[FFML][Ranma][Fanfic][Final Draft] Childhood of a Modern Dynasty -
Chapter 1 [Section 1]

Okay, here is the final draft (I hope) of the first chapter of my new
series. Anyone who has seen the first drafts will recognize many
changes to the first half. The part in the mountains hasn't changed to
much (I didn't get any negative comments about Ranma and Akane's
training in the mountains).

BTW, Ukyo's big apology had been postponed, since many people indicated
she was a bit OTT in her apology for this part in the story (I had to
agree). She also makes her reappearance later in the school year.

Also, it was suggested that I split it up into smaller parts for the
pre-reading/FFML so I have. I'll post the pieces over then next few
days.

I'm mostly concerned with cleaning up the grammar and spelling in this
draft, but as always, I welcome any comments about the story and
characters. Be brutal if you have to.
 
 

[Ranma][Fanfic] Childhood of a Modern Dynasty - Chapter 1: Hit Me Hard,
Kiss Me Hard
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Childhood of a Modern Dynasty - Chapter 1: Hit Me Hard, Kiss Me Hard

Ranma 1/2 characters and situations created by Rumiko Takahashi, used
without permission
Ranma 1/2 Copyright by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakan Inc., Kitty, Fuji,
Viz Communications, etc...

Childhood of a Modern Dynasty series created, written, and Copyright
1998 by Jim Lazar

An ongoing series set after the end of the Ranma 1/2 manga, but
incorporates elements/characters of the anime as well.

<Speech text in angle brackets are thought by character.>
All other speech is in Japanese, although written in English in this
story of course.
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>From the personal journal of James Davidson:

     I left my hotel room thinking that I should get an apartment,
since my current assignment was likely to keep me in Tokyo for quite
some time. Maid service was great, but it's always nice to have a place
you can call your own. I walked down the pleasant streets of Tokyo's
Nerima ward and reflected on some of the changes that have occurred
over the past sixty years. At least according to the pictures I've
seen, being only thirty-two myself I can't really have claimed to know
for sure what this part of Nerima looked like for sure back then.
However, since the last two years of my life have revolved around
researching the events that took place here starting in 1997, I think I
can safely say that the area had changed, but it still had a small town
feel to it.

     I walked by Furinkan High School, or should I say the NEW Furinkan
High School. It took them several years to rebuild it after the old
building was destroyed, but they did rebuild. It lacked the character
of the old building somehow, of course most of that character had to do
with the students who used to go there.

     As I neared my destination, I walked by the headquarters of Tendo
Enterprises, for a large company it sure had a modest headquarters. It
could have been a household for all the external appearance suggested,
but I knew it held some of the most brilliant minds in business today.
I'll have to see about getting a tour someday.

     There was my destination, the Tendo Compound. It still amazed me
at how many blocks it covered, even after visiting it dozens of times
already. Originally it was just an average sized household, well maybe
it was a bit above average size. The original Tendo lot had grown quite
a bit in all directions, but the original house still stood at the
center of the Compound.

     As I pressed the buzzer at the main gate. A beautiful young woman
immediately greeted me, almost as if she had been waiting for me. "Yes,
can I help you?" the woman asked, then adjusted her long hair. The
bright red highlight in her hair, which was new since my last visit,
caught my eye.

     I said, "I'm here to see the Matriarch. My name is James
Davidson."

     "Ah yes, you're expected. Please come in Mr. Davidson."

     "Thank you, Ms. Ono," I replied as I was let in.

     "Please, call me Hanaki."

     "Only if you call me James."

     "If you insist," she said, then gave me one of those smiles I
would die for. We exchanged cheek kisses and then she led me inside.

     This was the same routine that we went through every time I
visited; well...the cheek kisses had started after we had known each
other a couple months. Considering it was six months since I was last
here, I was grateful that we had fallen right back into our little
routine. "So how is the family?" I asked, as she led me to the center
of the Compound.

     "Very well, Soun and Fuki are due to be married in several weeks."

     "Finally got their act together, huh?" I said, laughing.

     "Yes, it runs in the family I'm afraid, fear of commitment and
all."

     "Well, the book I'm writing would be pretty dull if not for that
trait of the Tendo and Saotome families," I said, then added, "I like
the red highlight."

     Hanaki fingered the streak of red that ran down her long hair and
smiled. "Thank you. My Mother doesn't like it."

     "Well, my parents did like it the first time I shaved my head."

     Hanaki snickered at this comment. "I'm glad you stopped shaving
it, I like your hair," she said.

     Unconsciously I ran my hand through my hair and said, "Thank you."

     "Here we go," Hanaki said, when we reached the part of the
Compound that the Matriarch of the Tendo family spent most of her time
in. Hanaki called out, "Auntie, Mr. Davidson is here!"

     The older woman, being a spry seventy-six years old, looked up
from the flowers she was tending and smiled at me. I smiled back, even
at her age she had a graceful beauty that time could not erase. She
brushed her white hair out of her eyes, got up, and came over to me.
"Long time no see, James," she said.

     "Too long, Akane," I replied, then gave her a quick kiss on her
cheek and received one back. "Hanaki says the family is doing well."

     "Yes, even little Soun has wised up and finally proposed to Fuki,"
Akane said, with a smile. She led me over the porch in front of the
large koi pond, which had grown in size since the last century. The
wall behind the pond, which I remember from old photos, was long gone.
Replaced by a gently slopping lawn and garden, this connected to the
new houses where most of the current generations lived. The garden
around the house, of course, had been tended to and altered over time
by the various Tendo women who had lived in the Compound.

     As we sat down on the porch chairs, I said, "Well, I'm sure they
will have a good life together. They seem to be made for each other."

     "Sometimes that's not enough," Akane replied, wistfully. "So
James, you want to write another book about my family?"

     "Yes, the first one covering your first year with Ranma was quite
popular. A lot of people want to know more about what happened to you
and your family after that," I repeated, even though we had talked for
hours about this by telephone when I was back in the States.

     "Nothing special about my life," Akane said straight-faced, but
suddenly lost her calm manner and burst out laughing.

     I joined her in her laughter. When we both finished laughing,
right on cue, Hanaki came out with some lemonade. "Thank you, Hanaki,"
I said, earning a twinkle from her eyes.

     After Hanaki had returned to the house, Akane said, "Not trying to
marry into my family, are you?"

     Blushing, I said, "Of course not, she's just such a nice young
woman." Truth be told, I was attracted to Hanaki, but I couldn't act on
my feelings. I needed to retain my objectivity for the book, didn't I?
I looked at the house and gardens. "The house hasn't changed much in
the last six months," I commented, awkwardly changing the subject.

     "Hasn't changed much in the last eighty years actually. The house
has been rebuilt numerous times, but always back to the original style.
The gardens have been enlarged, of course, and we're not really short
on space anymore. I've always felt at peace in this house, despite some
of the things that have happened in and around it."

     "I can see why; it's beautiful," I said, looking around. The house
at the center of the Tendo Compound looked almost exactly like it did
in the old photos. The adjoining houses and buildings had changed, of
course, as various family members had built up the Tendo Compound with
their own houses. Japanese families tended to live in the same house
with all generations, but when you had as large of an extended family
as the Tendos did, you had to accommodate them all with the multiple
residences that made up the Compound.

     Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted when I was kicked in the
side of my head. I went flying into the koi pond. I spit out the water
that I almost swallowed. I rose out of the pond, only to end up on my
butt as I slipped getting out. More carefully this time, I rose and
stepped out of the koi pond.

     "Daijiko!" Akane scolded, "How many times have I asked you not to
kick visitors? Family only!"

     "Sorry, Great-grandmother," the little girl named Daijiko replied,
looking sadly at the ground. She had the same short dark blue hair that
I've seen in old pictures of Akane, who now had a dignified mop of
white hair.

     I squeezed out my shirt, then mussed up Daijiko's hair. "That's
okay, Daijiko. A visit here wouldn't be complete without a tour of the
koi pond. That's quite a kick for a five year old girl," I said,
rubbing my head. Daijiko beamed at me, bowed quickly, then ran back
around the house to spar in the dojo. Then to Akane, I said, "She's
grown quite a bit in the past year."

     "She's too young for you, James," Akane informed me.

     "You really think so? Darn," I replied, earning a smile from
Akane. It wasn't often, but I did occasionally manage to get her back
for all the times she teased me.

     Hanaki helped me dry off, remove my shirt, slip a kimono on, and
then slip my pants off. I blushed as she helped me with this last piece
of clothing, she didn't even hesitate. "Thank you, Hanaki."

     "My pleasure," Hanaki replied. I hope she meant helping me in
general and not helping me get undressed. She then fished my palmcard
and a fish from my pants. Handing me my palmcard, she said smiling,
"You'll need this, I believe." Then she took the fish back to the koi
pond.

     "Thanks," I replied, opening my palmcard. It was waterproof, but I
still checked it for damage. Its one-handed keyboard unfolded itself
correctly and the holographic display sprang to life. I took the
opportunity to open the interview file for today. Some people liked to
use the new wristtop systems that have become available over the past
few years. Me? I prefer my trusty old trusty palmcard that I've had for
the past seven years or so.

     Finally, I sat down on the porch again.

     "I'm sorry about that. I try to keep the kids from following in my
footsteps, but it's hard," Akane said.

     "Don't worry about it. A little water never hurt anyone," I said,
regretting it as soon as I said it.

     Akane frowned, then said, "That's what most of us would have said,
until Ranma showed up at our doorstep."

     "Sorry, didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

     "They aren't all painful..." Akane said, then switched the
conversation like an expert, "Where do you want to start?"

     "Well, we ended the last book at the destroyed wedding. It's best
to start right after that," I said.

     "Ok. Let's see...Ranma had managed to untie himself and then he
blasted the locked doors of the dojo open, just as me and-" Akane
began.

     I interrupted her and said, "Sorry, not that wedding."

     "Oh, sorry. Which destroyed wedding did you mean then?"

     I had to grin; the woman in front of him has had more attempted
weddings that anyone else I knew of. It was a shame that one of the
earlier ones didn't happen. Akane's three weddings, that actually did
occur AND finish with actual marriages, were under very stressful
conditions. "It was the one at the end of your Freshman year in high
school," I reminded her.

     "Oh yes, after the Saffron incident and before Shampoo died. I
scolded Nabiki about inviting everyone to that one for years
afterwards," Akane said, smiling.

     "Let's start after that wedding then."

     "Okay, well it was early in 1998 and Nabiki had invited a whole
list of people trying to get more presents and donations. Of course
inviting Ranma's fiancees and assorted admirers of both of us was not a
good idea. She did at least try make it up to us by trying to get them
off our backs for a while, plus collecting money for repairing the
dojo," Akane began to reflect.

     "And charged you how much?"

     "Please, Nabiki may have had a weakness for money, but she wasn't
heartless," Akane insisted. I raised an eyebrow. Then she added, "About
fifty thousand Yen, if I recall correctly." She suppressed a smile. I
didn't.

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Childhood of a Modern Dynasty
Sequel to Birth of a Modern Dynasty
by James Davidson

Chapter 1: Hit Me Hard, Kiss Me Hard
 

     The dust had barely settled in the Tendo dojo before Nabiki
started to make calls about the event, which became known as 'just
another destroyed wedding' in the far future. As it had only been a
week since the event, everyone at the Tendo household still called it
'Ranma and Akane's wedding disaster'. Others called it salvation;
another chance for me; rescue of my fair maiden; the will of the
Amazons; destiny; a rip off (since Nabiki refused to return any gifts
or donations); or a blast. Ranma and Akane didn't call it anything,
they mostly tried to get on with their life as normal. Of course, their
definition of 'normal' was anyone's guess.

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     The first call went out to the Kuno family lawyers. The next day
five big, mean looking, hairy knuckled, barely human lawyers showed up
at the Tendo house. They all wore identical black business suits with
short skirts. After a quick tour of the damaged dojo, Nabiki sat the
women, to use the term loosely, down at the table. Kasumi brought out
tea for them, recoiled at their faces, but regained her composure and
served the tea.

     "Miss Tendo, we really don't have time to socialize. Please get to
the point of your request for us to come over here," the biggest lawyer
said, then scratched her stubble.

     "As you can see from the state of the dojo, we had a wedding that
was interrupted," Nabiki said, in her most business-like tone of voice.

     "Well we are sorry for that, but what does that have to do with us
or the Kuno family?"

     "The damage was done by Tatewaki Kuno and his sister, Kodachi
Kuno," Nabiki asserted.

     "We have several witnesses that can place the Kuno siblings in the
United States during the wedding," another lawyer claimed, she handed a
pile of depositions to Nabiki and then scratched herself.

     Examining the papers briefly, Nabiki then said, "Nice job. How do
you explain this then?" Nabiki turned on the television and hit the
play button on the remote control. The television sprang to life and
showed the two Kuno siblings rampaging through the Tendo dojo at the
wedding. No one else at the wedding was seen to be damaging anything.
Someone who was at the wedding would have asked what happened to
Shampoo, Ukyo, Happosai, and the others who had broken up the wedding.
The lawyers, of course, weren't at the wedding, as no one would have
asked such ugly women to go.

     "A fake."

     <Well duh! More of a careful edit really,> Nabiki thought, then
said aloud, "You can try and disprove it. Anyway, there is also the
fact that your proof of the Kuno's being in America is a lie. A well
crafted lie, but not well crafted enough to slip by me." Nabiki tossed
some papers down in front of the lawyers.

     The lawyers studied the papers. Suddenly they all lost their smug
and superior attitude. "How?" one of the lawyers asked, gasping for
breath.

     "Let's just say that I've known Kuno for a long time and know how
he thinks. I have a bill here for all the damage done to the dojo,
mental stress caused to my poor sister and future brother-in-law, -"
Nabiki explained, then paused to consider that Ranma and Akane seemed a
little relieved that the wedding didn't happen. She continued, "-my
legal services, and a sum of money to setup a trust fund for the next
wedding and college education for Ranma and Akane." She handed the bill
to the lawyers.

     "This is absurd, we won't pay this! It's too much!"

     "Well, in that case I'll have to release this-" Nabiki stated, and
handed the lawyers another video tape with a flourish, and finished,
"-video to the national media."

     One of the lawyers put the tape into the VCR and hit the play
button. The screen showed a rather ugly young boy with a pig like nose
and little girl with a big Barbara Streisand-like nose playing at the
Kuno mansion. They both had ears that would rival Prince Charles' sole
remaining claim to fame.

     "Now, I know the public really doesn't care, but I'm sure Kodachi
and Tatewaki wouldn't like this to be seen," Nabiki implied, then
added, "I have nothing against plastic surgery myself, but-"

     One of the lawyers pulled out a briefcase and started piling
bundles of Yen bills in front of Nabiki. Nabiki grinned in triumph,
then counted the bills and made sure they were not counterfeit. She
made them replace the bills that had Kuno's picture on them with real
Yen.

     When Kasumi started to show the lawyers out, one of them gave
Nabiki her card and said, "Miss Tendo, when you get through with
college you have a job with our law firm. I'm sure you'll fit right
in."

     Nabiki took the card and filled it under her 'firms to avoid'
section of her organizer. After all, she wouldn't want to have to grow
a mustache like the other women in that firm had. Besides, she hadn't
even decided what to major in yet.

                          *             *             *

     The second call went out to the police. Nabiki informed them of
the identity of the bra and panty thief that has been terrorizing Tokyo
for the past year. She gave them some useful information on the thief,
how to catch him, and how to keep him incarcerated. Nabiki then sold
his bra and panty collection, although she kept the various pieces
belonging to the Tendo sisters. She may have ended up with a few extra
pieces, since she just couldn't part with the black leather bra and
thong, even if it didn't belong to one of the Tendo sisters, at least
she didn't think so.

                          *             *             *

     The third call went out to the immigration department.
Unfortunately, Nabiki ran into a dead end, apparently the Chinese
Fiancee Front (CFF) were in Japan legally. Since Cologne kept a tight
ship, Nabiki didn't have any information to blackmail them with. About
the only thing Nabiki could do was to send them a bill for the damages
and cut off the flow of information that the CFF occasionally bought
from her. The bill was never paid, but Nabiki decided to keep a close
eye on the CFF to see if she could get their share of the damages some
other way.

                          *             *             *

     The final call went out to Ucchan's. The owner wasn't there.
Konatsu promised Nabiki that he would call if she showed up. All Nabiki
could do is inform her various spies and contacts to be on the lookout
for Ukyo.

                          *             *             *

     "Not bad for a couple days of work," Nabiki insisted, to no one in
particular.

     Nabiki put on her long lost red teddie, along with a matching pair
of panties, then went to bed.

                          *             *             *

     The first school bell of Ranma and Akane's Junior year at Furinkan
High rang. Akane and Ranma raced towards the front entrance. "Ranma!
How could you make us late for our first day as Juniors?" Akane scolded
him.

     "You're the one who insisted I eat your breakfast this morning,
which caused me to have to stop at Dr. Tofu's to get my stomach
pumped!" Ranma yelled back at her.

     The young couple, although neither of them would refer to
themselves that way, suddenly screeched to a halt in front of the
school. Their jaws dropped as they saw the horde of boys massed in
front. They hadn't seen anything like this for almost a year. "What
the..." Akane sputtered.

     "Hey! Clear the way! We're late!" Ranma yelled and started
menacingly towards the group.

     A voice carried over the soft murmurs of the assembled boys, "At
the dawn of a new school year, the lowly new underclassmen must prove
themselves to the lovely Akane Tendo in battle."

     "Kuno," Ranma cursed.

     "Kuno," Akane cursed, but in a more lady-like manner since she
omitted Ranma's hand gesture.

     "Akane Tendo, I love you!"; "Please be mine!"; "Date with me!";
and "Die Ranma!" were some of the more coherent shouts heard from the
boys as they ran at Ranma and Akane.

     "Please don't hurt me!"; "I kind of like you, Akane!"; "Can you do
my homework?"; "I don't even know you, but Kuno made me do this!"; "I
don't want to die!"; and "Give me five thousand yen on me being beaten
to a pulp, Nabiki!" were some of the more pathetic shouts heard.

     Although out of practice for fights like this, Ranma and Akane
jumped right in. They only got in each other's way three times while
they beat up the horde of Freshman boys. In the end, half of them ran
away in terror after they saw Ranma and Akane fight in person for the
first time.

     "Kuno said they were wimps!"; "Kuno is a jerk!"; "Kuno said we
couldn't loose!"; "Kuno is cute!"; "Mommy!"; and "Give me my winnings,
Nabiki!" were the comments heard as the fight ended.

     "Imagine goading the new Freshman boys into attacking us!" Akane
said, as she straightened her new school uniform. The clinically insane
Principal of Furinkan High had gotten the school board to agree to new
uniforms over the break, the fact that he paid for them himself helped
sway them in his favor. Although the students all hated the old
uniforms, no one wanted to replace them with THESE uniforms. Imagine
the rather standard sailor-style girls uniforms, but in Hawaiian
prints. Then throw up. The boys' uniforms were just as sickening, being
the same as the old ones, but with an even louder Hawaiian print on
them.

     "Yeah, but it seems like old times," Ranma said, a big grin on his
face. He straightened his usual Chinese style shirt. It too had a
Hawaiian print on it, since Akane had insisted that he look as stupid
as she did. Somehow, Ranma made it look good.

     "You don't really want to repeat everything that happened last
year, do you?" Akane questioned him.

     "Well, not everything, but I wouldn't miss some of the experiences
we had for all the 'Spring of drowned man' water in the world," Ranma
insisted.

     "Really?" Akane asked, amazed that he wouldn't want to rid himself
of his curse at all cost.

     "Really. I still want to be cured, but with Jusenkyo gone I've
started to accept my curse. Sort of," Ranma said, but sounded wistful
at the end.

     "That's amazing, you've really matured since I met you, Ranma,"
Akane said, looking at him in a new light. <I wouldn't pass up meeting
you either, Ranma.> A smile crossed her face for about a second,
before...

     Ranma ruined it by saying, "And besides, if not for what I learned
last year, I couldn't do this..." Then he shouted, "Moko Takabisha!!!"

     "Now that the lowly underclassmen have been tested in battle, I,
the Blue Thun..urk-" was all Tatewaki Kuno had time to say before the
chi blast hit him in the chest, enveloped him in flames, and sent him
flying backwards through the school building and into the girl's locker
room. He was beaten up by a mob of naked teenage girls, who were
changing for their first period gym class. There are worse ways to be
beaten up and Kuno has experienced most of them.

     "I should have known..." Akane muttered and headed indoors.

     "What did I do now?" Ranma inquired, as he followed her in.

                          *             *             *

     Ranma and Akane started the first period of their Junior year
holding pails of water in the hallway.

     Kuno spent the first day of his Senior year in the infirmary. A
cute Cheerleader named Mariko tended to him. He didn't notice her.

     At lunchtime, in the schoolyard, Ranma and Akane ate the lunches
that Mrs. Saotome made them until Akane's friends, Yuka and Sayuri,
walked up to them. Ranma's two friends, Daisuke and Hiroshi, were right
on their heels.

     "Stop stepping on my shoes!" Yuka yelled at Daisuke and proceeded
to clobber him with her bag.

     They all congratulated Ranma and Akane on their first fight of
their junior year. "Yes, thanks a lot guys! I won ten thousand Yen from
Nabiki!" Daisuke said, patting Ranma on the back.

     "She gave better odds this time for the boys to beat you two!"
Yuka said, as she counted her winnings.

     "Better odds? Why?" Ranma asked.

     Hiroshi answered Ranma's question, "Well she said since you
weren't expecting it and because she made more money from the Freshman
students who've never heard of you, that she could give better odds."

     "Ha! Like I could ever lose!" Ranma gloated, ignoring the times he
had lost fights in the past. <Just temporary setbacks, not loses,> he
tried to convince himself.

     "So when are you two going to try and get married again?" Sayuri
asked.

     "How much do you have on the result?" Akane quipped.

     Akane was only a little shocked when Sayuri replied, "Twenty
thousand."

     Both Ranma and Akane shook their heads, sadly. Some things never
change.

     The rest of the lunch conversation had to do with the new uniforms
and what to do about them. 'Burn them' was the most popular suggestion.

                          *             *             *

     The next day a slightly smaller crowd of boys attacked again and
lost again. Kuno didn't make it in time for the morning fight, he
apparently had to go find a wig to replace his hair that was burned off
by the previous day's fight. That was the rumor at least. Other people
said that his father, the school's principal, had shaved his head.
Either or both could be the truth.

     The next few days were somewhat normal. The boys attacked, Kuno
spoke bad poetry, Ranma and/or Akane beat him up (they took turns).

     Three weeks into the school year the group of boys had already
admitted defeat, but not Kuno. It was Ranma's turn to fight Kuno, but
Ranma had decided it wasn't honorable for him to use his special
attacks on a weakling like Kuno. Kuno didn't particularly like Ranma
reminding him of this fact every time they fought. Therefore, this
fight was actually close to five minutes long already. Ranma also
rather liked the practice fighting with Kuno gave him, but he'd never
admit that to anyone, especially Kuno.

     Ranma avoided another bokken swing and then swept Kuno's feet from
under him. As Ranma paused to let Kuno get up and put his hair back on,
Ranma asked Akane to marry him. Well somehow, that is what Ryoga
thought he heard from down the street. What Ranma actually said was,
"Akane, will you rub his bald head for me?"

     Akane just signed, shook her head, and went on inside to class.
She missed Ryoga jumping between Ranma and Kuno's bokken. Ryoga took
the full force of the bokken swing and crumpled to the ground.

     Ranma was getting bored, so he shredded Kuno's samurai clothing,
which also had the new school Hawaiian print on it. Kuno retreated,
while he desperately tried to hide the panda underwear he was wearing.
Nabiki managed to get several pictures of Kuno retreating. Ranma and
Akane both bought copies for when they needed a good laugh.

     Meanwhile, Ryoga got up and yelled, "Bakusai Tenketsu!!" As Ryoga
hit the ground under Ranma with a finger, Ranma leaped on top of
Ryoga's head. Most of the bits of ground missed hitting Ranma, Ryoga
wasn't as lucky. Ryoga tried to hit Ranma off his head with his
umbrella. "Ranma! How dare you use my head as a stool!"

     "Relax Ryoga!" Ranma said. Since Ryoga failed to relax, Ranma
jumped straight up and landed on Ryoga's head again. Ryoga was pounded,
feet first, into the weakened ground. Ranma headed for class. Ryoga got
a good look at all of the girls panties as they walked by him and into
the school. He was still there when school let out, even Ryoga couldn't
get lost if he was stuck in the ground.

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--
Jim Lazar

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"You made Akane whose daughter?!?!"
"Genma's."
"Has she hit you with her mallet yet?"
"Several times, actually."