Chapter I: Exodia's Summoning
He was told real men don't cry. A lesson beaten into him by his father since his training started. The long training trip, started when he was barley old enough to go to school for the first time, lasting for almost a decade, and becoming a virtual living weapon.
But he didn't give a damn right now, crying, in an odd way, felt good. Then again Ranma couldn't do much more.
He was under one of his favourite brooding spots, the bridge. A place he could go, wonder why he was so damned unlucky to be engaged to more woman than the Japanese Self Defense Force.
Oh right, it was damned Panda's fault.
But that wasn't what brought him here. He and his father had been kicked out of the Dojo. And for a very bad reason.
Some ancestor of his was a leather worker, and hence, he was Burakumin.
Truth is he never really understood the big deal over it. Just because some member of his family 300 years ago had a bad job was no reason to think he was unclean. No reason to kick him out like trash.
Surprisingly only Nabiki look ashamed at the entire fiasco. 'Then again,' Ranma though, 'she's smart enough not to believe in that.' Unfortunately the rest of her family was not quite so. . . intelligent.
Soun Tendo lived as much in past as that idiot Kuno did, so it's no surprise he'd kick him out.
He figured Kasumi and her ever-loving soul would help, but she was raised as a perfect housewife and shunned him as much as her father.
And Akane. . . it's best to not go there.
All of this because Soun asked an old friend who was a private investigator to look into the Saotome family history. Even his own Mother wouldn't speak to him.
Separated first by a training trip, then permanently over a bad job.
So all of this led Ranma to crying under a bridge, his heart in tatters, his soul wavering, and with no clue on where to go.
He supposed he could hop a ship to where no one would care about an ancestor who had a bad job. His English was good enough, spoken anyway, to go to the States, Canada or England. He'd have to jump aboard a ship and hide for a while, but it would work out. Be a very rough life though.
But he didn't feel like doing that right now. No, it was a very good time to feel sorry for himself, blame the Panda, blame the Tendo's, and then go blow something up with his Ki. He was depressed enough, and given the situation he thought that Ryouga wouldn't mind him using the Shi-Shi Hokodan.
Then again, he probably would mind, and try to kill him over stealing his attack.
Life Sucks.
As he finally picked himself up his senses, honed like a fine blade for over a decade, alerted him to the fact something was happening. Not a 'Your Being Attacked' something but a 'Something Weird is Happening Again.' He got into a basic defensive stance, but could do nothing but wait for something to happen. Something did happen.
His vision went black.
At first he thought he passed out, but he would have at least felt it. Then he felt 'it'. 'It' was some kind of presence. A very powerful presence.
'It' was right behind him.
Upon turning around he could see 'it' was a being. A very large being. It stood at least four stories high and hand an orange, almost golden, colour to him. It wore an elaborate helmet that looked oddly Egyptian, with only a blue coloured skin from around the mouth being visible, the skin looking pulled back, exposing his teeth. The Golden colour appeared to be an elaborate armour of some kind, with designs running along the chest.
The Being's four limbs, however, were bound by massive chain, spreading it's limbs from his body like the points on a compass. Behind him was a circle, magical in origin, he figured, witch most of the Giant's body was pulled into.
Then he looked up to the being. It lifted it's head and spoke.
"Welcome Ranma. I have asked you here. . . for a purpose.
"I am the Eternal Being, creator of the Shadow Games, Lord of the Chaos, and known as He-Who-Is-Power.
" I am Exodia!"
He was told real men don't cry. A lesson beaten into him by his father since his training started. The long training trip, started when he was barley old enough to go to school for the first time, lasting for almost a decade, and becoming a virtual living weapon.
But he didn't give a damn right now, crying, in an odd way, felt good. Then again Ranma couldn't do much more.
He was under one of his favourite brooding spots, the bridge. A place he could go, wonder why he was so damned unlucky to be engaged to more woman than the Japanese Self Defense Force.
Oh right, it was damned Panda's fault.
But that wasn't what brought him here. He and his father had been kicked out of the Dojo. And for a very bad reason.
Some ancestor of his was a leather worker, and hence, he was Burakumin.
Truth is he never really understood the big deal over it. Just because some member of his family 300 years ago had a bad job was no reason to think he was unclean. No reason to kick him out like trash.
Surprisingly only Nabiki look ashamed at the entire fiasco. 'Then again,' Ranma though, 'she's smart enough not to believe in that.' Unfortunately the rest of her family was not quite so. . . intelligent.
Soun Tendo lived as much in past as that idiot Kuno did, so it's no surprise he'd kick him out.
He figured Kasumi and her ever-loving soul would help, but she was raised as a perfect housewife and shunned him as much as her father.
And Akane. . . it's best to not go there.
All of this because Soun asked an old friend who was a private investigator to look into the Saotome family history. Even his own Mother wouldn't speak to him.
Separated first by a training trip, then permanently over a bad job.
So all of this led Ranma to crying under a bridge, his heart in tatters, his soul wavering, and with no clue on where to go.
He supposed he could hop a ship to where no one would care about an ancestor who had a bad job. His English was good enough, spoken anyway, to go to the States, Canada or England. He'd have to jump aboard a ship and hide for a while, but it would work out. Be a very rough life though.
But he didn't feel like doing that right now. No, it was a very good time to feel sorry for himself, blame the Panda, blame the Tendo's, and then go blow something up with his Ki. He was depressed enough, and given the situation he thought that Ryouga wouldn't mind him using the Shi-Shi Hokodan.
Then again, he probably would mind, and try to kill him over stealing his attack.
Life Sucks.
As he finally picked himself up his senses, honed like a fine blade for over a decade, alerted him to the fact something was happening. Not a 'Your Being Attacked' something but a 'Something Weird is Happening Again.' He got into a basic defensive stance, but could do nothing but wait for something to happen. Something did happen.
His vision went black.
At first he thought he passed out, but he would have at least felt it. Then he felt 'it'. 'It' was some kind of presence. A very powerful presence.
'It' was right behind him.
Upon turning around he could see 'it' was a being. A very large being. It stood at least four stories high and hand an orange, almost golden, colour to him. It wore an elaborate helmet that looked oddly Egyptian, with only a blue coloured skin from around the mouth being visible, the skin looking pulled back, exposing his teeth. The Golden colour appeared to be an elaborate armour of some kind, with designs running along the chest.
The Being's four limbs, however, were bound by massive chain, spreading it's limbs from his body like the points on a compass. Behind him was a circle, magical in origin, he figured, witch most of the Giant's body was pulled into.
Then he looked up to the being. It lifted it's head and spoke.
"Welcome Ranma. I have asked you here. . . for a purpose.
"I am the Eternal Being, creator of the Shadow Games, Lord of the Chaos, and known as He-Who-Is-Power.
" I am Exodia!"
