"Oyaji! You better explain to me clearly. Two weeks of trekking just to
visit your so called paradise. Does this place look like one to you? I
should have gone back to Jusenkyo to look for a cure than to listen to your
glorious tales about Nerima."
A red haired girl caught hold of the panda next to her and shook it violently. However, the panda did not respond. Its eyes were wide open with shock as it stared at the scene in front of him.
The majestic feel of Nerima. The clash of swords between two trainee warriors. The laughter of the children as they challenged each other. The hammering of weapons by the finest blacksmiths. Vanished. .Not even trace was left behind.
In place was an opposite of the former gloy of Nerima. The eerie silence. The partially burnt houses. The foul smell of burning corpses and blood. The burnt ground. It was enough to make even the bravest warriors shuddered in fear. If Nerima, with its best warriors and healers, are unable to withstand the forces that attack them, what hope is left for the others villages and towns?
After dousing himself and his father with hot water, Ranma started to repeat his questions when he noticed a single teardrop trailing down his father's face. His father crying? Real men are not suppose to cry, his father taught him. He looked back at Nerima with trepidation. His home. He did not remember much about it and could only visualize through Genma's tales as the place of the finest warriors and healers. ' Wait, if the finest healers are found here and they are dead, then I could not get cured.' Ranma dreaded to answer this question
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Genma dragged the low-spirited boy to the eastern part of the town which was glowing. To him, it seems like a small piece of heaven in this hellish place. The archers guarding the gate to the outpost eyed at them warily while the warriors stopped them on their tracks.
"Identify yourself and state your purpose of visit."
"Genma Saotome and my son, Ranma. Warriors of Saotome Anything Goes School, We've come to...." "Saotome kun, is that you?" A dark haired, moustache man wearing a healing robe cried out.
"Tendo kun, You're alive." Genma rushed into the arms of his long time friend and both sobbed in each other's arms, much to the embarrassment of Ranma.
After creating small 'tear' lakes around them, Soun Tendo, Grand Healer of the Tendo Clan, waved off the guard, who bowed respectfully in returned and continued his watch. He then walked up to Ranma and clasped his hands tightly, nodding in approval as he eyed Ranma as though he was a potential son-in-law.
"A fine lad he had grown up to be. His features reminded me so much of Nodoka. And a great body physique to add too. Luckily he did not inherit your looks or it would be a major turnoff for girls...Just joking." He added the last sentence with a nervous laugh when he saw Genma's fists.
Ranma smirked and bowed respectfully before leaving them to explore. As he passed by the healing hall, a loud explosion followed by screams caused him to leap up several feets off the ground. Hurriedly, he rushed to the entrance only to be greeted with a sight that would be embedded in his memory for life.
The patients were hiding under their blankets and trembling with fear. In the center of the room, a dark blue haired healer was standing in the front of what Ranma perceived to be the remains of a cauldron and holding a blackened carrot in one hand.
Laughing loudly, Ranma went and pat on the unlucky person's back. "This is the first time I ever seen a healer getting blasted by his own concoction. Are you sure this is fit for the wounded to drink or are you making poison? Instead of extending their lives, you are shortening their lifespan drastically, not to mention some serious and out of the world side effects."
The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was, "Idiot, Who are you to insult my potion?"
A red haired girl caught hold of the panda next to her and shook it violently. However, the panda did not respond. Its eyes were wide open with shock as it stared at the scene in front of him.
The majestic feel of Nerima. The clash of swords between two trainee warriors. The laughter of the children as they challenged each other. The hammering of weapons by the finest blacksmiths. Vanished. .Not even trace was left behind.
In place was an opposite of the former gloy of Nerima. The eerie silence. The partially burnt houses. The foul smell of burning corpses and blood. The burnt ground. It was enough to make even the bravest warriors shuddered in fear. If Nerima, with its best warriors and healers, are unable to withstand the forces that attack them, what hope is left for the others villages and towns?
After dousing himself and his father with hot water, Ranma started to repeat his questions when he noticed a single teardrop trailing down his father's face. His father crying? Real men are not suppose to cry, his father taught him. He looked back at Nerima with trepidation. His home. He did not remember much about it and could only visualize through Genma's tales as the place of the finest warriors and healers. ' Wait, if the finest healers are found here and they are dead, then I could not get cured.' Ranma dreaded to answer this question
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Genma dragged the low-spirited boy to the eastern part of the town which was glowing. To him, it seems like a small piece of heaven in this hellish place. The archers guarding the gate to the outpost eyed at them warily while the warriors stopped them on their tracks.
"Identify yourself and state your purpose of visit."
"Genma Saotome and my son, Ranma. Warriors of Saotome Anything Goes School, We've come to...." "Saotome kun, is that you?" A dark haired, moustache man wearing a healing robe cried out.
"Tendo kun, You're alive." Genma rushed into the arms of his long time friend and both sobbed in each other's arms, much to the embarrassment of Ranma.
After creating small 'tear' lakes around them, Soun Tendo, Grand Healer of the Tendo Clan, waved off the guard, who bowed respectfully in returned and continued his watch. He then walked up to Ranma and clasped his hands tightly, nodding in approval as he eyed Ranma as though he was a potential son-in-law.
"A fine lad he had grown up to be. His features reminded me so much of Nodoka. And a great body physique to add too. Luckily he did not inherit your looks or it would be a major turnoff for girls...Just joking." He added the last sentence with a nervous laugh when he saw Genma's fists.
Ranma smirked and bowed respectfully before leaving them to explore. As he passed by the healing hall, a loud explosion followed by screams caused him to leap up several feets off the ground. Hurriedly, he rushed to the entrance only to be greeted with a sight that would be embedded in his memory for life.
The patients were hiding under their blankets and trembling with fear. In the center of the room, a dark blue haired healer was standing in the front of what Ranma perceived to be the remains of a cauldron and holding a blackened carrot in one hand.
Laughing loudly, Ranma went and pat on the unlucky person's back. "This is the first time I ever seen a healer getting blasted by his own concoction. Are you sure this is fit for the wounded to drink or are you making poison? Instead of extending their lives, you are shortening their lifespan drastically, not to mention some serious and out of the world side effects."
The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was, "Idiot, Who are you to insult my potion?"