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[Day 2]

Reiko stood nude in front of her closest debating whether or not
she should go train some more, or go out and see her friends. She knew
that her Kami trained a lot, almost to the exclusion of all else, and
she also knew He valued Honor and His Word very much. She did give her
word that she would meet with her friends, who rarely had a chance to
get together these days, and her word meant a lot to her, but she
would break it to obey her Kami.

She prayed a bit to her Kami for guidance, and the next thing she
knew, she was walking down the street wearing a red Chinese silk
dress, with black piping, and a pair of high-heel shoes. The only
thing was she could not recall ever buying any high-heel shoes.

She shrugged and continued on her way. She was dressed to
/party/, and she got several lusty looks as she walked passed.

The club where her friends were meeting was uptown, very exclusive,
and huge hotspot of Tokyo Night-life. As she walked passed the line to
get in, she heard several of the ladies hitting their drooling dates.
A few made suggestions on how they could spend the night together or
what she could do on her own. Some of those suggestions were doable
but not without her Kami's permission, while others were biological
impossible. The later suggestions come from envious or jealous ladies
in line.

The Bouncer at the door flirted with her a bit, in a friendly
manner, and let her in without any trouble. He was a friend of hers.
When the Clubs did not need a bouncer, she would get him hire onto
several of her films.

She took a moment to adjust to the club lightning, spotted her
friends in a corner, and headed over to them.

Her friend Akira Imamura as the solo male of the group of women was
easy to spot. In his thirties, he was a dashing man of action, or so
he portrayed in the movies. He was a mega super-star throughout the
entire world. In truth, he was a quiet man, who had gotten into acting
for the money and fame. Got interested in martial arts after doing a
few such action-films and meeting Reiko. From there, he trained with
some Shaolin priests for several years, from then on, his nick name
went from /Flash/, for his reckless actions, to /Iceman/,
for his calm and cool under pressure attitude. In many ways, he was
Shaolin, and he was always one to inject spiritualism into the
conversation.

On Akira's right was Nene Durbe, Russian-born super-model turn
actress. Few people knew her name, but everyone knew her body and
face. Of course, Nene claimed that she was original a K.G.B operative,
trained in their infamous Red Room/, but was /let go when
she got too old at the age of twenty-two. No one believed that,
simply because the K.G.B. was not one to let anyone go, for any
reason. Still, they humor her, and called her the /Black Widow/.
They claim its because of her background's similarity with the
fictional character of that name, but actually, it was because she
went through so many dates that she just seemed to just eat them all
up and spit them out.

On Nene's right was Chikuma Hagiwara, an Euro-Asian beauty
super-model, who was also a martial artist that Reiko had meet at a
few tournaments. Chikuma was a slightly better then average martial
artist. She would usually finish in the fifth or sixth place in any
tournament that Reiko was in, in which Reiko would place first or
second in the same tournament.

The last, and most surprising, was Ayano Yunokawa, on Chikuma's
right. It was very surprising to see her with the group, especially
waiting for her. Ayano was a well-known actress throughout Asia and
Europe. She and Ayano did not get along well. Many compared them
to Fire and Ice, who was which depended on the situation.

In the beginning, Ayano would try anything to get her thrown off
the set, but the producers would see through Ayano's attempts. Since
Ayano could not default her on the set, she took up martial arts, to
/beat her at her own game/. But Ayano got tired of
traditional martial arts that was taught, and sought out her
own Senseis.

Soon after, Ayano became a bully, using her martial arts
aggressively for selfish reasons. Fortunately, that phase did
not last long. Unfortunately, Ayano became a thrill-seeker, fighting
in underground blood-sports. Where in such fights, the winner to all,
in very literal sense. Several times, Ayano came to the set all
bruised and battered, with a new scar or two, which would have
to be covered up with make-up. The scars gave her /character/,
and typecasted her in the villain role. Fortunately there were more
villainess roles then heroine, so Ayano got more work then she did.

It was Nene who spotted her first, and gave her a mock
wolf-whistle, bring the others attention to her. Chikuma smirked at
her, while Ayano frowned, and Akira just looked calmly on.

As she sat down, Nene demanded, "Whose the new man? Does he have a
brother? He is in the biz? He must be great in bed." Nene grinned at
her last comment.

"It's not like that," Reiko defended herself. She added happily, "I
got a Master." She groaned, she had meant to say she had gotten a new
sensei in the Arts.

The group was intrigued, Chikuma and Akira assumed she meant a
master as an instructor, while Nene and Ayano seemed to
understand exactly what the situation was. Nene, she could understand,
but was a bit worried... curious... puzzled that Ayano also knew. Nene
would know, simply because she would never wear high-heels under any
circumstance, even if the script called for it. So the fact that she
was was a big indicator that her life was under another's control.

Curious, Chikuma asked, "So whose this master that you're studying
under? Must be something if Miss There-Is-Nothing-Else-For-Me-To-Learn
is taking lessons..."

"Or he's a major hunk," Nene piped in. She giggled and added, "And
he's really worth working under..."

Reiko blushed thinking of her Kami. Out-loud, she calmly stated,
"You won't know him... But he's a true Master of the Art."

One of Akira's eyebrow rose in curiosity. Yes, he was a fan of Star
Trek, and copied Mister Spock's mannerisms at times, it had helped him
relate to some of the Shaolin philosophies. In a curious voice, "And
where is this Master of Masters located? In China? India? Some small
island in the Pacific?"

"Honshu isn't a small island," Reiko replied before she could stop
herself. While she was not assumed of her Kami or her service to Him,
she did not wish for her friends to get involved and make things
difficult for Him. Together, her friends had major connections
to all the media outlets in Asia and Europe, as well as some in the
Americas.

"Close to home," Nene smirked. "Maybe, in our own home ward of
Nerima, by chance. After all, you've taken that teaching job at
that High School you went to. So it's not like you have that much
time... Although, I suppose teaching Physical Education isn't that
demanding, you did make that pic several months ago."

The group thought over that bit of tid-bit. Chikuma thought
out-loud, "What old masters are in the Nerima Ward?"

Akira answered, "Several... There's Yasui-sensei, Ueshima-sensei,
Tsuda-sensei, Taku-sensei, Sanda-sensei, and Ogyu-sensei... And that's
just at the Temple. Nerima Ward of Tokyo has to be the capital of
Japanese Martial Arts, easily." Each of those mentioned by Akira were
old men, white hair, and the youngest was in his early eighties.

"Saotome-sama is not old like that," Reiko objected. She groaned,
not meaning to say anything to the bait.

"Saotome-sama?" Nene echoed, emphasizing the honorfic.

"Please tell me it's not the Temple Thief, Genma Saotome," Akira
asked with a pained expression.

"Temple Thief?" Chikuma asked in curiosity. Akira went on to
explain that Genma Saotome was a known thief, stealing martial arts
scrolls and other items of value. None have ever been able to stop
him, nor catch him red-handed to prove his guilt.

Ayano seem to know the name as well, much to the surprise of the
group. When asked, or rather demanded, to tell, she added, "Genma
Saotome was an undefeated fighter in the Underground, called the
Shadow Fighter, since you couldn't see him coming and moved like a
shadow. Of course, he hasn't been seen in over a decade or more."

Reiko could only listen in amazement, she did not know that about
her Master's father, but then, she realized, she did not know anything
save that her students did not think much of him and that he was her
Master's father. She could honestly state that Genma Saotome
was not her Master.

The group knew her long enough and well enough to know she was not
lying, but also that while Genma was not her Master; her Master was
related to him. They thought about it.

Ayano mentioned, off-handedly, "There was a rumor that Genma had a
son..."

"Someone had sex with this guy?" Chikuma asked in wonderment. From
the description of Genma she received, she could not imagine any
female that would be willing to touch him, in any way. Nodoka sneezed
as she watched teevee.

"Hey, wait a minute," Nene exclaimed. "That would make this kid,
what.... ten years old..."

"Really stealing from the cradle, aren't you, girl," Ayano smirked.

Angry, Reiko replied, "My Master is the best there is..."

The group just laughed at her.

Reiko then told her friends a few of the exploits of her Kami, most
of which they did not believe, so she challenged them to join her at
the club meeting and they could then see for themselves. Only Ayano,
with a gleam in her eyes, agreed to meet her Kami.



Usagi Tsukino was touched that her friends came to see her before
they headed off to school, especially Rei since she went to a
different school then her other friends. Along the way, they had asked
her questions about how she felt and tried to come to conclusions as
to what happened. To the former, she was fine and did not feel any
different, and to the latter, she and they had no clue.

They did conclude that it was unlikely that the Dark Kingdom was
behind it, since if they could depower them, they would have done so
all ready, and not wait this long into the game. They also decided
that, whatever it was, it was temporary and, probably, a fluke of some
kind. They had been working very hard to defeat the Dark
Kingdom, after all, so it was probably just exhaustion. Usagi promised
she would rest more. And the matter was dropped. Rei headed off to her
own school and Usagi and her friends headed to theirs.

As they walked through the gates of Juuban Junior High School, the
Sailor Senshi in their civilian disguises noted that their seem to be
an excitement in the air, almost like a Fair was coming. But none were
due any time that month.

Curious, they began to ask questions of their school friends and
fellow students.

What they find was puzzling to them. Apparently, several students,
whom they had never meet, were returning to school after a long bout
of sickness. Most of these returning students were older sisters and
brothers of those that attended their school. Also, several shrines
had been cleansed of evil influences, with a demon or two being
destroyed.

"And the best thing?" one girl stated to Usagi. "The best thing
is... We don't have to worry about those pesky youmas anymore."

Usagi nodded and added, "Of course, the Sailor Senshi deal with
those youmas that show up once in a while..."

The girl looked at Usagi strangely, and echoed, "Once in a while?"

"Okay," Usagi conceded. "Almost once every two weeks."

"Once every two weeks," the girl echoed again. She looked at Usagi
strangely as if she was crazy and walked away from her.

Usagi was hurt, and went to join her friends. She noted Ami had a
very troubled look on her face. But the bell rang to start the school
day, and they had to get to their homeroom before being later then
they were.

Classes were, of course, boring and meaningless to Usagi. They
serve no purpose save to help her catch up with her sleep. She had no
interest in learning what some dead people did hundreds of years ago.
The clerk at the ice cream shop made the change for her. Some of the
stories they read were fun to listen to, but they did not help her
fight youmas.

Finally, it was Usagi's favorite part of the school day, lunchtime.

Usagi and her friends went to their spot under a tree to eat their
lunch. They ate their bento lunches in silence, and just enjoyed each
other's presence. The silence, of course, was finally broke by Usagi
asking Makoto if she could share anything with her as her mother had
not packed her bento lunch with enough food. That Mrs Tsukino had made
a bento lunch that could have feed two people was irrelevant, Usagi
was hungry, and she wanted more.

Knowing it was coming, Makoto had, purposely, made extra to share
with Usagi. She enjoyed that Usagi enjoyed her cooking so much.

After the lunches were finished, they began to share their
information from that morning with each other. Each of them had found
that much of the happiness was the enjoying of younger siblings at
their older siblings return to health and school.

Usagi noted that throughout the discussion, Ami had a trouble look
on her face. Finally, Usagi, wanting to help, asked, "What's wrong,
Ami-chan?"

Swallowing a bit, Ami asked in a soft voice, "How often do you
think the Dark Kingdom attacks?"

The others blinked in confusion; they would not have expected such
a simple and silly question from someone like Ami. But they answered
as they could.

Usagi, of course, answered as she answered before, "Oh, maybe, once
every two weeks or so..."

Makoto answered, "About once every ten days..."

Ami swallowed again, and stated in a shocked voice, "Ahmmmm,
guys... The Dark Kingdom attacks occur daily... even twice a day...
some times more..."

The exclamation of the other Senshis' surprise could be heard all
over the school.

"But, Ami-chan," Usagi began.

Ami shook her head and stated, "We only deal with Jedite and his
pet youmas..."

"But," Usagi tried to interrupt.

Ami swallowed again, blushed a bit, and continued over Usagi's
attempt to interrupt, this was too important, and continued,
"Using my computer, I checked it out. It's true. Every day, some minor
youma or even a major demon attacks somewhere in Juuban... And we do
nothing about it! We only deal with Jedite..."

Makoto was a bit upset, and interjected, "But, Ami-chan, if they're
so many attacks, why don't we know about it until now? Better yet, if
we're not there to deal with all these /attacks/, why aren't we
overwhelmed by their sheer numbers?"

Embarrassed, Ami blushed, shook her head, and answered, "I don't
know, Makoto-chan. The reports are vague. They aren't just confined to
this area. There are reports from Nerima, Edogawa, Adachi and the
other Wards. Those youma out there are dealt with by devil
hunters, a group of warrior-priests, who claim to have a tradition
dating back hundreds of years."

Ami's voice conveyed her doubts of such a group actually existed,
let alone that long or were that popular.

Makoto voiced that the others where thinking, "If this so-called
devil hunters existed, then why haven't we seen anything?"

Ami shrugged, swallowed, and replied, "I don't know. But I will try
to find out."

Makoto muttered, "These so-called devil hunters better not
get in our way, though. We don't have time to save them from
themselves."

Usagi nodded her head in agreement. She knew that any of these
so-called devil hunters could not deal with the problem, only
the Sailor Senshi, reborn to battle the Dark Kingdom, once again,
could stop them. It would be very bad if anyone got hurt involving
themselves when they could handle the Dark Kingdom by themselves, just
let Queen Serenity of the Moon Kingdom once did.

Usagi missed the irony of her thoughts.



Zeroids El-Oh-Two through El-Oh-Five were busy. They had found and
secured a junkyard with all the raw materials they needed. It was a
simple matter to obtain the funds they needed to buy the junkyard.
The Creator had made up a game, whereas, He would create an account
with one of the many online stock trading companies that gave people
free money to start an account with them, and using only that
money make it grow and multiple until He reached a specific, randomly
chosen prime number by a series of buying, selling, and holding
various stocks throughout the world. It was relatively easy for them,
they worked constantly, never truly needing any sleep, able to work in
any world market as language/culture was no true barrier since all
computers, basically, spoke the same language, and losses and risks
were equated into their game for the purpose of greater gains.

Unlike their Creator, the lady Zeroids allowed their stock game to
continue, at a slower pace, so they could have funds available should
there be need. They had little intentions of returning to their
Home-Dimension after their mission was over. Their Creator and the
Terrahawks had everything in hand, and there was not any real need for
them there. The Android Zelda's attempt on Commander Saotome's life
was just a sign of her desperation and annoyance of the Saotome
couples to her, as well as, an attempt for the Terrahawks to waste
resources on stopping her. She was not aware of the extra
project of Doctor Ninestein, so there was no actual drain on
Terrahawks resources, their Creator had already foreseen the
possibility and took steps to be prepared for it.



The news out of Europe puzzled many law-enforcement agencies and
troubled them.

For the last several days, several known serial-killers, whom they
had been trying for the past months and more to convict, had been
turning up dead. Which was not a bad thing, in itself. It was the fact
that these serial-killers were drained of blood, necks sliced, and
lack of clothing that was troubling. The first had caused the press to
dub these the "Vampire Justice." The second had many worried, if there
was a killer of serial-killers out there, of which there was,
fortunately, a very limited supply of, then it stood to reason that
whoever this was would turn to other victims very soon. And the third
just caused many to throw up, serial-killers, as a rule, were not a
handsome group.



At what point in the night, Ranma had picked her up and bought her
to his bed, Nabiki was not sure. Nor did it matter; what did matter
was that her Master was with her, his strong arms around her, and they
were together. She enjoyed the soft, smooth skin of her Master, with
His hard muscles underneath. That was why they had used the magic
mushrooms, yes, her Master could appear, virtually as any age, but His
healing factor would not duplicate all the scaring that He received
from the Neko-ken "incident" (calling it training was just so wrong,
on so many levels) and the martial arts training he had undergone. Of
course, her Master's skin was a lot tougher then any normal person's,
yet looked and felt as smooth and undamaged as a newborn's.

And then the sun rose, shedding light into his room, and upon his
bed. She was half tempted to blast the Sun out of the sky, but knew
her Master would not like that. So she settled for an inverted
shielding charm over the window, to block out the light, and went back
to bed.

She was peacefully sleeping until she was dumped onto the floor
when her Master's got up. She mentioned a few choice curse words in
several languages she knew. Her Master laughed at her, and playfully
messed up her hair. He entered the P2M2 by himself, and returned
looking as he had before, light scratches and faded scars over his
body. Only an experience eye or the proper light would show them, but
their absence would alert Cologne and Happosai, for one, that they had
changed more then they wish to share at this time. Surprise and
underestimation was their allies.


[Day 3]

Kasumi Tendo had gotten up early, and had headed straight for the
kitchen. She did not truly wish to defy Ranma-kun's wishes. But her
curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she justified herself with
the belief that she was just ensuring that whatever staff Ranma had
hired was on par on what her family needed. And she knew it was a
justification since the food had been even better then her own
cooking, larger portions she did not have the time or resources to
handle, and the house was literally spotless. So she had foregone her
early morning bath to find out what had happened to her beloved
kitchen.

"Kasumi-chan," a soft, yet firm voice called out to her.

Kasumi froze in mid-stride, blushed, and wished she could
disappear. For a fleeting moment, she had thought the voice was her
Mother's, but her body's responses told her it was very masculine.

The voice repeated a bit more sternly, "Kasumi-chan."

She did not wish to turn around, but she knew that was what the
voice wished. And reluctantly she did, and saw Ranma watching her. She
swallowed as some part of her realized that Ranma's facial expression
matched her Mother's would be under a similar situation, which
occurred when she was six.

She felt like she was six again, especially as Ranma echoed her
mothers exact words and tone as he said, "March up to your room, young
lady."

She did as instructed, nervous what was to come, and, surprisedly,
to herself, a bit excited as well. She was not sure why that was, but
she could not deny that she was a bit excited, and that she was
actually looking forward to being punished for her disobedience.

Puzzling, although it did give her a bit on insight to her
excitement, she did not truly hear Ranma's voice, but her Mother's. At
least, until she laid across Ranma's knees, and received her expected
spanking. Then the differences become apparent. For one thing, Ranma
was spanking her covered ass; her Mother would never allow that.
Secondly, Ranma was very obviously male, and her body reacted
accordingly, another surprise for her. She knew it was a biological
fact that Ranma was male, but she had classified him as safe and
"non-sexual," for a lack of a better term.

As Ranma-sama comforted her, he explained why it was important for
her to let go of her /old life/, which she was coming to realize
was, in fact, not really a life at all. That she and her family were
merely going through the motions. She realized why she was excited,
since her mother's death, she and her family lacked a true parental
figure.

Even before, Soun was never a parental figure, so it was not
surprising that he was not up to the task afterwards. Even with the
Saotomes, Genma was not much of a parental figure either, more of a
sensei, and even then, one that did not consider the whole picture.
Nodoka was not around either, nor felt it her place, especially, with
the lack of experience she had.

Now, this mature Ranma could be the parental figure in the
household, and he would take care of everything, she did not have to
anymore. A huge weight was lifted from her shoulders. She knew she had
not done a good job, one need only look to Akane to see that... but
now, it was someone else's Duty.

She giggled to herself as she surprised both herself and Ranma-sama
by giving him a full-body kiss. She knew it was wrong, since he was
married to her imooto-chan, but she could not help herself. Fires were
burning within her, and her hormones, finally released, were out of
control.

Fortunately, or not, depending on whose viewpoint you use, Ranma
knew what was going on with Kasumi, and used his sexcraft to
calm her down without doing anything that Kasumi would regret
later. After making sure that Kasumi was comfortable back in her bed,
he left.



A bit later, Kasumi got again... and for a moment, thought it all a
dream. But her sore ass, and lack of clothing convinced her that it
was not. The blush on her face from that fact would not leave her for
some time. Nor could she go and face her family after what she did. So
she just sat on her bed, wondering what she was going to do.

Which is how Nabiki found her Oneechan.

Kasumi flinched from Nabiki's attempt to hug her. But Nabiki's
strong arms around her prevented her from fleeing as she wished to do.

"I know," Nabiki whispered softly to her Oneechan.

Kasumi steeled herself for her sister's anger when she heard that.

Caressing her sister softly, Nabiki added, "It's okay, Oneechan.
It's perfectly natural."

Kasumi was surprised that Nabiki was taking her attempted rape of
her husband so well. But to call it natural... she shook her head in
denial.

Mentally sighing, Nabiki tried to explain her Master's affect upon
any female, as well as the natural submissiveness of the Tendo
daughters, which they inherited from their father.

It took awhile, but Nabiki got through to her Oneechan, but
realized that her Master was correct that changing Kasumi would
have to be done with firmness and prodding, at least in the beginning,
to get her over the inertia that claimed her since their mother died.

Seeing that Kasumi was taken care of, to a degree, Nabiki
apparitioned to an empty closest, magically dressed herself in her
school uniform, and walked out to her homeroom, just as the tardy bell
rung.



Once finish with the school day, which went by faster now that he
participated, almost taking over several classes with his stories that
imparted more information then the teachers gave out, he headed
towards the room where the Martial Arts Club met. The room was empty,
as his senses had told him, and he took a spot off to the side, where
he awaited the club's arrival.

He was a bit surprised to see that his wait was not long, and that
all the club members where wearing the same outfit. It seemed to be
modeled after his own outfit, black Kung Fu slippers and pants and red
Chinese silk shirt. Only, theirs was more form-fitting, yet would
allow easy of movement, as well as a few panels, showing off cleavage
and thighs. In the two boys' case, the chest panel showed off their
chest, which needed some muscle toning.

He also noted that there was an additional adult with the club.
His sense told him that she was a martial artist of some skill,
between Ukyou and Shampoo's level, and she lacked any ki-skill beyond
simply ki-boosting herself. Even in that, it was very limited.

No one in the club noticed him for several moments, sighing, he
called out, "Line up."

Most of the club, including the two adults, jumped, but complied.

He ran the class, for that is what it was, as he did the previous
time, having everyone go through the first beginner's kata, either to
learn it or to perfect it if they already knew it.

The visitor bulked at first, until he showed her how sloppy her
form was. After which she was silent, but fuming a bit.

A little later, he started to talk of ki and chi, to which the
visitor exclaimed that he was making it up and telling fairy-tales.

While expected, it was still annoying. So he called her up to the
first of the class and told her, "Fine... I will give you a
demonstration then... Attack me."

The visitor looked surprised, especially, as he had folded his arms
over his chest.

Before she could blink, she was on her butt, naked and her throat,
shoulders, elbows, wrists, thighs, groin, chest, knees, and ankles
were sore and bruised. As a female, she was a bit surprised to feel
soreness from her groin, having forgotten that a female had just as
many nerve ending there, just only slightly better protected.

Whispers of awe filled the room; there were also a few giggles to
be heard as well.

Ayano looked up at Ranma, shock clearly on her face. Both at what
had just happened, and the fact that only disappointment at her
behavior was in his eyes. She was a very beautiful woman, naked and at
his mercy at his feet, and yet, the guy only had the look of a teacher
who was disappointed that his student would rather make fun then apply
themselves. His eyes held a wisdom, she had only glimpsed at in
white-haired Masters, and a strength that she had nothing to compare
to. She realized that Reiko was correct about her Master, even
understating him.

Ayano, without thinking, took Ranma's hand that he held out to help
he up. She felt a tingling sensation past through her body as their
hands made contact. All of her soreness was gone. Even the soreness
from an old injury she got in one of her earlier underground fights
was gone.

"That was a merely series of simple ki technique used together,"
Ranma explained. "I don't expect any of you to learn even one of them
for a while... And while ki techniques seem powerful, they are no
different then physical techniques. They, too, have their advantages
and flaws."

"Ki is your personal life-force," he continued. "While Chi is the
life-force of the planet. One's own ki is the easiest to use... For in
truth, ki is the energy one uses to move, to breath, or any activity.
With practice and disciple, one can refine and focus one's ki to
expand one's ki to do... just about anything with it."

Ranma taught a bit more, and then dismissed the class.

Ayano wished to talk to Ranma, or rather, beg him to train her as
he was Reiko, but she was unsure of how to ask as well as his
rejecting her. She did not think she could live with his rejection. So
she followed Reiko into the showers with the others.

Ayano dimly noticed that the two boys in the club where showering
with the girls. She also noticed that no other locker room was open,
so dismissed the boys being there as one of the legendary 'school
budget cuts.' She was tempted to go 'pluck' their cherries, but she
realized that their first times should be special, not just another
conquest, as hers had been.

She did not recognize what clothes Reiko handled to her, no did she
care, but whatever they were, when they got to Reiko's house, they
both stripped completely naked, as if it was the most natural thing in
the world to do.

For the rest of the night, they talked about their lives, Ranma,
and what purpose they had in Life. Before too long, Reiko was able to
convince Ayano that she could have a purpose in Life that she had been
missing, by servicing Ranma no Kami as one of his priestess, as she
and the others did.

Very soon there after, Ayano shaved herself, offered up her body
hair to her new Kami, and dedicated her life as Reiko had.

For the first time, in a very long time, Ayano's sleep was peaceful
and restful.