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Chapter 22

Kidnapped for help

In the basement of Rockwaller's household, two flustered teenagers were holding each other's hands. They were standing before each other, eyes closed, concentrating on the process. Bonnie pulled a high amount of her magic into her palms, struggling to keep it there for the last couple of minutes. Ron meanwhile was trying to get a feel of the magical energy she produced, while keeping himself as calm as possible to let the magical energy naturally flow into himself. It has been good fifteen minutes since they began the last attempt, and the drop of sweat was already sliding through the side of Bonnie's head.

"That's enough." Ryan Rockwaller's calm, but commanding, voice interrupted them.

"Oof. I'm all sweaty now." said Bonnie, whipping sweat from her cheek with a side of her head. "I'm SO not used to keeping so much magic concentrated for that long."

"At least you know what you doing." Ron whined back in frustration. "I have no idea if what I'm doing is doing anything or nah."

"All you needed to do was breathe steady and feel my magic flow through you." a little snark spilled into girl's voice. "It's not a rocket science."

"Hey. It is not as easy, you know! I never held girl's hands for that long before. It's distracting!" a bit of red color appeared on his cheeks, flustering his partner in a process.

"And that is exactly why I told you to do it like that." Mr. Rockwaller interjected into a potentially awkward talk. "Bonnie must train herself to improve her magic control, while you should learn how to feel and absorb her magic energy. If you'll learn to do that despite the, khm, distractions, then you'll be able to draw the magic with much more ease on a regular basis. That is my current hypothesis, at least."

"Well your hypo….your hyp…" Ron's noses itched and twitched rapidly. "HyA-ACHOO!"

The loud sound of a sneeze echoed through the basement, scaring the slime-parasite still locked in his magical prison in a corner of the basement. While whipping his nose with a sleeve of a jacket, Ron noticed a scatter of tiny bright and colored particles flowing before him, disappearing in mere second later.

"Wow, did I do that?" he asked, pointing at now empty air.

"I think you sneezed my magic out." Bonnie didn't sound very amused by it.

"Not quite, but close." Mr. Rockwaller answered, writing the result into a paper notebook. "One sneeze, with small particles that lasted about three seconds before dispersing into the air completely. It isn't much, but it's a good start."

"Can we continue this tomorrow?" Bonnie whined. "We've been doing it for several hours straight now and I haven't eaten anything since lunch, i'm famished."

"Sure, BonBon." her father gathered his notes. "Would you like to join us, Ron?"

"Thanks, but I can't." he answered sheepishly. "Gotta help Kim with dinner. Her parents work late today and, uhm..."

"Oh right, almost forgot Kim can't cook to save her life." Bonnie said, smirking.

"Everyone has their shortcomings BonBon." her father said softly, getting only a short scoff in return. "Do you need a ride home, Ron?"

"Sure, Mr. Rockwaller." Ron answered with a nod.

"See ya tomorrow, Ron." Bonnie waved him, lazily going up the basement stairs.

As Ron sat in the front seat of the moving car, he could feel a weight gathering in his stomach. It wasn't as bad as it was when he arrived to the Middleton, and yet still ever-present whenever he's in a vehicle. He learned to ignore it for the most of the time by distracting himself with random thoughts. Didn't always work. A bump on a road, or a sudden screech of the tires nearby will instantly jumpstart the panic mode. There was couple awkward moment during grocery drives with Mr. Possible when the car had to stop with Ron placing his butt on a sidewalk for good fifteen to twenty minutes, while James trying his best to calm him down.

"Are you feeling ok?" Ryan asked, trying to break the ice, while also keeping boy's thoughts occupied.

"Yeah, totally." Ron gave a rapid answer.

"By the way, have you read the papers on alchemy we gave you?"

"Uhm…" boy suddenly felt really awkward, remembering the folder Bonnie gave him containing a lot of scans of books and scrolls on alchemy history and theory. "I did…try. But got bored and passed out. Like three times."

"It's fine." the older man let a short chuckle. "Some people learn better while getting all information from texts, it just means you're not one of them. Maybe you're more of an auditory learner, or kinesthetic one."

"Kine-what now?" Ron felt his brain twisting itself just from hearing the word.

"It means that someone learns best by trying it hands-on, instead of reading or hearing about it. Like we tried today with Bonnie. So, how about we also try auditory. Try and ask me anything about alchemy, and I'll answer you in the simplest form I can."

"Ok, then. What do alchemists actually do? Each time I've tried to read about it was so vague and so confusing that my brain was, like, literally shutting off from looking at it."

"Well, that because alchemy is one of the diverse forms of arts. In its basis it is gathering, sorting and manipulation of magical energy. These principles can take many forms. Throughout history some alchemist were depicted with cauldrons a variety of flasks filled with different liquids, some wielding curious artifacts and weapons, some were depicted with all of the above, and some using nothing external at all, just their own bodies. At their core, they were humans who mastered the art of mana manipulation, and with it they were able to replicate the effects of magic witches used, often even improving on it. And some witches borrowed knowledge from them back. But most important, they were able to change or create many things, by using mana as base material. They are usually described as great scholars of the time, pushing the limit of natural and magical studies, some of them even pushed the theories that natural and magical comes from the same quintessential source. Are you following me so far?"

"Yeah, kinda, but..." Ron answered, trying to keep train of thought going. "What is mana? Is it like in games, the amount of magic wizards can use, or something like that?"

"Mana is… it's complicated. If we talk about the witches, like Bonnie and me, mana is excessive life force for us. Our bodies generate this mystical energy that we can use for spellcasting. Each time we use our Voice of a Witch, we expend part of this energy and shape it into the spell. However it is not limitless. This energy is directly tied to our life-force, and overspending it, will take a heavy toll on our health. It does regenerates with time, and pretty fast for some, but we still must know our limits. The magic that you sneezed today most likely was raw mana you gathered and transformed from Bonnie's. And don't you worry, Bonnie has a lot of it in her, she'll recover fully by the evening. Are you following me so far?"

Ron nodded trying to keep this thread of information in his head.

"Alchemists, on the other hand, are normal people that weren't born with magic generating inside of them. Usually most people carry the bare minimum of magical energy since they were born. It can manifest in moments of spontaneous luck, inherit superior physical or intellectual traits. It's not enough for them to be able using the Voice like we witches do, but it is ever-present in their lives. There are also many of them who were born with none or close to none of it inside them. Like you, for example. You naturally do not have any mana in you."

"So you're saying that I was born dumb unathletic loser?" boy asked dishearteningly.

"No, no, that is not how it works. It's more like, you were born without any advantages. That if you compare yourself to people who have those, which is admittedly most of population of Earth. However, unlike all of them, it's this condition of yours that allows you to use alchemy in its full potential. Alchemist are able to gather mana from the external sources, store it in their own bodies, sort the different properties of it and meld it into something new. For normal people such technique would essentially clash with their natural born energy and make them extremely sick. You, on other hand, don't have to worry about it, and can store the external mana without such heavy consequences. You do feel alright after today's session, right?"

"Well, yeah." Ron was looking at his hands, as realization of his current state was slowly settling in.

"Normal human would have and immediate and strong reaction from trying to transform even smallest speck of mana inside them. If the magic weaved into a spell or charm, it can influence and manipulate other people bodies without such harm, for example the potion we use for erasing memories, or the trinket Bonnie used for teleporting home. Because human body naturally understands the difference between the external and internal mana and keep it separated. External magic can still hurt people if there an excessive amount of it entering the body in a long period of time, or if it meant to hurt them by the spell's design. There are cases of external mana influencing external one in humans, but those are usually don't have a happy ending to their stories."

"But this won't happen to me, right? After all Bonnie pumped me up with magic the whole day, and, like I said, I feel fine." a bit of uncertainty was heard in Ron's shaky voice.

"Exactly. Not only you withstood the torrent of concentrated magic from BonBon, you also manage to draw and transform a small portion of it into raw mana. What came from your sneeze, from what I could see, wasn't the same mana Bonnie were pushing into you."

"Cool. So, what can I do with it?" Ron's worry was slowly turning into excitement. "Can I cast spell with it like you and Bonnie?"

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Rockwaller chuckled and pushed his glasses back up his nose bridge. "For spell casting you'll need a Voice of the Witch, which is something else that divides normal humans from witches. It would be impossible for you. Alchemists of old used many special techniques implementing the gathered mana. What those techniques are, I'm afraid, we'll have to discuss some other time."

"What? Why?" a disappointed whine fill out the space of a car.

"Because we've arrived."

Ron looked out through the windshield, and saw a familiar shape of Possible family house nearby. The car was already parked. He was so engrossed in the lecture, he didn't even notice as they reached the destination.

"You are seem to be an auditory learner after all." Mr. Rockwaller noted.

"Maybe. Though school lecture usually put me to sleep." Boy retorted.

"I guess when subject is yourself, it's easier to keep attention."

"I guess so." Ron scratched the back of his head, and reached for the door lock. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Rockwaller."

"No problem, Ronald. And remember tomorrow at the same time."

Ron nodded in acknowledgement, as closed car door and slowly made a u-turn. As his vehicle was driving away, blond boy walked towards the house.

~(*A*)~

Sometime later, blond boy was lying on his bead, with full stomach and cheesy aftertaste in his mouth. He was very thankful that Mr. and Mrs. Possible, in their infinite wisdom, decided to leave money for pizza this evening.

Kim as visibly ticked off by such lack of faith in her from her own parents, but extra mushroom veggie pizza was enough to found some forgiveness for them. Ann and James Possible arrived not so long after the pizza delivery. Father of the family along with twins devoured two meat lover's pizzas, while the mother was very pleased the hawaiian one she got. Ron's choice of not so healthy, but oh so tasty, food was four cheese one with extra cheese.

Couple hours later, fully sated and satisfied, he was laying down, feeling sweet embrace of sleep slowly creeping in. At that moment, he didn't worry about anything, didn't think about anything, and didn't want to do about anything. It was a nice feeling for him, calm and relaxing. He truly learned to appreciate it after everything he's been through.

He was fully ready to fall asleep, until he felt something weird. It felt almost like goosebumps, but a level or two beyond that. Ron opened his eyes, and the panic immediately woke his half-dreaming mind. His whole body was emitting a soft blue light, growing stronger and brighter with every second. And, what was even more frightening for him, he couldn't move, couldn't shout or scream, he couldn't even breathe right now. Light grew bigger and bigger, blinding him. Soon he couldn't feel the bed under him, he was falling down through the tunnel of saturated azure color. It didn't last long, 15 seconds or so, but it felt much longer for him.

Suddenly azure walls around him disappeared, replaced by the wooden structure, with hard floor supporting him underneath. Ron gasped for air, breathing rapidly and as deep as he could. As adrenaline raced through his veins, he noticed he wasn't alone. A dozen of asian people were surrounding him, calmly watching, waiting for something. An oldest of them, judging by a long white beard, stepped forward, and did a courtesy bow, before talking.

"I'm very sorry for such sudden summoning." he told, while still in bowing position. "But we are in urgent situation and in need of your immediate help."

"Wha? Ha?" Ron was still shaking in sitting position on the floor. "What's happening? Who are you people?"

"You can call me Master Sensei." old man answered. "And this is Yamanouchi, a school specializing on teaching a new generation of ninjas. You're currently in Japan."

"Japan!" panicking boy explained, trying to make sense of the situation. "I must be dreaming or something! Somebody pinch me! OW!"

He felt the small ting of pain on his cheek, as one of the younger people nearby, around his age, actually fulfilled his request.

[HIROTAKA!] another student, a cute girl also around his age, shouted at him in their native language.

[What? He asked to pinch him.] asian boy shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"This isn't a dream." Ron realized, still trying to get a grip on his situation.

"I'm afraid no." Master sensei said, in the most calming manner he could. "We used summoning magic to bring you here. I understand it might be jarring for you, but I beg of you to try calming down and listen to our request."

"Wait magic? Summoning? Why?" Ron slowly stood up.

"A former student of mine, Asa-san, gave birth to a very special child, Hana-chan. That child has vast amount of magic inside her. However as a newborn she can't control it, and she is too young for sealing it without having any damage done. This vast and strong magic is safe for her, but extremely harmful for everyone around. Asa-san has certain resistance to the effects of that magic energy, since she is her mother, but even that didn't protect her fully. We need to perform a certain ritual, cleansing Asa-san from the excessive foreign magical energy she stored inside her. If we don't do it today, I'm afraid her time on this earth will end soon. And if this happen, nobody could carry for the child, since it's almost impossible for any of us be in her presence for a prolonged time."

"Ok…" Ron massaged his temples, trying to focus on what he was told. "I think I get it… You need to do a ritual thingy to save a mother and her super magical daughter, right?"

"Yes." Master Sensei nodded. "And we need your help to do that. I want you to look after Hana-chan while the ritual is performed."

"Why me though?" boy almost shouted. "I know nothing of this magic, or ritual or anything!"

"I've seen it in a premonition." elder answered. "I spend long time trying to peek in many possible futures. This process took not only all the magic I had, but also a good bit of my life energy itself. Years of my life were cut off, chasing the answer, finding the future where both mother and daughter survive. And finally, I saw the glimpse of such future. And in it, just for a moment, I saw you giving alive and healthy baby back to her mother. So I gathered my most skilled pupils, and performed summoning ritual, focusing on the glimpse into the future, hoping that you'll appear. And here we are."

"I see..."

"You can refuse, of course." Master Sensei added with a heavy heart. "This is a request after all, not an order."

Ron stood, trying to process everything. The fact that he was summoned by magic, the fact that he's surrounded by strangers, the fact that he's in japan, the fact that they need his help. The whole story felt like a dream, yet it wasn't.

"Question!" he blurred out. "How much time it will take, and can you take me home fast after that? My, ehm, caretakers would certainly notice me disappearing from my room sooner or later."

"It shouldn't take long, an hour at worst."

"Alright, sure!" boy's voice cracked a bit. "Let's do it then. Where the baby?"

"We are really grateful to you for accepting this." Master Sensei bowed again, along with other people in the room. "Yori-chan will show you to Asa-san and Hana-chan."

"Please, follow me." young girl did another curtesy bow towards Ron, and opened the door behind him.

As Ron was exiting a room, he noticed one of the students, one with hair tied in a knot, giving him a weird look. It was short, but disgusted looking expression, putting a seed of doubt in his mind.

"Is something wrong?" girl asked, as they were walking through a narrow corridor.

"Uhm, I think one of your friends game me the stink eye." Ron answered.

[Seriously?] Yori sighed. "I'm so sorry, it must be Fukushima. He's not good with 'outsiders', as he says. Please do not worry, the rest of Yamanouchi are welcome by you presence."

"Sure hope so…" Ron muttered nervously.

Yori had to suppress a chuckle.

"You have nothing to worry, I promise to you…ano.."

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry, it was rude of us." Yori's expression changed to conserved, as if was afraid to offend him. "We haven't even asked your name after summoning you and asking for your help."

"Ow, right. I'm Ron Stoppable. Nice to meet you, eh, Yorichan, right?"

"Nice to meet you too, Stoppable-san." Yori felt heat in her cheeks, hearing foreign boy saying her name with such familiarity. "You can call me Yori."

"Ah, sure. Sorry, I don't really know how names work in Japanese… you guys are Japanese, right?"

Yori suppressed another chuckle.

"Yes we are, Stoppable-san. I understand your confusion. American names work in a very different way compared to Japanese. According to Hirotaka at least, and he's a giant western nerd."

"Hirotaka? Is he a ninja too?"

"He was the one who pinched you. Please excuse his forwardness, sometime he acts before he thinks."

"Nah, it's fine. I did ask for it anyway."

This time a small chuckle managed to break out from her. Quickly getting her composure back, Yori walked towards the main doors of the school's entrance and opened it, gesturing Ron to go forward. He meanwhile got temporary blinded again by the sun outside. They stepped outside, and walked over footpath away from the main building.

"Is something wrong?" Yori asked, noticing a confused expression on boy's face.

"Well, when you dragged me here, the sun was set already, but…." Ron looked and the brightly lit sky.

"Japan is on a different time zone compared to United States, Stoppable-san."

"Right, right." Ron said, embarrassingly. "Sorry, guess my head is still scrambled, trying to understand….well, all this."

"Understandable, Stoppable-san." Yori answered.

As they were getting closer to their destination, Yori started to feel heaviness slowly coming over her body. Her muscles got tenser, head woozier, breathing took more effort. She trained herself to be able to handle the effect of Hana's aura, and was the only one other than Master Sensei who could be in a short proximity to it, but only as long as fifteen minutes, maximum. A thought appeared in her head, would an untrained outsider be able to reach the shack, let alone survive close proximity to Hana for an hour. As she looked at him, she had to gather all the will she had not to have her jaw drop. The foreign boy was non-chillingly yawning, as wide as his jaw allowed him.

"Soawwy…" he said, suppressing second yawn, looking back at her sheepishly. "I was getting asleep before all that and…well, yeah."

Yori could only muster a nod in response. Soon they reached the shack, with Yori feeling a bit shaken, and Ron looking somewhat tired. She knocked on the doors, getting an invitation to come in from the other side, and open it, letting them both to enter.

Ron saw a frail looking woman, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a sleeping toddler in her arms. She was giving him stern apprising look, while talking in Japanese with Yori. Ron didn't understood a word they say, but judging by her tone of their voice, she was warry of something, while Yori was trying to assure her of something, while he stood there, awkwardly. After a bit back and forth, Yori turned back to him, with apologetic look in her eyes.

"Asa-san asked me to relay a message to you." she said.

"S-sure."

"She asked me to tell you… that if anything happen to Hana-chan, she will personally remove your balls one by one with rusty needles and shove them into your eye sockets before breaking all bones of your body and slicing your throat." Yori-san said as fast as possible, praying to gods that their guest wasn't too offended to that.

Ron instinctively covered his balls, gulped and nodded fiercely, so the woman saw he understood her.

After that, Asa-san walked to the crib, with Yori's help, and gently put sleeping Hana inside, while quietly talking to Yori, asking to translate more information for the babysitter.

"If Hana-chan wake up while we are gone and starts crying, please check her diapers, if she needs to be changed there are extra ones on the bed. There is bottle of warmed up food on the stand nearby, and her pacifiers. If she keeps crying, please rock her gently until she calms down."

"Sure, I got ya." Ron gave another nod.

Reluctantly, Asa-san went towards the doors, still leaning on Yori. With last look back on the crib, they left the building.

Left alone with the baby, Ron sat down on the floor, resting his back on the side of the bed. His body felt tingly all over. Probably from shock and stress, he thought. But it somehow felt different. For some reason he didn't fully understood yet, it was harder to breathe for him, when he entered the shack. After forcing himself breathing deeper for a couple minutes, this feeling got subdued. He still felt weird, but not as much.

He started to think about the situation his in. How he got into it, what he could do differently, would he do or say anything differently. He recalled what the old man told him. He remembered that the baby generate very strong magic that is harmful for people around. The panic creeped back again, as he was desperately racking his brain to understand why HE was the one they needed.

He did feel the effect on his body, but it wasn't that bad. And then it hit him. His body felt similar effect before. His memory was still hazy from the time he spend time in mysterious black box object in Mr. Craft's shop, but he could swear this feeling is familiar.

Time went by, as baby slept peacefully, as Ron was trying occupying himself in a meantime. Currently he was building a tower with small empty cardboard boxes, left from the candy he never saw before. More time went by, and he relocated himself to the bed, thinking of the excuses in case Possible would notice his absence. Sadly nothing he could come up with weren't anywhere even close to convincing. Even more time had passed, and now he was sitting by the window, enjoying the view of the mountains. He never been abroad, and this was truly a magical experience for him. He would probably find this more relaxing, if the weight of the whole situation he was in weren't pushing on his already thinly stretched nerves.

But even these crumbs of tranquility didn't last long. Ron could hear far away noises, coming from a direction of the main school building. He quickly stood up and went to the crib, checking on little Hana. To his relief, baby was still peacefully sleeping. Noises however were getting more constant. Ron stood near the crib, alerted, as he could also hear now that someone was walking just outside the shack. The door slowly opened, and the person walked in. Ron recognized him as a boy who gave him that stink eye look. Fukushima, as Yori told him. He entered the room, with a sheathed japanese sword in his hand, intensely looking at the crib.

[Spawn of yakuza.] he said in disgust. [Out of all people in the world who deserve to get such power, why did it choose someone like you, who has blood of the scum in her veins.]

"Uhm, dude?" Ron said, worriedly. "Is ritual done? Where's Yori."

"I am taking the child." Fukushima spat, walking towards the crib.

"W-wait." Ron stood between it and him. "She's still sleeping and I don't think he mom would appreti…"

Air left Ron's lungs as hilt of the sword hit his stomach. Before he could react, Fukushima shoved him aside, and got close to the baby. As Ron was squirming from pain on the floor, japanese boy reached for the baby. But he didn't get her in time, as loud wailing pierced their ears. With the first note of baby's scream, powerful wave of magical energy burst from her, filling the whole cabin in a second.

Fukushima got pushed away, falling on one knee, while supporting himself using a sword like a cane. Ron meanwhile was lying on the floor unable to move a muscle under such torrent of magic. He could still see Fukushima from his position, and, more importantly, his sword. He could see the magic gathering around it, as it was absorbed by this weapon.

[So even the legendary Lotus Blade can't fully deal with your power.] Fukushima slowly got on both of his feet, dragging them along the floor, slowly but surely approaching the crib again. [No matter. It absorbs enough for me to move. I could spill your dirty blood here and now and be done, but my new master needs your power to get back to this shitty world and cleanse it once and for. So count yourself lucky.]

Ron's brain was in full panic mode again. He needed to act, to do something, anything before that boy reach Hana again. But what he could do? This immense suffocating power was pinning him down, just like something before. He remembered, same feeling from the magical force down in black box. He remembered how he managed to free himself letting the energy pass through his body. With all he had, he tried to push himself from the floor. It felt impossible at start, but seeing Fukushima getting closer to his target filled Ron with more and more determination to keep trying.

[Almost there.] Fukushima muttered, nearing the crib.

He was ready to reach for Hana again, but was stopped by a heavy grip on his shoulder. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Fukushima to see it was Ron's hand holding on him, while his other hand, folded in the fist, was winded up for the punch and surrounded by coiling azure energy. In almost instinctive reaction, Fukushima covered his face with a sheathed sword.

Fist collided with a sheath, pushing its holder through the window. Fukushima found himself outside, with a sharp pain. The hand, that was still holding the sword, was broken.

[YOU PIECE OF SHIT!] he roared, getting back on his feet.

"That's enough, Master Fukushima" a pudgy shadowy figure appeared near him. "Umbra simia are retreating, it's your time to take a leave as well"

"But the brat…"

"The energy you drained from her with that sword would be a good start. At this point it is impossible for us to bring that kid along as well, her powers are too…unwieldy."

"Rrrg…fine… retreat."

Thick shadow covered both of them and made then dissapear, as the party of trained Yamanouchi ninjas was rapidly approaching the cabin.

[Shit!] Hirotaka cursed, holding Asa-san in his hands. [Traitor escaped.]

[HANA!] Asa-san shouted.

[She is still inside, they didn't get to her.] Master sensei said, assessing the situation. [But none of us can get close until she'll stops crying.]

[LET ME TO HER!] Asa-san was trying to get off Hirotaka's arms.

[Asa-san, please.] Yori tried to calm her down. [You are too weak to even walk after the ritual…]

[I WILL CRAWL THEN!] mother snapped at them again. [MY LITTLE GIRL IS CRYING! SHE IS SCARED! SHE NEEDS ME!]

[EVERYONE SHUT UP! Her crying… it's getting more quite.] Master Sensei noticed, feeling the pressure of magic slowly fading away.

Everyone got silent in instant. The loud cry of the baby was indeed subduing, along with magic. Soon it was barely audible.

[Hirotaka, give me Asa-san.] Yori asked him. [I'll bring her into the cabin.]

After weakened body of a worried mother exchanged hands, Yori brought her to the cabin in the fastest pace she could. They barged through the open door, to see the one scene they didn't expected. Ron was on the floor, leaning on the side of the crib, holding calmed down Hana in his hands, gently rocking her side to side.

"Sh-sh-she's ok." Ron stammered. "P-please ta-ake her."

Yori quickly walked up to him, and Asa-san took the baby in her hands.

[Thank you.] she said, looking at her healthy baby.

"Go a-away." Ron stammered again.

"I'm sorry, what?" Yori looked at him with confusion, thinking he misunderstood his English.

"Ple-ease go far a-way. I'm gonna s-sneeze."

Still confused, Yori decided to listen to him and ran out of the building with Asa-san and Hana in her hands. When she got far away, Master Sensei approached them, smiling at little Hana.

"What happened?" he asked.

"He said he's going to sneeze…I think…"

They all looked at each other in confusion, until…

"ACHOO!"

The fast about of energy tore through the roof and walls of the cabin, making the whole structure to collapse. For a couple second everyone stood dumbfounded, gathering their thought on the incident.

[SEARCH THE CABIN NOW!] Master Sensei barked the order. [EVERYONE WITH MEDICAL ARTS, BE PREPARED FOR EMERGENCY HEALING!]

Blond boy was lying under the wooden debris, bruised and bloodied, losing his conscious.

~(*A*)~

Ron woke up that morning thinking, what a weird dream he had. Ninja schools, magic babies, building collapsing on him. That seemed so crazy. When he opened his eyes he was in his room at the Possible's house, so clearly none of that actually happened. As his brain was slowly waking up, he felt an object in his hand. Confused, he raised his hand to look at it. It was a japanese talisman. As he was trying to think where that thing did came from and how it end up in his hand he noticed something else. The cloth of his sleeve was torn to pieces. He instantly jumped out of his bed and looked at the rest of his clothes. To his shock, it was in the same beaten up condition. And that is when realization hit him. It was not a dream.

"Oh fu…."