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[Day 3]

Ranma felt Nabiki teleport into the room where the Martial Arts
Club had met in. He could feel the smirk on her face, as she had
noticed the uniforms the club had adopted. To which, he
growled, "Not one word, Nabs-chan."

"Oh? And what could I possibly say, O Wonderful and Caring Master
of Mine?" Nabiki remarked with humor in her voice. "That they haven't
already shown you."

Ranma shook his head. Only with her enhanced hearing did Nabiki
hear him mutter, "Bakas, all of them."

Seeing the funk her Master was in, Nabiki stated formally, "It's
time."

Nodding his head, Ranma took his wife's hand, and they teleported
together to just outside a shrine in downtown Tokyo. It was a typical
shrine, unremarkable, save that it was as close to the center of Tokyo
as one could get.

With a wave of her hand, Nabiki was in her sorceress outfit and
Ranma was in his Unsui robes. Holding hands, the two walked in, noting
the powerful anti-evil wards and other protection the shrine had.

They were a bit early, but there was a crowd already there. The
crowd was a mix of priests, devil hunters, magic-users, mikos, and
martial artists. There was no mingling among them, save frowns and
disapproving looks threw around.

Ranma shook his head, he knew this would be difficult, but it had
to be done. He calmly walked up to the front of the room, where a
large, empty table sat. With his back to the crowd, facing the table,
he bowed his head, and began to chant in a whispered voice.

At first, no one noticed Ranma... that was until everyone began to
feel the power, none knew what spell or ritual he was performing, and
a few tried to stop him, but they were prevented from doing so by
Nabiki and her magic.

The crowd watched in puzzlement as a gentle breeze moved through
the room, cooling it off, and gathering dirt onto the table. A cloud
of dirt seemed to settle over the entire area of the table. After a
few moments, a miniature thunderstorm with lightening formed and also
settled over the entire area of the table. Neither dirt, lightning,
nor rain left the table.

Ranma, still chanting, walked completely around the table, and then
moved to the other side, thus allowing him to face the crowd. The
crowd gasped as they saw that Ranma's eyes were thunderstorms.

"Is that suppose to impression, child?" one of the Temple Masters
scuffed.

"No, old man," Ranma replied sarcastically, "It's so you don't get
lost."

A few laughed, thinking it was a joke, but then they looked again
at the table, an exact replica of Tokyo and the surrounding lands
stood on the table. The map seemed to be alive with activities;
miniature airplanes, trucks and even very small people could be seen
moving within the model.

As the crowd looked on in silent awe, yellow lines appeared running
parallel to the ground, several patches of mist of various colors
appeared as well, pools of transparent-solid colors also formed.

As each people in the crowd concentrated on the map, they could see
themselves within the map, covered with mist for magic and
transparent-solid color shading for chi/ki, as well as their
respective homes.

In the Juuban Ward, a silver mist still hung there, although less
concentrated then yesterday, nor reaching its borders.

Patiently, Ranma explained that the map was an actual metaphysical,
real-time representation of the Tokyo area, with mist denoting magic,
and transparent-solid shading was chi/ki. Its color indicating what
type of what it was, and its tone indicated its relative, active
strength. He explained that the yellow lines were the Dragonlines.

Several exclamations of impossible, legends, and the like were
raised, as well as, a few sounds of puzzlement could be heard as well.

"Just so we all know," Ranma's voice cut through all the
exclamations, silencing everyone. "Chi is the life-force of our World.
Just as the easiest way for ki to follow through one's body is through
the bloodstreams, so Chi flows through the Dragonlines, our World's
bloodstreams."

"Then why is there bits of silver mist in some of the Dragonlines
in Juuban," one of the martial artists asked. His statement brought
another round of gasped from the crowd. With everyone look towards
Juuban, the map focused and zoomed there, showing only Juuban,
magnified.

Ranma sighed and said, "That is part of why we are all here."

Nabiki smirked and a few of the mikos giggled. Several of the
priests frowned at Nabiki's outfit, but Ranma's voice brought
everyone's attention to him.

"In the Olden Days," Ranma began. "The various devil hunter clans,
magic-users, and priests were organized under the Emperor, for the
most part. Lacking Emperor's involvement, for various reasons, under
the Shogun of the time as well. Since the Meiji Restoration, this
organization, for various reasons, has broken down to what it is
now...." He paused, and spate out the words, "practically nothing."

Several of the elderly priests nodded their heads; while Ranma's
chronological peers were looking confused.

"This is unacceptable," Ranma stated firmly. He pointed to several
moving black mists, the silver mist, and other points on the map. "As
you can see, our World is endanger! Demons walks our roads, unnatural
magic had until yesterday imprisoned an entire ward and infect the
very Dragonlines themselves."

One bright devil hunter stated, "You mean to re-organize us, with
you at the top."

"I mean to restore the original organization," Ranma answered the
accusation. "Including being under the Emperor, or his designated
Shogun. Or whoever the Heavens appoint."

"The Americans will not approve," one of the elderly priests
bemoaned.

Ranma eyes narrowed and calmly stated, "I am not talking about
civil authority as the Americans fear... I am talking about spiritual
authority that the Jade Emperor gave to the descendants of Jimmu
Tenno. It's purely dealing with our religions and spirituality,
something the Americans can understand and respect."

With a small laugh, he added, "Of course, at present time, Akihito
Tenno-dono is very busy, so we will help him by reforming the
organization of his honored great-grandfather. Afterwards, He may
reorganize us as need be."

Several of those present laughed as well, others did not, and a man
in a robe frowned but then shrugged.

Ranma explained the old organization, and were the current clans,
shrines, and Temples fit in. He explained who would cover what, when,
as well as how to get assistance and some basic emergency procedures.

Eventually, someone got around to talking the big question, "And
just who the heck are you?"

Ranma looked a bit panicked and fearful, but before he could
answer, Nabiki did it for him, saying, "He's Onikirimaru Battousai!"

Ranma shot her a disapproving look, but Nabiki just smirked at him.

The priest that had accompanied him and Nabiki to the shrine
yesterday stated, "He is... I have seen in action... It's amazing."

The man in the robe looked on in interest, he whispered to himself,
"Battousai?!"

One of the martial artists smirked and said, "If you're Onikirimaru
Battousai then, where's your sword?"

Unable to help himself, Ranma smirked, and pulled Onikirimaru from
his subspace storage pocket, and drew it out of its sheath.

Several of the more sensitive took several steps back, while the
rest just look on in wonder. All could feel that the sword in Ranma's
hand was not an ordinary sword. Those that could recognize it as such
realized that Onikirimaru was, in fact, a whole Ogre's horn in the
shape of a sword's blade.

Ranma quickly put it away, and stated, "Yes, I am Onikirimaru
Battousai. I also have several other names... But basically, I answer
to Ranma, for the most part."

A few murmurs went through the crowd.

"Ranma what?" someone asked a bit defensively. Another accused him,
"Are you a ronin?"

Ranma's eyes narrowed and stated calmly, "No, I am not a ronin. My
full name is Ranma Saotome, of the Rando Ryu, of the Hosuseri Clan."

Silence met Ranma's pronouncement. The guy in the robe had a smirk
on his face, and nodded his head as he realized all the puzzle-pieces
fell into place.

The silence did not last gone. Accusations of Genma's crimes were
huddled out by many. The fact that Genma had promised to have
his son, Ranma, marry many of the Temple Master's daughters or Dojo
Master's daughters come to light and just added to the mayhem.

Ranma sighed. He put a bit of ki into his voice as said, "ENOUGH!"

There was lightning once more were Ranma's eyes should have been,
and his ki aura was visible to even the most unsensitive in the crowd.
He spoke in a calm, firm voice, "Yes, Genma Saotome is my father. Yes,
he stole many things from many people, some of who are in this very
room now. But! What my father stole, he, eventually, returned or
replaced as best he could. If you're missing an old scroll, look for a
newer one that's in the same room, but different spot. If he stole
food, you should have found some money there in place of it, or within
the week of the /theft/. My father had some weird ideas what
constituted martial arts training. As for any engagements, none of the
engagements about joining families are valid. Until recently, my
grandfather was Head of our House, after his passing, my mother
assumed that role as my regent until I came of age, which occurred
recently. Genma married into the Family, joining the Saitou House to
the Hiruma House to form the Saotome House."

The crowd quieted down, not from Ranma's words, but that he looked
like one of the Celestial Dragons, who had just called a lizard
by some ignorant peasant, who would be tasty with ketchup.

Nabiki smirked. Whether her Master realized it or not, he had just
elected himself as the organization leader. Which was for the best, he
was the most experienced one there, and she knew, it was His Destiny,
with a capital 'D,' to rule, even if her Master did not wish to be
bothered with such mundane things as power and social standing.

Before anyone could leave, Ranma got their personal pledge from
each, to fully support the efforts and to fully participate. Soon, all
that were left were: Ranma, Nabiki, and the guy in the robe.

The guy in the robe clapped his hands in applause and said,
"Congratulations, Saotome-dono. You are off to a very good start. The
Emperor will be pleased."

Ranma looked at the guy and calmly asked, "And which emperor would
that be? Akihito Tenno-dono or... the Jade Emperor?"

The guy in the robe smiled and nodded, "Both, actually." With that,
the kami used both chi and mana, and yet neither, to fade from view.

Ranma stared at where the kami had stood, smirked, and whispered,
"Hmmm... Will have to learn that technique."

Nabiki giggled uncontrollably until her Master pulled her into His
strong arms, and held her close. She whispered, "Only you when faced
with a honest-to-Kami-sama kami, would only think about trying to
learn their techniques, and not the implication of said meeting."

Ranma just blinked in confusion, he did not see any problems. He
saw that the kami had left an envelope behind, that was addressed to
"Ranma no Kami," and it seemed to be calling to him. So he used the
Force to bring it to him. Right now, his wife needed him, so he would
read it later.



After school, Usagi, Ami, and Makoto headed to the Arcade center to
meet up with Rei, and compare notes. Along the way, they spotted a
minor youma, so weak it did not register on the Mercury Computer, but
obviously strong enough to cause a bit of property damage.

Before they could transform and deal with the youma, a red and
black blur seem to jump at the youma, and passed through it.

The blur came to a stop behind the youma, and revealed itself to be
an older girl, around sixteen years old or so, wearing a red Chinese
dress with black dragons appearing on the dress, crunching down.

Ami found herself blushing as she noticed that the dress did not
cover much, and what was covered, was hugged tightly. The girl,
whoever she was, was obviously very healthy and talented.

Makoto noticed that in the girl's hand was a drawn sword, which as
she got out of her crunch, she returned to the sword's sheath on her
back. The girl turned after to face the youma, and smirked.

Usagi noted that the youma was unaffected and the girl was
defenseless, so she reached for her broach, unmindful that everyone
would soon learn her secret identity. Only, the youma turned towards
the girl to attack her, only to turn to dust instead.

The devil hunter, for that was what she was, nodded her head and
walked over dust pile. There, she seemly prayed and placed a
prayer-scroll over the dust pile. The prayer-scroll seemed to absorb
the dust, and then turned to dust itself. The dust from the
prayer-scroll was taken up by a wind that affected only the dust
itself.

With that, the devil hunter leapt into the air and disappeared
before the untransformed Senshi could ask her any questions.

Confused, Usagi asked her friends, "What was that?"

"How dumb can you be, Dumpling-head," Rei's voice answered. Rei,
herself, was behind them, and had come upon them while they were
watching the youma and devil hunter. "That was a devil hunter taking
care of a youma."

"That's our job," Usagi exclaimed unhappily.

Rei's eyes widen in surprise, "Don't be silly, Usagi-chan. The
Sailor Senshi are too important to waste our time on run-of-the-mill
youmas. We need to concentrate on the Dark Kingdom, stop them at their
source, and everything will be okay."

Usagi and the others just stared at Rei. Obviously, she knew that
there was more going on and had not shared with them.

Rei sighed as she saw she had shocked her friends. She thought they
knew. She motioned for them to walk with her, so they would not be
just standing in the street. As they walked towards the Arcade, Rei
added, "Look guys, Juuban has been known for its high level of magical
activities since the beginning of the Meiji Restoration, just as
Nerima is known for its Martial Artists. Besides, the Dark Kingdom is
not the only source of youma in the world... It's just that those that
come from the Dark Kingdom are more powerful then the others, which
are, in truth, just nuisances. The true danger is the Dark Kingdom...
You heard what Luna said about them."

With that, the four friends lost themselves playing various arcade
games.



After playing several games, Usagi and her friends went to the ice
cream shop, over Rei's objections, stating diets and other such
reasons. But she ordered the same as Ami and Makoto, while Usagi order
more then her three friends' combined.

While they were eating their ice creams, another youma appeared,
stronger then the ones they had faced. Again, before they could
transform, a blue blur jumped at the youma and moved passed it. The
blue blur resolved into a young man, around eighteen years in age,
holding a Naginata, resting in his arms.

Makoto whispered in a sad voice, "Sempai."

Having heard Makoto's bemoaning of her lost 'Sempai,' the three
other girls ignored her, but they too could not help checking out the
male devil hunter, who was very fit and healthy. Usagi compared him to
Mamoru. The devil hunter was, obviously, in better shape.



Ranma and Nabiki returned home, via teleportation. Nabiki waved her
hand, and their clothing changed again. This time, Ranma was wearing
his usual outfit, although, it was a bit more form-fitting, and
Nabiki's outfit was a tight, small tee-shirt, and tight, small
short-shorts. The outfit showed off Nabiki's cleavage, hips, and legs
very well.

Ranma saw his wife's outfit, just grin, and said, "Show-off."

"Yep," was her reply. "If you got it, flaunt it!"

As they walked into the Tendo compound they both felt it.

Ranma signed and said, "Hello, Shampoo."