuation to many will be appreciated if mentioned and located with a few key words.
Credits; The idea for the Ki-Inhibitors came from Gelionlegends.