Ranma was walking on a fence trying to avoid his normal haunts in Nerima. It was better for his health given current circumstances to avoid the dojos and his usual associates. Ranma knew that it would only be a matter of time before his situation got out. Mr. Tendo had learned about his situation on the prior doctor's visit according to Pops and others were starting to notice his situation as well. When that happened, Ranma was sure chaos would commence. The only reason his life had been so relatively calm these past two weeks was that his magic was acting like an incurable disease spreading throughout his body.

A voice suddenly called out, "Get down from that fence young man!"

That caused Ranma to shake his head and look down. He saw a young woman with brown eyes and long brown hair tied up in a bun held by a red ribbon. She was petite, but strong and trained in martial arts. Ranma could read from her body language that she was well trained in judo and also a more aerial style. The woman was also dressed in a police uniform and looking at him with annoyance. There was another slightly older policeman a few feet away looking on at them. What surprised Ranma was that the other policemen was black which you didn't see that often in Japan.

Ranma got on his haunches and looked at the police officer in puzzlement. "What is the problem officer? It's just balance training and it's not like I'm going to fall. Why do I need to get down?"

She looked up at Ranma and said, "That's not your property punk. Do you realize you are trespassing by being on the fence? Also, there is the fact that the fence isn't designed to handle weight like you are putting on it. You might be negating part of the problem with that chi reinforcement of yours, but that doesn't cover all the problems that the fence owner is going to have because of you. Why are you even up there in the first place when the sidewalk is in perfectly good condition?"

Ranma put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Training. It's great balance training and I've been doing this for months without any complaints. Why is this suddenly an issue ah Officer Fielding?" One of the benefits of controlling one's chi is that you could enhance your senses allowing Ranma's vision to be sharp enough to read the officer's name off her badge. Part of Ranma had to wonder what kind of name was Blaze Fielding. It didn't sound Japanese at all.

The other officer started walking over and said, "It has always been an issue young sir. Could you please come down so we don't have to twist our necks to look at your face?"

Ranma figured he might as well do as the older officer asked and casually jumped off the fence to land in front of them. The slightly older officer was rather tall and built with obvious signs of training. Kickboxing was his preferred fighting method from what Ranma could tell. The man gave a polite bow and said, "You are very well trained for your age young man. I am Officer Adam Hunter of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Officer Fielding here is my understudy."

"As Officer Fielding said earlier, you are technically breaking the law with your fence walking. I understand that a martial artist such as yourself wants to train as often as he can and at your skill level such a thing is not that dangerous. My little brother Eddie will probably be the same way once he gets that good. There is a time and place for every type of training and the fence is not the acceptable place for your balance training. If you want to do it on your own fence or the fence of your sensei's dojo if he instructs you is one thing. Someone's private fence or the fence on public property like you'd have to do for the upcoming bridge is a different story."

It wasn't like Ranma was going to try and annoy the cops. They did have a point after all and maybe with his current condition it would help keep his chi levels up. That still left Ranma with one question. "Why didn't any police say something beforehand? I've been doing this training for months."

Officer Hunter gave a sad smile and said, "Budget cuts and personnel shortages mostly. The force has been stretched thin these past couple of years. We've had to pull back from some areas to deal with crime in other areas. Furinkan is one of the areas we had to weaken our presence because all the martial artists like yourself tend to discourage criminal activity. It is currently just Me, Officer Fielding here, and Officer Stone for all of Furinkan. That is still a big area even if it is just part of Nerima so it is not surprising that we have simply missed each other on our walks."

Ranma nodded his head and said, "That makes sense to me. Look, I wasn't trying to cause any problems. I was just trying to get some training in like my sensei told me."

The older cop gave Ranma an understanding look and said, "That is perfectly understandable sir. Since you didn't know about the ordinances you were breaking and you were just trying to follow instructions your sensei gave you, we will just let you off with a warning this time. I trust that any young man able to be so diligent in their training can remember to follow the law now that you are aware of your mistake."

It didn't take a genius to see the offer the older policeman was making Ranma. The teen nodded his head and replied, "Thank you for informing me about that sir."

Officer Hunter smiled at Ranma and said, "It's all part of the job. Come along Officer Fielding, we have other places to be on our patrol route right now." The two police officers continued their patrol leaving Ranma alone on the sidewalk. He shrugged his shoulders and continued his wandering on the sidewalk this time.

Snarf was not a pilot of any real measure. He certainly could not have hoped to plan a trip from Thundera to Earth let alone do such a trip without causing a panic down on Earth. Luckily, Snarf didn't have to do that because Thunderan ships all came with extremely advanced ais to handle flying. It was a leftover from when Thunderans would have to fly in and out of battlezones and the presence of a flight capable pilot could not be guaranteed.

The furry political advisor turned engineer was currently in one the Cats Lair's shuttles doing full systems check and going over what the shuttle's antidetection systems could do against human observation abilities. Turns out that Snarf's shuttle could do quiet a lot to hid itself from the humans. Technomagic would let him pull tricks that the humans didn't have the knowledge to look for or even hope to detect. But the it wouldn't be a walk in the park for him either as there were some serious weaknesses that could be found even with the best Thunderan technomagic.

"Oh Snarf," the poor critter moaned as he looked at the information on the shuttle's computer and on his handheld display that was tied to the Cats Lair's main computer. "How am I supposed to get around the required velocity changes? Hiding the shuttle's interplanetary engines' exhaust won't be a problem coming to or leaving Thundera as the shuttle's engines will be pointed away from Earth and the ship's magic keeps the exhaust in a tight shape so its harder to see. When I get to Earth the engines have to be pointed at the planet and then everyone on the facing hemisphere will see me."

"Using the orbital engines instead of the interplanetary engines is pointless. Technomagical screwing with regular physics aside, the orbital engines are hydrolox chemical engines at their core and the velocity change requirements do not change regardless of which engine I use. If I light the orbital engines up the humans are going to know what's going on. The only way I can pull this off is if I have something I can hide behind when I do the required burn."

It suddenly dawned on Snarf that there was something he could hide behind near the Earth: Luna. There had been major no fly zones around the Silver Millennium's capital, but those no longer mattered. Even better, the humans currently didn't have any satellites orbiting Luna which meant that the dark side of Luna was hidden. Snarf put the dark side of Luna as his target into the shuttle's navigational computer and watched as it came up with a series of courses.

A grin appeared on Snarf's face. The shuttle could do the required burn to get to within spitting distance of Earth without anyone on the planet able to see the exhaust! Snarf then ran some more directions in the navigational computer and his grin got bigger. A burn from the dark side of Luna to the Earth was possible with some minor use of the ship's control thrusters that could be concealed by the ship's stealth systems. Hiding a small puff of cold propellent with magic was easily doable and a completely different issue from hiding a red-hot plume of exhaust.

He could get to Earth from Luna without being detected from orbit in three to four days depending on his exact flight plan. The orbital engines were rather powerful and could even take him from Earth to Thundera if he didn't mind a 2-to-3-year travel time. Getting to Earth brought Snarf to his next major problem in hiding from the humans: Earth's atmosphere. All the stealth systems on Thundera would not be able to hide the fireball the shuttle would make as it entered the atmosphere.

Snarf shook his head and pulled up some old battle reports. Surely the ancient Thunderans must have had a way to hide their landings when stealth was required. "Snarf! The ancients did have a way." Snarf was so happy when he found the relevant files that he started talking to himself. "They made it seem like their shuttles were meteors breaking up in the atmosphere! Oh boy oh boy my shuttle still has that program and capability in it. I'll just make it seem like I'm a meteor that blew up into tiny pieces and then the shuttle's stealth systems will hide my movements when I switch over to atmospheric flight. Now to find a good entry site to minimize the chance of the humans spotting my movements."

A check of satellite orbits and airplane routes soon revealed that Antarctica was the best location for his shuttle's atmospheric entry. Snarf was a little annoyed at this because it would take him almost an entire day to get from Antarctica to Japan. However, the atmospheric flight systems would be limited to subsonic speeds if he didn't want the humans to notice something moving the air. Then there was the fact that he'd have to plan his flightpath around the planes that would be in the sky.

Now that Snarf had his flight plan in mind he had the shuttles start to calculate the flight's course. From Thundera to Luna it would take him 8 hours. Luna to Earth would take him 3.4 days. The trip from Antarctica to Japan would take him 20 hours. All in all, it would take him 4.5 days to get to area Lord Lion-O's reincarnation lived in. That should give him enough time to speed learn Japanese and get of the worst part of the migraine. He'd still have it for the start of the search, but by then he should be able to manage it with medications.

That was future Snarf's problem. Today, Snarf needed to see what he'd need to bring with him on his trip to Earth and go over the Cats Lair's systems to make sure he could be off world for at least a few weeks. It wouldn't take Snarf long to do that. The Cats Lair and its vault were in perfect working order. He just wanted to double check since he wouldn't be around if a problem were to occur to fix things quickly. Snarf had gotten his charges safely through these millennia and he was not about to fail them now that deliverance was within sight!

Sasuke nervously walked into an antique shop that was reported to have a small collection of swords. Part of the ninja was hoping that this report would be false and then he'd have an excuse to delay finding the young master a real blade. It wasn't like he could just buy one of those fake ornamental swords that were actually useless at being swords. The young master knew enough about blades to spot a fake and then he'd be furious.

At the same time, Sasuke worried what would happen if the young master got his hands on a genuine sword given his eccentricities. The Kuno family blades were safe from Sasuke's worry. Kuno might put effort into maintaining the family blades, but he would never let them leave the family armory. Sasuke had been able to coax the young master into understanding that those blades were the elder master's blades and only he had a right to use them.

The conflicting duties caused Sasuke to slowly wander through the antique shop until he came near a cash register and saw several locked display cabinets. One cabinet had spears, another bows, and a final one had a series of swords. Sasuke turned his attention to the sword cabinets and saw that most of them were imperial army swords from WWII. The blades were of acceptable quality, but the young master would not be pleased to have a mass-produced sword of a junior officer. Part of Sasuke wondered how the swords had survived the allied occupation with their sword confiscation policy. However, he quickly figured that someone had hidden those swords like his father had done for the Kuno family blades.

Sasuke let out a sigh thinking he'd have to report a failure to Kuno. Then his eye saw it. Tucked away in the case so that it was almost invisible was a sword covered in old silk. The ninja could feel the aura of power and destruction radiating from the blade. He then had a nervous gulp as he realized that his quest might actually be at an end.

The shopkeeper walked over to Sasuke and said, "Good afternoon, sir. Is there something I can help you with today?"

Sasuke turned and bowed at the shopkeeper before he spoke. "Yes, there is. I noticed that you have a sword covered in silk in the display case. I was hoping to examine it a little more closely."

The shopkeeper walked behind the counter, unlocked the sword cabinet, and took out the silk covered sword. He put the sword on the counter and carefully removed it from its covering. The sword resembled a khanda in design with a yellow cross guard, red hilt, and a yellow round pommel. Tied through the pommel was a red thread. The shopkeeper didn't have any chi training. However, he was acting nervously around the blade instinctively knowing it was a dangerous weapon.

Sasuke looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "How old is this sword and does it have a name?" Maybe he could find out enough about the blade to justify not buying it for Kuno? That was Sasuke's secret hope as the sword would fit Kuno's requirements even if it wasn't a katana.

"Please give me a minute to check the manifest records." The shopkeeper pulled out a record book from under the display shelf and quickly started to read it. He then said, "The sword is called Tokijin and was forged during the Sengoku Jidai. It's precise year of creation is unknown, but records and legends place it as being made between 1550-1560AD supposedly by the demonic swordsmith Kaijinbo. Legend has it that the Tokijin was made from the fang of an ogre for a feud between brothers. Continuous verifiable records of the blade go back to the Siege of Osaka when the blade entered the hands of the previous owner's clan. It survived the Occupation by being buried under the family's shrine."

Sasuke nodded his head mentally cursing the fact that he'd have no excuse to avoid buying the sword based on its history. Well, no excuse that Kuno would accept. The last thing Sasuke wanted was to own a blade with such a dark history. Perhaps there was one other way he could avoid buying the blade. He looked at the clerk and said, "Why was the blade sold to you? No offense, but an heirloom like this is not exactly something one would expect someone to part with."

A sad look appeared on the shopkeeper's face as he spoke. "I don't want to go into details. Suffice to say, the clan that Tokijin used to belong to fell on hard times recently and some of their elder members need some rather expensive medical treatments. They decided that their family's health was more important than their family inheritance. That's partially why the blade is so expensive."

The list price for Tokijin was very steep. It cost more than all other swords in the display case. Most collectors would turn away from such a price. However, it was a price that the Kuno trust could afford to pay. There was no way that Sasuke could justify passing up on Tokijin. For a brief moment he considered pretending that he had never found the blade. However, he knew that his conscience would force him to confess such a misdeed. With great reluctance, he pulled out his checkbook and said, "I would like to buy the Tokijin."

Sasuke quickly had Tokijin wrapped in the silk cloth which he noticed had seals warding against evil woven into them. He then left the antique store and hurried back to the mansion. Several times he almost threw away the sword. His instincts told him that the sword would just bring misfortune to him and his masters. Each time he forced his instincts to quiet down. Getting this sword to the young master was his duty and he would succeed.

Once Sasuke reached the Kuno Mansion he made a beeline for the young master's wing. He entered the training hall that Kuno was practicing his forms in and bowed to the young master. "Young Master, the task you gave me is completed!" Sasuke set the wrapped Tokijin in his hands so that Kuno could grab it.

Kuno turned to look at the offered wrapped sword in surprise. "Truly Sasuke? I had thought the time to complete your task would be counted in weeks instead of days. The gods must have smiled on your faithful service. Let me see the righteous blade that you have acquired for me." Kuno put his hand in the bag on the hilt of Tokijin. He then slowly drew the blade from its silk coverings and held the blade aloft in the air.

"I see. Yes, I see." There was an odd tint in Kuno's tone that raised the hairs on the back of Sasuke's neck. Kuno continued to speak only causing Sasuke's nerves to become more heightened with alarm. "It may not be a noble katana, but the blade is acceptable for the task ahead. Nay, it is by its very nature necessary for the gruesome work before me. Some cleaning and care must be done for this noble blade before I can accomplish the task ahead of me."

School was over for the day and Ranma was glad to get out of Furinkan High. The group project was finally complete and Ranma wanted to get away from Akane as fast as possible. Their report had been a success, but not to the level that Akane seemed to want it to be. The final grade of the project was yet to be determined as they had just handed in the paper. Still, they could estimate the quality of the paper. Akane had been complaining about the relative lack of source documents all week as they wrote the report compared to their classmates. What did she expect?! Their project at her insistence was about something on the other side of the planet. They were naturally going to have less sources to work on than their classmates. Pointing that out had earned him a smack upside the head.

Ranma wondered what he was supposed to do with his time until dinner. He couldn't go challenge any dojos given the Doc's instructions. Being put on mandatory light exercise for two weeks was really starting to grate on him even if 'light exercise' in his case only meant little to no chi usage. To a regular person his daily exercise routine would be considered brutal. As much as Ranma wanted to do a regular or even a heavy workout he refused to do so. The idea of being in constant pain because of his magic was even less appealing than the lack of exercise.

He decided to go away from his regular haunts and visit Nerima College. Maybe their HEMA group would put on another display or he could see if he could sit in on their practice? At the very least they might know where he could find some manuals to read on swordsmanship. It would be something he could do to increase his martial arts skill given his circumstances. Besides, Ranma kept getting reminded of that image he had once fantasized about regarding a sword with a brilliant red gem in the center of the cross guard.

Where or how Ranma had gotten the idea of that imaginary sword he couldn't begin to fathom. It had popped in his head one day and just hadn't left since even if it would recede from the forefront of his thoughts from time to time. The image had come to him shortly after his magic started to act up or wake up. Ranma honestly didn't care what the correct terminology was for his condition. A small voice in the back of his head wondered if the image was connected to his current crazy state, but that voice was ignored. It was just coincidence that he had conjured up that image from his imagination at that time.

A voice called out to Ranma as he was walking, "Nihao Airen!" Ranma turned around to see Shampoo riding her bicycle on the street with a large package in the basket of the bicycle. Shampoo quickly closed the gap between them and said, "Shampoo happy to see you. Why you no come by and stop at the Nekohanten recently?"

Ranma shrugged and said, "That's just how things have happened recently. Why aren't you riding your bike on the fence like usual?"

Shampoo pouted and replied, "A young police officer told me that I was breaking the law riding up on fences. She said that Great-Grandmother and I could both get in trouble if I keep doing it."

"Her name wouldn't happen to be Officer Fielding, would it?"

That caused Shampoo to stare at Ranma in shock. "How did you know?"

Ranma shrugged, "I ran into her and her teacher a few days ago myself. She made it clear that I was breaking the law, but her teacher said he'd overlook that since there hadn't been too many police around to let people know of the laws. They mentioned that there were only three police officers in the district so I figured it had to be her."

Shampoo smiled at seeing her husband demonstrate that he had a brain and could use it outside of combat. She had long known that Ranma was more intelligent than he let on. It was just that he was not able to express that intelligence in ways that modern so-called civilization recognized. She had spotted the signs given that people though low of her because of her broken Japanese. Give her a break she was learning her fourth language! She spoke fluent Joketsuzoku, Mandarin, and Central Tibetan.

Curious as to why Ranma was in this part of town she asked, "What brings you to this area Ranma? You don't usually go here."

There was no harm in telling her so Ranma replied, "I'm going to see if the Nerima College HEMA group has any study material that they can give me or tell me how to get. I saw an expo of their martial arts style a few days ago and thought it looked interesting."

That news put a smile on Shampoo's face. "Too too good news! Shampoo heading there for delivery. Airen ride bike yes?" Her excitement caused the amazon to slip in her speech.

Ranma shrugged and hopped on the back of Shampoo's bicycle. If anyone found out about their meeting, he'd probably catch hell from someone. He'd catch hell from someone if he interacted with any of his fiancées. It was only a question of from whom and how much hell he'd catch. Might as well enjoy the positives if he was going to pay for everything.

The duo quickly got to Nerima College and Shampoo peddled the bike to the hall where the HEMA group was meeting. A man in either his mid thirties or his mid forties walked out and greeted them. "Are you the delivery people from the Nekohanten?"

Ranma got off the bike and said while motioning to Shampoo. "She's the delivery person for the restaurant. I can tell you from experience that you're going to enjoy the food. I'm here because I was hoping to talk to the HEMA club that started up around here."

The man gave a polite bow and said, "I am Professor Pierson on exchange from St. Aidan's College, Durham University for Nerima College's foreign language department. I am one of the founders and the academic advisor for the Nerima College's Historical European Martial Arts Club. Would you mind while I take care of the club's order before we continue our business?"

"Sure." Ranma stepped back and waited as Professor Pierson got the club's order from Shampoo. He emptied the stuffed basket of the bike and carried it into the club's meeting room. The professor walked back out and gave Shampoo a respectable tip for the quick delivery. Shampoo thanked the professor for the tip and waved goodbye to Ranma before returning to the Nekohanten for more deliveries.

Professor Pierson turned to Ranma and said, "Why do you want to talk to the HEMA club young man? You are too young to be a student here at the college and we are currently only registered to accept students of the college as our members."

Ranma nodded his head, "I know that sir. I was at your club's expo a couple of weeks ago and I know you guys are college only for right now. The reason I came here is that I am a martial artist myself and I was hoping to find out where I can get my hands on the manuals you use for your club. Your style looked like something that would be a potential fit for my school weapons section which is a bit lacking."

The professor considered this for a moment and said, "I can understand your interest. Please keep in mind that most of what we do is reconstructing the styles from older manuscripts." He got a humorous look in his eye as he continued. "It's not like we have people around today that learned how to use these styles first hand after all. What languages do you speak?"

That question threw Ranma for a loop. "Huh? Why are you asking me that?"

Professor Pierson replied, "The materials we use in HEMA come from almost 500 years and are spread across the many different cultures that make up Western Europe. If you look hard enough you can find modernize versions of older texts and some of the newer texts are still understandable to a modern speaker of those languages. Finding something translated into Japanese can be tricky as the market for such a book is rather small. If you speak and read any of the languages connected to the HEMA tradition, I can more easily point you to source books in those languages."

"Oh." Ranma hadn't really thought of something like that. He was just used to the idea of reading a training manual for a technique. It hadn't entered his mind that they might not be written in Japanese. He answered the professor. "I speak Japanese, I am reasonably fluent in English, and I know just a smattering of Mandarin. I was really looking forward to learn more about the swordsmanship your students demonstrated at the expo."

Professor Pierson nodded his head and explained, "The HEMA group here tends to focus on the German School from the Late Middle Ages and the Renaissance with some of the Italian School from the same time frame mixed in. The English School manuals tend to draw on later traditions within HEMA with the earliest that I am aware of coming from the 1500s. Those are in Middle English instead of Modern English, but you should be able to understand what the manuals are saying with a bit of effort."

Ranma looked at the professor and asked, "So in order to learn the martial arts style I want to learn I'd have to learn German?"

The professor shook his head. "No need to go that drastic of a route young man. Although, I will never discourage someone from trying to better themselves. I had a few of the club members here translate parts of the original manuals from German into Japanese. If you were to come back in a week or two, I can find some of those translations and I can give you a chapter or two for reading. If you can then demonstrate the mastery of what is in the chapters I give you, I will be willing to let you have another translated chapter or two."

Ranma bowed to the professor and said, "Thank you so much for your offer sensei."

Akane was not in a good mood as she and Ranma headed for the high school. The current international events project she had been forced to do with Ranma had not been up to her standards. Sure, it met the requirements the teacher set forward in terms of source materials. It was just that the paper was only a B grade, maybe a B + if the teacher was feeling generous. What made things worse for Akane was just how little Ranma cared about the paper! Was it impossible for him to understand just how important their school grades were to their futures?

She glanced at Ranma who was still walking next to her on the sidewalk wondering why he had suddenly started doing that instead of his usual walking on the fence. Part of her wondered if Ranma was trying to get closer to her. The thought wasn't entirely annoying to Akane, but if that was the case Ranma could have tried actually care about things that were important. She would happily have him stay up on the fence if he could have just bothered to do better on their recent project.

To start with he could have helped her more with research instead constantly ditching her to go somewhere. Akane didn't know where Ranma was constantly going and it was starting to annoy her. Was he seeing either Ukyo or Shampoo? Unlikely, since Ranma would probably not be so regular in his disappearances if he was trying to sneak around. Could Ranma have gotten a part-time job? Possible, but the time seemed too short for a shift at a typical high school student's job.

Akane shook those questions out of her head. What did it honestly matter to her what Ranma was doing? Wasn't him spending less time around the dojo a good thing since that meant less chances of her family harping on the engagement? That wasn't what was important right now. Right now, she needed to be focused on her upcoming schoolwork. The hole she was forced in because of that project wouldn't be too deep and she could still get herself out of it as long as she just focused for the rest of the semester.

These thoughts were cut off as the hairs on the back of Akane's neck stood on end. She then felt Ranma roughly grab her and throw her across the block, over the fence, and into Furinkan High's front lawn. Akane's training kicked in and she fell as she was taught into a safe landing. As she landed, she blurted out, "What the hell?!"

She quickly heard some of the other students talking and listened in.

"Can you believe Kuno brought a real sword today?"

"Man, Kuno's really out for blood today."

"That doesn't seem like Kuno's sword style."

"Look at Saotome dodge those attacks. Any hits could be lethal!"

Akane turned around and saw Ranma and Kuno locked in a fight. She immediately noticed the gleam of the morning sun off of polished steel and realized that Kuno had brought a real sword with him today. A glance at Ranma's posture told Akane that all of Ranma's usual egotistical boastfulness was gone. Ranma was taking this fight deadly seriously.

Realization dawned on Akane that Ranma must have seen Kuno's incoming attack and thrown her to safety. Something was seriously wrong here. Kuno had fought Ranma many times but never had he generated such bloodlust which grew with every second. He had also abandoned any form of defense in his style and focusing solely on the attack.

Something was also off with Ranma. His body language showed he was taking the situation seriously. However, Akane didn't see Ranma move with chi reinforcement or use any chi moves. Those should have come out in such a battle. What was going on? Akane wanted to jump in and help Ranma. As much of a jerk as he was, Ranma didn't deserve to be in a battle like this. However, she couldn't move a muscle to help Ranma as fear of the real sword and the sheer uncharacteristic bloodlust coming from Kuno made her hold still. How could she trust Kuno to hold back against her in those conditions?

The realization that Kuno was much better than her had been a hard one to swallow ever since he showed those skills against Ranma months ago. Akane didn't often have to face that fact given how the crazy swordsman held back against her. That fact was hitting her right now and her survival instincts were screaming to stay away.

A trio of sharp whistles filled the air. Akane turned to see three police officers running down the street towards Ranma and Kuno. One of them called out, "Stop fighting immediately!" Ranma hesitated for a split second and turned his head to look at the approaching police. Kuno did not.

Screams of horror filled Furinkan High's front lawn as the students saw Kuno drive the tip of his blade into Ranma's side shouting "I shall vanquish you foul sorcerer!"

The police officer in the center shouted out, "Officer Stone, subdue the hostile. Officer Fielding, see to the victim!" Akane watched in disbelief as one of the officers leaped at Kuno with his knee raise to attack Kuno's head. This forced Kuno away from Ranma preventing him from following through with his threat. Akane silently watched as the officer in charge and Officer Stone subdued Kuno while Officer Fielding proceeded to start on Ranma's needed first aid.