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There was a hiss of steam from the silver sarcophagus as the lid unlocked. The lid slowly rolled down the length of the sarcophagus letting out chill stale air into the dark metallic chamber. Within seconds the sarcophagus vanished from sight in a cloud of steam. The steam started to be eerily illuminated by the green and purple hieroglyphs that started to glow on the walls of the chamber. Had anyone been in the chamber they would have seen a figure start to slowly raise its limbs out of the sarcophagus. The figure's movements were slow and sluggish as if every fiber of it's very being was weighed down by eons of age. Slowly the figure stood up and began to walk away from the sarcophagus.
"Snarf! That cryogenic chamber is really starting to give me a stiff neck." Snarf Osbert tried to get the creeks out of his joints as he got used to being in the waking world again. Snarf walked over to the monitor and checked how long he had been asleep and his whiskers nearly stood up in shock. "Only twenty years?! I shouldn't have been woken up for another 80 years for my century maintenance! Snarf, the only reason I got up last time was that the humans on Earth managed to land on the moon. Since I'm up I might as well go see what pulled me out of dream land."
The old snarf got down on his hands and feet to walk up to the combat information center of the Cats Lair. Lights would turn on every where Snarf walked. That was good. It meant that the automatic repair droids were doing their jobs correctly. Last thing Snarf wanted to do was spend six months eating algae paste while he tried to sort through a programing glitch again. It was frustrating and so lonely for Snarf. Especially, when he would cross a hall in the lair and remembered happier times when the Cats Lair and all of Thundera was filled with life.
Damn Queen Serenity, her ignorant advisors, and her incompetent tutors! Thundera wouldn't be in its current state if she had left well enough alone. What part of don't mess with magical powers you don't completely understand did she not get? Snarf looked up through one of the lair's skylights and saw the ring made by the ruins of Plun-Darr that encircled Saturn. The conga line of mistakes and disasters that had ended with the world of Plun-Darr blowing up had shown just how capable Queen Serenity was at ruling during a crisis.
It hadn't bothered Snarf at the time. He had been personally happy to see the damn Rats lose their world after the destruction and havoc they had unleashed on the solar system. His fellow snarfs and their much more numerous Thunderan colleagues had held out well enough against the Rat's attacks even though their world was much closer to their fellow moon than any other world in the Silver Millennium. Lord Claudus and his advisor Jaga had seen to Thundera's and Saturn's defense in that decade long struggle.
The Silver Throne's irrelevance in that war had not been important to Snarf or anyone else living on Thundera. The Silver Throne and indeed Luna as a whole seemed to barely remember that they ruled over eight planets in the solar system. Remembering that there were lords and citizens living on the moons of those worlds must have been too hard of a task for those pampered fops. Those idiots only complained about the Plun-Darr War when the tax revenues fell. If they wanted to forget that the citizens off of Luna existed then he as one of those citizens was perfectly willing to return the favor. It wasn't like he or anyone else out here needed those twits.
But, Snarf like so many others had been a fool in one critical respect. The senshi were the linchpin to sustaining life on all the worlds of the Silver Millennium. He knew this as he had been brought into the secret when Princess Saturn revealed her discoveries on what was sustaining the biospheres of their worlds. This knowledge had been kept quiet on the princess's and Lord Claudus's orders to not cause a panic. Snarf had only been informed because he was Lord Lion-O's attendant and caretaker. Lord Lion-O had been at the center of a plan to give the biospheres of Saturn and its attendant world a backup. Snarf needed to know the secret in order to keep an eye on the effects this would cause the young lord.
A backup that Queen Serenity had completely fucked up when she had her little breakdown on seeing those unknown attackers assault her palace. So, the Lunar Palace got some surface damage and a bunch of those so-called great nobles who had been attending the ball had been killed. In the long run that would have been a net positive for the Silver Millennium as a whole in Snarf's mind. His house had been bombed three times in the Plun-Darr War and he had lost half his family from Rat attacks. Queen Serenity had his sympathy for losing family and friends, but she had no excuse in his eyes to break down like she did.
What had she been thinking using the Ginzuishou to send the souls of her court forward in time to be reincarnated in a 'better era' if the grainy security video he had hacked from a security camera was correct? Reincarnation was a natural process so those souls would have reincarnated as they were supposed to. All Queen Serenity did was lock the senshi mantle to those souls instead of letting them pass to the next inheritor like they should have. That removed the senshi from existence causing the biospheres to collapse into non-existence within hours.
Moreover, only the senshi at the palace were confirmed as dead when the queen cast her spell. Snarf didn't know about Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto's fates and in all honesty he really didn't care. The only sailor senshi he gave a damn about was Sailor Saturn and her fate had been horrible. Sailor Saturn had been on Thundera and was helping Lord Lion-O recover from his investiture when Leopolis had been attacked. She, young Lord Lion-O, and the Thundercats had responded in true noble fashion rushing out of the Cats Lair to defend the citizens in the city below the ancient Thunderan citadel.
Recovered footage of the battle showed dear Sailor Saturn's fate along with the fate of Lord Lion-O. Part of Snarf wished he had never watched those cursed scenes, but he knew that someone had to stand witness to the tragedy that had occurred. There is nothing more shocking than the look of someone desperately trying to defend the innocent only to have their life and soul ripped out. Snarf would know, he was an unwilling connoisseur of horror.
Those images were merely the crown jewel in the treasure trove of terror Snarf had stood witness to that day. He had watched the frantic attempts of the Thundercats to get children into the safety of the Cats Lair's forcefield as the very world around them tore the life from itself to become an unlivable hellscape. He had watched the remaining Thundercats and the panicked adults' desperate last-ditch efforts to kill the youmas that had snuck into the forcefield before they could reach the terrified children. The death screams of the millions of Saturn's citizens as the floating continents fell into the gas giant's core below had clogged every form of external communication in the Cats Lair.
Snarf got to the Cats Lair CIC and booted up the monitor. His first check as always were on the rows of hibernation sarcophagi buried deep below the Cats Lair. He let out a sigh of relief to see that everything was as it should be. The 10 thousand thunderan cubs and their roughly 2 thousand companion snarfs quietly sleeping away the millennia were the only reason Snarf bothered to keep going. Snarf then proceed as he had thousands of times in the past checking every system and sub system from the most critical to the least to make sure everything was in working order.
This was a rather monotonous task for Snarf. He had done every time he had woke up for regular maintenance over the past 100,000 years since the Silver Millennium fell. Part of Snarf felt that he was pointlessly delaying the inevitable. Thundera's biosphere could only be restored if the reincarnation of Sailor Saturn or Lord Lion-O showed up. If they hadn't shown up by now then it was likely Queen Serenity screwed the pooch even worse than he had thought with that spell of hers.
Colonizing Earth had never been an option after the fall. Snarf was literally the only adult to survive the last-ditch assault and who hadn't killed themselves from grief at the fall. He couldn't raise all the kids by himself and it would have taken him months to shuttle everyone to Earth. Even then the kits he left on Earth would have been easy prey for wild animals or angry humans. Besides, he didn't have the knowledge to restart civilization by himself. He couldn't teach the kids how to farm or build huts.
But it wasn't like Snarf could just give up. He hoped that somehow if he kept everyone alive long enough a solution would present itself. At first his hopes had rested on discovering Sailor Saturn or Lord Lion-O's reincarnation to restore life to Thundera. Now after so long that hope had faded to a half-remembered childish dream of an innocent age. Snarf's hope now had to lay with the humans of Earth.
After so long the humans had finally clawed their way back to civilization and were beginning to explore the solar system. They might, just might, be willing to take his charges in like Queen Bendis did for Leo the Liberator when he arrived in this star system with the ancient thunderans and snarfs. He had been so temped after seeing the humans land on the moon to start having the Cats Lair bast 'we are here come help us' over the radio to Earth. The only thing that stayed Snarf's paw was the fact that he had only one shot to get things right.
Once every system in the Cats Lair had checked out Snarf started to go over the sensor logs. If the system didn't wake him up early due to an internal alert it had to be triggered by an external alert. Otherwise, he'd have to spend the next 7 to 8 months visually inspecting everything to find the malfunction that had woken him up. Snarf had gotten very good at programing and mechanical repairs over the past, to him at least, several decades of his life since the Fall.
The logs showed that the humans had sent three comparatively simple probes that reached Saturn roughly a decade ago. The probes weren't advanced enough to detect the old Saturnian weather satellites left over from the Silver Millennium let alone the early warning satellites Snarf was having the Cats Lair produce and replace at regular intervals. Thundera's, or Titan as the humans seemed to call his world, secrets were still safe.
Why had he been woken up? The probes arrival was a good milestone in seeing the abilities of the humans, but Snarf was interested in live space travel. A probe reaching Thundera wasn't logged as vital enough to wake him up. The humans needed to be able to transport people from Thundera to Earth safely in order to be of use to Snarf's charges. A quick read of intercepted news broadcasts showed that the human space agencies were farting around in low earth orbit. Why weren't they on their way to Mars by now? If they were going to mess around in their backyard, couldn't they have at least done it on their moon? At then they might have stumbled across the remains of the Silver Millennium.
A careful check of the early wakeup list showed that none of his triggers regarding the humans had activated. There had been some near misses thanks to some of the human's entertainment programs. Luckily, the Cats Lair AI had been able to recognize those programs for what they were. Getting an early wakeup due to a high-tech play would have been really annoying.
Snarf was just about at his wits end when an alert appeared on his screen. "What is this? A spike in energy output from the armory? That's what woke me up?" It now made sense to Snarf why he had been woken up. Anything going wrong with the armory needed a live person's decision. However, Snarf couldn't figure out why the alert was not more prominent.
A quick check of the Armory's internal sensors revealed that nothing was out of place in the Armory as Snarf expected. He had made sure to deactivate everything in there that could threaten the Cats Lair before the first hibernation cycle. He pulled up the alert again and cross referenced it seeing that it came from the personal subsection of the armory. Then he double checked that information with the sensors of that subsection and found the cause of his wakeup.
Disbelief was Snarf's only response when he saw what woke him up. That couldn't be, it just couldn't. Not after so many millennia. The Cats Lair's sensors must be malfunctioning! Snarf quickly started to run system diagnostics only to get the same result. He jumped out of his seat and ran towards the armory. There was no way that his sensors could be correct. There was just no way after all this time. He opened the armory as soon as he got to the door and bolted inside.
He scurried passed the regular guard supplies towards where the officers of the Thundercats had their gear stored. In nervous trepidation Snarf walked with reverence to where the Lord of the Thundercats' personal equipment was ceremoniously kept. Gleaming in the low light was the Sword of Omens resting in the Gauntlet of Omens with the Eye of Thundera active for the first time since the Fall.
But that couldn't be. The Eye of Thundera was a powerful magical artifact that the Thundercats kept quiet about. It was rumored to be at a similar level of power to the Ginzuishou if directed to a more marshal bent. The Eye of Thundera had also been tied to Leo the Liberator's line and tied again to Lord Lion-O through the investiture. When Lord Lion-O was killed by the queen's spell the Eye of Thundera had been rendered completely inert. In the millennia since that day not even the faintest whiff of magical power had come from the magical crystal. There was only one reason why the Eye of Thundera could be active now.
Snarf fell to his knees and tears freely flowed from his eyes. "Oh Snarf, Snarf. He's back. Lord Lion-O has finally been reincarnated!"
It was a typical day in Nerima as the children headed towards their different schools. One odd pair was made up of Ranma Saotome who was walking on the top of the fence and his unwanted un-cute tomboy of a fiancée Akane Tendo who was walking on the sidewalk next to Ranma like a normal person. Akane looked up at Ranma and asked, "So what do you think about the talk of West Germany and East Germany reuniting?"
Ranma shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have an opinion on it one way or another."
"Ranma!" Akane hissed in frustration. "We have to do a joint project on current international events. There was a large article about it on the first page of the international section of the newspaper. That would be a good start to the project." Why oh why did the teacher have to assign Ranma as her partner on this project? Them being engaged by their parents was not a good reason in her book.
With a glance down Ranma said, "Look Akane, I don't really have that big of an interest in what we cover for our project just so long as we do it without Pops or your father making a big deal about it. Why do you want to do something from Europe anyway? There's quite a lot of things happening closer to Japan that we can do the project on."
"And everyone in our class will be covering those events. This will be something different and a way to stand out. Don't you want to get a good grade on the project?"
"A solid passing grade is enough for me. Besides, it's not like my life will allow me to put in the time for a higher grade level even if I did want to put in the effort." Ranma's grades were good enough in his books. They might not be up to the standards teens in Japan were held up to by academically conscious parents. However, they showed that Ranma could and often did pay attention in class. He just had other priorities than the school to corporate office worker lifestyle so many of his fellow students were interested in.
It was a lifestyle that Akane seemed to be somewhat interested in living as she called out. "Well, I am interested in getting a good grade on this project. My grades have just barely recovered from the incident with Maomolin possessing Shampoo and I don't want to see them drop again. Are we going to do our project on the proposed German Reunification or do we pick something else? We only have two weeks until the project is due which means we really only have a week with how things go around you."
Ranma shot Akane a sidelong glance and said, "You know its not like I brought all the craziness with me to Nerima. This was a pretty wild ward before I came here and its not like you weren't involved in strange things before meeting me. Take Kuno for example. But fine, we can have our project be on the possible unification of East and West Germany if that's what you want."
Akane nodded her head pleased that Ranma wasn't fighting her on this issue. She really didn't want to do their project on something close like Korea or kami forbid China. That seemed to just be begging Ranma's crazy ability to attract the weird to act up. Silence reigned over the couple as they continued their way to Furinkan High. Two more blocks and they would be at school without any problems.
A splash of cold dirty and soapy water nailed Ranma just as he turned the corner turning him into a wet redhead. Akane quickly saw that the cause of her fiancé's sudden change was a runaway bucket that someone had been using to clean the second story windows of their house. The window washer turned his head and said, "I'm sorry for catching you like that miss."
Ranma shot the man a rather fearsome glare for a seemingly little girl before deciding to let it go. It wasn't like it was the man's fault this stupid curse could make cold water move up hill to get her. Besides, she had avoided the curse activating both to and from school yesterday so she was due for an unwanted splashing. Just get to the high school, change into some dry clothes, dab on some warm water, and she'd be back to being a guy.
The duo separated when they got to Furinkan. Akane wanted to chat with her friends before the bell rang and Ranma went to change back. As Ranma turned back he felt a brief burst of pain in his chest. The pain was more like a tightness to Ranma and he frowned in thought at it. For the past several days he had felt this pain whenever his curse had activated. It didn't mater if he was turning into a girl or a guy. Thankfully, whatever was causing the pain wasn't affecting his ability to return to normal like other incidents he could think of.
The pain seemed to be growing to Ranma and that worried him. Unexplainable pain was not a good thing at all. It was manageable for now, but how long would that last? Would it act up at a critical moment in battle? Would whatever was causing this stop or would his condition get worse?
Ranma looked up at the mirror and frowned. Ignoring this issue would just make things worse. He'd go to Dr. Ono's clinic after school and get himself checked out. If something was magically wrong with him or his curse the doc should be able solve it or at least confirm what the source of his problem was. Maybe he'd have to go to the Old Ghoul for help, but he'd rather avoid that if he could. She knew her stuff, but the old Chinese Amazon could drive a hard bargain if she wasn't in a sharing mood.
With his mind made up, Ranma left the bathroom and headed for his classroom. He gave brief nods of recognition to his acquaintances and a quiet hello to Uyko as he walked past her desk. There were no last-minute interruptions today for which Ranma was quietly thankful for. The teacher walked in just before the school bell rung to signal the start of class. Role call happened and then everyone got down to dull task of going through the school day.
Akane spotted Ranma heading for the door when class ended. Rumors to the contrary, Ranma did not leap out of windows after every school session. She called out, "Wait a minute Ranma. I want to talk to Asami and Hiroko about their project before checking in with Yuka and Sayuri about what they are doing. Once I finish, we can go to the library to check on past newspaper reports for our project."
"Pass for today Akane. There's somewhere else I need to be right now. I'll stop by a newspaper stand on my way back to the dojo to grab some other papers to see if they have the info we need." With that said Ranma walked out of the classroom not caring at all about the furious look on Akane's face.
"This, this is why I don't like being partnered with that baka on school projects! He doesn't care at all about his grades. It's not as if there is someplace that he needs to be. I don't know if he even brought some yen with him to buy a newspaper. Even if he did, he'd probably use the money to buy a snack instead." Akane then folded her arms across her chest and marched over to where her friends were sitting.
Most of the class simply ignored the byplay between the duo. Those who bothered to take notice were content to note that things were normal between the young couple. If Ranma didn't get Akane to a low boil somehow once every few days it seemed certain that something major would happen. Had Ranma talked to Akane about where he was going and why she would have been right there with him making sure that the blockhead got to the clinic. Ranma had kept things to himself so Akane didn't know where Ranma was headed at all. He had better deliver on the newspapers or there would be a reckoning back at the dojo. Akane would not let Ranma's poor attitude towards school affect her performance.
Ranma quickly wove his way through the students most of whom were heading to their school clubs. He really couldn't be bothered to attend one given that he was more focused on his martial arts training. The school clubs seemed like a con to the cursed boy as they were another way to keep teens out of the way with the promise that doing such things would matter if you wanted to go to Tokyo U. or some other big-name college. That wasn't the route in life that Ranma wanted for himself.
Okay, so his future plans were basically just 'martial arts' with him probably teaching at the Tendo Dojo if Pops and Mr. Tendo had their say in the matter. His personal leaning right now was more towards something like professional martial arts tournament fighter. It would surprise Ranma if he didn't end up doing some mix of tournament fights and teaching in the future. Either way, actual experience and street cred would be extremely important in his future career. There were some licensing requirements to teach that Ranma had browsed through in the library last year in junior high.
Yes, a degree in physical education or a related field was needed in most cases if one wanted to pursue the teaching aspect of the martial arts career. Ranma figured that he could get that at any reasonable local college for a fraction of the cost that his fellow students would have to pay to get into the big-league colleges. In a decade when everyone knew for a fact that he was the best martial artist in Japan that wouldn't really matter.
Ranma walked out the doors of Furinkan and got up on the fence for balance training as was his habit. His ears were open for any potential attacks or other strange incidents that might occur. Things were not nearly as bad for him as the gossip chain back at school claimed it was. To hear them talk he had a slow day if he only got into two brawls on the way to or from school. He got attacked from some usually unknown rival maybe once a week even though it was more like once every two weeks. Two, sometimes three if Pops was busy with something, times a week Ranma would go to one of the other dojos in Nerima and challenge the martial artists there. People probably confused the two things in their minds even though they were completely different.
The dojo owners didn't mind too much when Ranma showed up asking to challenge their students. They got a bar for their students to aim at and got to showcase the strengths of their schools. Ranma got exercise, a chance to see how a real dojo was run, and more experience in the art. If he saw a technique or two that looked interesting, he'd ask the head of the dojo if he could add it to his style. Ripping a technique off of a foe who probably nicked it from somewhere else was one thing. Taking a recognized technique from an established school was something else entirely.
Pops and Mr. Tendo weren't thrilled with his time at the other dojos. They did keep their complaints to themselves though. Pops didn't know how to run a dojo at all. Mr. Tendo did know, but he hadn't used those skills in years. Nowadays Mr. Tendo earned his living working for the local city council with the dojo frequently rented out for events. How else was he supposed to learn how a dojo was run if he didn't visit active dojos?
Ranma passed by a newspaper stand and stopped get the papers he said he'd get. He got two different papers that the owner of the stand said had good international sections. How true Ranma couldn't tell as he put the papers into his bookbag to look at when he got home. At least that should keep Akane from getting steamed at him. Not likely given his luck. You'd think that a guy who was cursed to turn into a girl would be able to understand girls at least a little bit.
Soon Ranma reached Dr. Ono's practice and entered it calling out, "Hey Doc! Are you in?"
Doctor Tofu Ono was sitting in his office going over some patients' files when he heard Ranma's shout. The good chiropractor and doctor of traditional medicine called out, "I will be there in a moment Ranma."
"Okay Doc." Was the reply he got back.
Unusually polite for Ranma which had Tofu concerned. Ranma was blunt as a brick usually unless something was up. Tofu thought for a moment of getting Betty, but decided to leave the skeleton model in his office. She wasn't needed as an ice breaker or to pop Ranma's ego at the moment. Tofu quickly filed his patients' medical records away in his desk and locked the drawer. He then got up and headed out to the patient receiving area where Ranma was waiting for him in a seat.
This increased Tofu's concern as the rambunctious Ranma was not one to stay still. The teen would usually be doing some sort of exercise while waiting for him. The only exception to this was if Ranma himself was in need of medical care. In his usual professional tone Tofu asked, "What brings you to my office today Ranma?"
Nervously Ranma asked, "How good are you at sensing magic Doc? I think something might be acting up with my curse."
"Come with me to one of the medical exam rooms Ranma." The teen followed Tofu and listened as the man talked. "Let me just remind you upfront Ranma that while much of my medical background is considered esoteric mystical tomfoolery by mainstream western medical doctors; I don't actually know that much about genuine magic. My specialties are in herbal medicines, chi manipulation, and other traditional cures that currently aren't that popular in the medical world. What I know about magic is more hearsay and what I've observed happening to you and your acquaintances."
Ranma nodded his head and got up on the medical bed. "I know doc, but you're the closest thing to an expert I've got. If I tried to go to a regular doctor, they'd try to throw me in an institution before I demonstrated my curse and they'd throw themselves in an institution after they saw the curse."
Tofu nodded his head and took Ranma's vitals. Those were all normal which was good. He then put a hand on Ranma's forehead and began to read the teen's chi. That wasn't an easy task as Ranma's curse obscured his normal ability to sense the chi flows in a person. He could tell that Ranma had chi, actually a very large amount of chi, and that the teen's chi was flowing. Exactly how that chi was circulating, what its composition was, and the power densities of the chi as it flowed were masked to Tofu. There was something he could faintly detect, but the doctor wasn't sure what it was if it was something at all.
He looked at Ranma and said, "I am going to need to trigger your curse several times in order to get more data. Each time I trigger the curse I need you to rate the pain as best you can along with telling me where the pain is and how long it lasts. Understood?"
"Yes, Doc I understand. Don't like it, but that's why I came to you to solve this problem."
Tofu got a large container of cold water, a large one of hot water, and Ranma's medical file. He then spent the next several minutes activating and deactivating Ranma's curse while monitoring Ranma's condition using every tool at his disposal. Tofu made sure to note everything into Ranma's file and then compared his findings to the notes he had made of Ranma's prior physicals.
Ranma patiently waited for Tofu to finish checking his notes wondering what the doctor would tell him. Going to the doctors had never been fun for Ranma and it was now twice as much work as Tofu had to check everything on his cursed form as well. However, Ranma did not try to rush Tofu since making sure he was healthy was vital to being a martial artist.
Once Tofu was done with his notes, he turned to Ranma and began to speak. "Ranma, there is something affecting you. There seems to be a knot or mass of magic for lack of a better word inside of you. Your curse can best be described as a thick paste that covers you which makes reading your chi for medical purposes effectively impossible for all but the most basic of applications. This magical mass is reacting whenever your curse activates. Both your curse and this magical mass send out waves of magical energy which collide with each other creating the pain that you are now feeling."
Worry was clear on Ranma's face. He spoke in a quiet manner. "Doc? What's going to happen to me?"
Tofu put a steadying hand on the teen's shoulder and said, "I'm going to find out what is going on and get you help Ranma. I will be calling some of my colleagues to see if they've run into anything like this. They will probably have to come and see everything in action. Despite those charlatans' claims, you cannot record a person's chi on film. Technology hasn't developed far enough to detect chi which is why Western doctors think what I do is quackery. Doesn't help you've got all those so called 'experts' trying to practice my style of medicine without the required chi control."
It really got to Tofu how many people took up traditional medicine to be an alternative healer in the west without getting the vital skills that make the whole tradition work. Acupuncture was the most prominent example in his mind. If you couldn't see the how the chi flowed in a person's body or manipulate your chi to be introduce via the needles you were just sticking a person like a pig. What made matters worse was that even in Japan it was getting harder to find the genuine traditional healers over the fakes or the well intentioned but ignorant fools.
Ranma fought the urge to snort. Great, more people knowing about his curse. He needed that like a hole in the head. Ranma knew that Tofu was only doing this to help him get better but it was embarrassing. He sighed and said, "Alright then Doc. What else do you have for me?"
Tofu started writing something on some slips. "Right now, we need to monitor the situation Ranma and to try and remove as many variables from effecting your condition as possible. I know you cannot control your curse's tendency to attract water so I want you to record when you change, which form your changed into, and where your curse activates in a log. I would also like you to limit your chi usage as much as possible and to not use your emotional chi at all. This is so I can keep your internal chi as close to it is now as possible. I also don't want you doing anything physically taxing by a regular person's standards so no martial arts challenges for the time being. Making sure you stay physically healthy will be very important in dealing with this issue. You are also to report to me every other day around this time for monitoring until I say otherwise."
The doctor paused to hand Ranma some slips and then continued, "Here are written copies of my instructions. There are enough copies for you, your father, the Tendos, and the school." Tofu looked Ranma in the eyes and said, "I don't know what is going on right now Ranma. I promise I will. I have many contacts who can help me sort this out. Within a week or two we both should know more and will hopefully be able to start a treatment plan."