Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ To Become a God ❯ Enter Dragonis ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer – I tried to buy the rights to Ah! My goddess, and Ranma 1/2, but the current owners refused my generous offer of $2.50 American. Man it sucks to be poor.

Authors Note = Deific classifications, when they are discussed by Dragonis, are in D'n'D terms. To clue in those not in the know I present the following, using the familiar Olympian Pantheon.

Demigod - The weakest deity, anywhere from a few hundred to a few thousand worshipers, they control only a small area of godly influence. In Ranma, this would be Saffron god of the Phoenix, on Olympus, think Nike goddess of victory, or Hercules god of Strength.

Lesser Deity – Thousands to tens of thousands of worshipers, and a bigger area of godly influence. Figure Tyche goddess of luck, Pan god of nature and shepherds, Hestia goddess of health and family, or Demeter goddess of agriculture.

Intermediate Deity – Hundreds of thousands of worshipers, controlling even larger areas of godly influence. Along the lines of Aphrodite goddess of love and beauty, or Apollo god of prophecy, music, and healing. Maybe you've heard of Ares, god of war, killing, and strife.

Greater Deities – Millions of worshipers, commanding the respect of even other deities. Like the kings of the Gods. We're talking the big guns here. Zeus King of Olympus and god of sky, air, storms, fate, and nobility. Athena goddess of wisdom and civilization. Hades god of death, king of the underworld. Hera queen of Olympus and god of marriage, women, and intrigue. Poseidon god of seas, rivers, and earthquakes.

Over Deities – Gods over the gods. So powerful they don't need worshipers. They are all but unknown to mortals. In the Forgotten Realms, that would be Ao. He got tired of certain deities squabbling over areas of godly influence, so he cast them out and locked them into avatar forms to fight it out, winner take all. This was known to the mortals at the Time of Troubles, when magic went haywire and gods walked the lands. Over deities control the Ultimate Force.

With these as my rankings, I'd put Urd and her sisters at intermediate. A god of martial arts would likely be intermediate, as a god of martial arts, protection, and meditation, though Draco did say his training for that was flubbed. Perhaps Greater deity, god of Ki and Chi, life itself? Hmmm, something to think on.


Enter Dragonis

Kuno advanced on Ranma, The dust cleared allowing him to see Ranma curled into the fetal position. The blast had been to much for the ribs injured earlier by Ryoga. “And so it ends, foul sorcerer.” Kuno intoned as he raised his blade high. It flared with energy and he brought it slashing down, victory in his eyes. Energy blasted out of his boken cleanly bisecting Ranma and sending his innards flying about. Odd that his innards were fluffy and white, almost like feathers...

Ranma's left arm encircled both of Kuno's as his right hand clamped down on his shoulder. With a surge of Ki charged strength, Ranma snapped both the kendoists arms in one sharp move. The kendoist let out a howl of agony, only to be silenced by Ranma's follow up head butt knocking him unconscious.

Ranma let his opponent fall before collapsing to his own knees, coughing up blood. Damn, that last blast really did break those cracked ribs. Gotta get back ta the dojo. Need Kasumi. Ranma staggered to his feat, giving one last look to the kendoist who had fallen for his doll replacement trick. He'll live. Polly be good as new in a few days too. Bastard.

Ranma felt his adrenalin ebb as he made his way the last few blocks to the dojo, his vision swam. The world spun. He looked up and saw, only a few houses away, the Tendo dojo. But why so blurry, why two of them, and why were they slowly spinning... around... each other... as the world went... dark. Ranma fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

A figure melted out of the shadows and walked over to the wounded martial artist., taking a knee next to his prone body. The man held out his hand, bathing Ranma with white light.

“Damn, you are a tough son of a bitch aren't you.” Dragonis chuckled to himself. He looked left and right, then lay his hand on Ranma's shoulder, and the shadows swallowed them up as if they had never been. Only the blood on the sidewalk marked that the boy had even been there, and it was soon washed away by one of the random showers so famous in Nerima.

It had been three days since anyone had last seen Ranma. At first nobody had noticed his absence. Sure, Ranma disappearing for a day wasn't all that uncommon. Akane Air had managed to shoot him into other districts before. At two days some of the more sympathetic of his acquaintances, mostly just Kasumi and Ukyo, were mildly worried.

At three days, more people were starting to wonder where he was. Of course those people had their own reasons. Nabiki couldn't make money off him if he wasn't there to exploit, Happosai missed splashing him so he could latch on and absorb higher quantities of Ki, Genma and Soun were annoyed that his absenteeism had ruined a perfectly good plan to get him to wed Akane, and Akane was starting to get worried, not that she'd admit it.

Nabiki was the one who voiced the idea of going to the Amazons for help. After all, they had tracked Ranma all the way to Nerima from China. Obviously, they had a method of locating him. Thus it was that Nabiki, Akane, Genma, Soun, and Ukyo found themselves at the Neko Haten.

“And to what do I owe this visit?” Cologne, matriarch of the Joketsuzoku asked, perched on her gnarled staff. It wasn't everyday the majority of the Nerima Wrecking Crew walked into her Cafe.

“We need to know where Ranma is.” Nabiki said, straightforward.

“Why Mercenary Girl need know where Airen is?” Shampoo piped in from behind the elder.

“Ranma-honey has been missing for three days now. Ever since Akane malleted him during lunch.” Ukyo answered, silencing the two fathers before the could start with a threat from her battle spatula. Akane steamed silently. The pervert deserved it. I go to all the trouble to make him a bento and he won't even try it. That jerk!

“Aiyah, that very bad! Airen could be hurt great-grandmother!” Shampoo exclaimed, thinking about how, if she found him, she could nurse him back to health to show him how much she loved him, then he would announce his love for her and they would return to the village and be happily married. Her thoughts were repeated, unknown to her and with miner differences, by the other fiancés.

“True Shampoo,” Cologne said with a sigh. She very much doubted it. If son-in-law was anything he was tenacious. “but, even if I did know where son-in-law was, why would I tell you.”

“I don't know if you know where Ranma is, But I know you know how to find him.” Nabiki said. “You want to help us find him because together we can bring him back. Separately it is not guaranteed.”

“Hmmm. You make a good point, Ms. Tendo. “ She didn't really think she needed the help, but if she could send these fools to retrieve son-in-law without having to go herself, so much the better. Besides, it was not like son-in-law to disappear for this length of time, and she wanted the whole jumble of NWC out of her restaurant before the dinner rush. “Mr. Part time!” She shouted.

Mousse stepped forward and bowed to the potted plant next to Akane. “Yes, you old bat?”

Cologne bonked him on the head with her staff. “I'm over here, Mousse. Put your glasses back on.” Mousse slipped his thick glasses back on and turned to the Elder. “I need you to retrieve the red jar in my room. On the shelf in the headboard.” Mousse left and returned shortly with the small ceramic container.

“This is how you tracked the boy all the way from China?” Genma asked, confused.

Cologne opened the jar and pulled out a small bone, sharpened on one side, with red string tied around its middle. “This, is attuned to son-in-laws Ki.” she explained, as she unwound the red string, no, hair, from the middle. “It will point in what direction Son-in-law is. Simply follow it's direction and you shall find him.”

With a slight flourish she dropped the bone to dangle at the end of the hair. It spun for a moment, not wildly like one would expect, but in a controlled rotation. Then it stopped. Everyone leaned forward to see where it pointed, only to have it start spinning the other direction.

Cologne frowned. This was not how it was meant to behave. If Ranma was alive, It should have spun until it had discovered his direction, then stopped, pointing the way. If Ranma was dead, it would have behaved normally for a bone on a string.

“What that mean, great-grandmother. It never do that before.”

“Son-in-law is alive, but someplace protected from Ki tracking. Give me an hour.” she stated, hopping out of the room. The gathered members of the NWC decided to have some dinner, and one hour later the aged matriarch returned. “Bad news. I've tried every trick in the Amazon book to track son-in-law. Potions, spells, enchantments, and they all gave the same inconclusive results. Ranma is alive, but shielded from my every attempt. Whoever put up those wards is good, very good.”

Elsewhere, Dragonis sneezed. He looked left and right, then shrugged and went back to his shopping. “Dark chocolate pocky or almond crush? Decisions, decisions.” he mussed, then grabbed both.

Ranma slowly came awake. He felt better than he had in months! He yawned and stretched, scratched himself as guys are want to do in the mornings, then got out of bed. Wait a minute... bed! Since when do I have a bed? Ranma looked around, finally noticing the unfamiliar environment he found himself in.

This wasn't the Tendo house, this place was very western in it's decoration. Polished wood in dark reds and browns, organized, but comfortable. There was a large four-poster bed, a dresser, a night stand, and a lamp. Most importantly, Ranma didn't recognize any of it.

Cautiously, Ranma slipped out of the room, finding himself in a hallway. The pictures on the wall were oil paintings depicting various scenes of beauty from around the world. The hall extended further down his left side, and turned a few feet to his right. Ranma went right.

He found himself on a railed hallway overlooking a large entrance hall. A chandelier hung from the ceiling illuminating a marble floor with a large infinity symbol on it, several more doors, and more paintings. Ranma was so startled by the view that he messed up and actually walked down the stair case instead of vaulting the balcony, running the rail or sliding down it.

He heard noises coming from behind one of the doors leading out of the entrance hall. Sneaking up the wall next to it, he rested his ear against the door. No luck. Their was definitely someone in their, but he couldn't hear what might be going on. He crouched down and tried to look through the crack between the door and the floor, then suddenly, the door swung open. Ranma hopped back to his feet in a defensive stance

“Good, you're finally awake. Come have some food.” Ranma was ready to attack as soon as the door opened, but the man before him didn't radiate any malicious intent. Ranma decided to to have breakfast rather than demand answers. After all, the guy seemed alright. The fact that behind him was a banquet table loaded to the gills with a feast fit for a king had nothing to do with it. Nope. Nothing at all.

Dragonis smirked to himself when Ranma seemed to appear at the table and food started vanishing at a massive rate. He sat down at the head of the table and watched for a few minutes. He could almost see Ranma's energy rise as the food vanished.

“My name is Dragonis. I found you, after your battle with Kuno, and brought you here to recuperate.” Ranma paused eating.

“Dragonis, huh. Thanks fer the help and all, but where am I. “

“You are at my home, still in Nerima. You've been unconscious for a week.”

“A WEEK!” Ranma boggled.

“Yes. You're Ki reserves were damn near empty, you were in a state of great exhaustion, and you were severely wounded. A lesser man would have died.” Dragonis said.

Ranma sat back. He knew he was in a bad way when he passed out, but a week to recover. Damn, that meant he was in worse shape than he thought.

“It's from the increased pace of your life ever since the wedding incident. You haven't had more than three hours uninterrupted sleep in six months. You've been having, by the averages, one fifteen minute battle every two hours for seven months, and you've only been able to let your Ki recover a slight amount between bouts, since you haven't been able to eat regularly.” Dragonis explained.

Ranma hopped back from the table, wielding twin drumsticks like bonbories, instantly on the defensive. This guy knew too much. “How do you know all that?”

“Because I'm a God.” Dragonis said in a matter of fact tone.

“If you want revenge for Saffron...”

“Saffron was a snot nosed brat that needed a good beating. Nicely done by the way.” Dragonis cut him off. “I'm higher on the food chain than that wannabe.” With that, Dragonis released his Ki. A massive black and silver aura that filled the room and gave the distinct impression of getting even bigger.

Ranma felt as though he were drowning in an ocean of Ki. No way could this guy be anything but a god. Next to him, Saffron might as well be an untrained child. Suddenly the massive aura retracted until it was flaring up just outside Dragonis' body, taking the form of a dragon. Ranma sat down. This was incredible. He'd never seen an aura like this, so very powerful, and seemingly with an animalistic intelligence of it's own. Dragonis reined in the rest of his aura, dropping it out of the visual spectrum and masking it.

“Now that my credentials are taken care of, why don't you finish your meal.”

“That was amazing! Can you teach me how to do that?” Ranma asked, retaking his seat at the table.

“Ranma, my boy, that is part of what I'm here to do. I've been reading your file.” Dragonis tossed a huge file onto the table, five inches thick and so heavy that the large, solid oak banquet table shook as it landed. Ranma's eyes went wide.

“That's my life?”

“Of course not. This is just the highlights of the past year. Your life is covered in details back in the heavenly library.” Dragonis paused. How much should he tell the kid. Bah, after everything he'd been through, he could take a large chunk of it. No need to tell all, yet.

“I'm here for several reasons. I'm going to teach you some rare martial arts styles, and help you resolve some of your problems.” Dragonis stated.

“You gonna cure my curse?” Ranma asked hopefully.

“No. I'm not here to step in and fix your life up all perfect like. I'm here to give you advice, and help you along. The biggest problem in your life, the true cause of most of your difficulties, the fiancés, and suitors, Happosai, the amazons, all of it is because of...”

“Baka pops.” Ranma sighed.

“You.” Dragonis said. Ranma's head whipped around and he started to reply indignantly, but Dragonis continued, overrunning his protests. “Specifically your lack of skill in the mental arts and your honor. You hold rigidly to your honor, and allow it to be used against you.”

Again, Ranma tried to protest, but Dragonis wouldn't let him get in a word.

“I'm not saying you should abandon honor, I'm saying you need to work on things from a different angle. Your father engaged you to many girls over the years, and now you can't marry one without dishonoring the Saotome family name and the families of all the fiancés involved. Your father is an honerless thief who causes problems and leaves you to handle the fallout. Any property damage done to the dojo is charged to you and Nabiki blackmails you into doing things you find distasteful.”

“Akane mallets you for perceived perverted acts. Ukyo must kill you or marry you, and pursues you as a trophy to be won rather than a person to love. Shampoo and Cologne poison, drug, or use magic to coerce you to return to china as breeding stock. The Kuno's want you dead, and want to marry you. Your father and Soun Tendo jump down your throat and out your ass whenever you do something that might hinder their ridiculous plans.” Dragonis sighed.

“The problem is not your father. He is but one part of it. The problem is you. You take it all on your own shoulders, hefting a burden that isn't yours to start with. Your honor demands that you put up with it and try not to hurt anybody. Grow the fuck up, Ranma.” Dragonis glared at the pig-tailed martial artist. “No matter what happens, someone is going to get hurt. The Americans have something in their constitution you need to hear. It says 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.'”

“You can only watch out for Your honor Ranma. Let others be responsible for their own.”

“It's not that simple.” Ranma groused. “If I do anything to stop them, I ruin everybody's personal and family honor. Everybody's.”

“Didn't you hear what I just said. Draco damn it! Look, you want to salvage everybody's honor. That's real noble and all, but it isn't possible. You might be able to salvage your honor, the Saotome family honor, and the Anything Goes school's honor, but that's about all.” Dragonis sighed and sat down at the head of the table.

“First, salvage the schools honor. You've been kicking your old mans ass since you were 14. Officially challenge him for the title of master of the Saotome branch. Use Happosai and Cologne as the judges. After you gain the title, immediately challenge Happosai for the title of grandmaster. You beat a god, you can beat the troll. Use Cologne as the witness. She's neutral and she's one of the best martial artists in the world.”

“Once you have the school. Cast out or forbid use of the art to anyone dishonorable who practices. This also gets you out of the Tendo engagement. Cant join the schools if you already head the parent school. After becoming the grandmaster, ask your mother for the title of clan head. I can get you emancipated before the fight and pass on the info to her before the match. She'll still be high on how manly her son is to have achieved grand mastery at such a young age. Once you're head of the clan, pronounce all engagements off, since every engagement after the Tendo agreement was dishonorable as you were already engaged.”

“I... I can't just... I mean...” Ranma sputtered.

“Two challenges and you take care of all your engagements, your father, and Mr. Tendo. Demand Genma make restitution for his many offenses or cast him out of the clan to shield it from his rampant dishonor.”

“Nabiki tries to force you to pay for all the damages to the dojo, refuse. Pay only for the damages you caused. If Akane mallets you through the roof, refuse to pay. She damaged the roof, she can pay for it. Ryoga Shi Shi Hokodans a part of the dojo. Why would you pay for it, he did the damage. She tries to blackmail you, steal her blackmail material, or counter blackmail her. Hell, just ignore her and if she goes through with it, hit her with some pressure points to cause discomfort. She's too used to you caving in, and needs to be made aware that there are consequences to her actions.”

“Then theirs Akane. Why the hell do you take it. Dodge the damn mallet. Catch it in your hand. You realize it's made of anger ki, right. What if she uses it on a normal person and kills them. It isn't right to let her get away with it. While your at it, the next time you see her cuddling p-chan, splash him with warm water. He has no honor. None.”

“I gave him my word of honor that I wouldn't tell anyone his secret.”

“And he's used it to allow him to sully Akane's honor, and yours by association. Or would you call what he does as a pig, and you letting him get away with it, honorable. Besides. You won't be telling Akane, you'll be showing her. Subtle distinction.” Dragonis said heatedly. Ranma seemed to become more thoughtful.

“What about Ukyo. If I become head of the clan, I can call off all the engagements that pop did, but hers he actually took a dowry. I ain't lettin' her kill me, an' I sure ain't marryin' her.”

“As head of the clan you can adopt her into it. Her agreement says she has to become a Saotome, it doesn't actually mention marriage.” Dragonis handed Ranma a copy of the actual contract, signed by both Mr. Kuonji and Genma. If she tries to kill you anyway, defend yourself accordingly. An attack on the head of a wealthy and noble house such as yours can't be tolerated. A nice jail cell is just what she needs. This isn't the revolution, killing for revenge is not legal and has major repercussions.”

“I can't do that to Ucchan!”

“So you will dishonor yourself by allowing her to circumvent the law, and not just some piddly law like 'no jaywalking', a core rule shared by every nation on the planet. No attempted murder. Or will you let her have her revenge, allow her to become a murderer.”

Ranma was silent.

“You have the most options with the Amazons. You can turn in Shampoo for illegal entry into the country, and for attempted murder when she was pursuing your girl form, or have all of them deported for their many, many attempts at poisoning, drugging, or attempting to kill you and attempting to kidnap you. Not to mention attempted rape.” Ranma again looked shocked to his core. “What else would you call drugging you up and attempting to take you by force against your will?” Ranma's mouth snapped shut. “As for the Kuno's... they have much wealth and power in this district. Enough to be considered untouchable. They're delusional. Use it.”

Ranma sat in deep, troubled thought. Could he do all that. Could he bring himself to go through with such a cold plan. Everything else he had tried had failed. He knew he wouldn't be getting out of it, short of going ronin. But this cold, calculated plan could do the trick. If he had the stomach for it. This would take some thought. He would mull it over later.

“You mentioned teaching me rare techniques and somethin' 'bout mental arts?”

“Oh yes!' Dragonis sat up, happy to discuss something brighter. “Lets start with the mental arts. Skills and techniques so powerful that they can end a fight in your favor before it even begins. Render opponents impotent for all time, without actually harming them. Genma, as I'm sure you noticed, is a fool. He made sure you would not know the mental arts so that he could use his own meager skills at them to control you. They are a key component of the powerful martial arts techniques I'm going to show you”

“What are they?” Ranma asked, it seemed as if these “mental arts” were powerful indeed.

“Are you sure you're up to this. Learning these skills is not for the faint of heart, and I'll require you to give your word of honor to train them to your max and not give up. It will be dangerous. If you fail to learn these techniques, the consequences could be disastrous.

“I give my word of honor that I will master the mental arts, sensei.” Ranma stated, his confidence in his abilities clear in his voice. I'll master these techniques, I'm the best!

“Very well. The mental arts are many, and varied in nature. The crux of their power is... knowledge.” Dragonis finished in all seriousness.

“Huh?” Ranma was lost. This sounded suspiciously like his mom talking about grades in school.

“These are the skills of manipulation. Taking in everything around you and adding it to your knowledge. True masters of the art know a little about everything. High knowledge of math to know probabilities. Fluent knowledge of many languages so that secrets are harder to keep from you. Firm grasp of geography to allow you a greater variety of escape, and attack routs. Wider variety for you to pick where a fight will happen.”

“Social knowledge, so that you know what people want from the slightest of hints. Knowing how to interest them in doing what you want them to do. Business knowledge, so that you know how to hit an opponent where it hurts the most, their bank account. Without funding, an enemy can not get new weapons, medical treatment, or food. These are the skills you need. Luckily, you have not one, but two masters living with you.”

“Who?” I have masters of the mental arts living with me! How could I fail to notice someone with skills such as these? Although... “Nabiki. She's one of the masters yer talkin' 'bout, right.”

“Indeed. She has great skill in Business and social styles. It is how she can manipulate the entire school, and you, with such apparent ease. She is untouchable to any of you, because she employs these mental arts. Have you ever seen her actually get into a fight. How many times has she defeated you with her keen skills in the social arts, maneuvering you into a corner where you must do as she wants?”

“I can't believe it. A master under the same roof as me, an' I totally missed it.” Ranma said, disgruntled.

“Her skill is great. But it is dwarfed by the other master. So great is her skill that to attack her is unconscionable to most everyone who encounters her. A frown is enough to end any resistance to her. She is so powerful, even Nabiki bends to her will, and all without anyone noticing her skill.”

“I'm sure I'd notice someone capable of besting Nabiki in these, mental arts.” Ranma new Dragonis had to have made a mistake.

“Kasumi.” One word. One name. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. It was true. All of it. These mental arts were truly awesome in their scope and capabilities.

Ranma was a certifiable martial arts genius, capable of mastering new skills and styles in weeks rather than the decades others needed . Had he been allowed to develop normally, the martial artist could have easily been a genius in anything and everything he applied himself to. Instead, he had been denied by Genma anything resembling a normal life, traumatized, beaten and forced to concentrate with unwavering focus on the martial arts.

But now that Ranma had a reason, now that Dragonis had challenged him to learn, slowly that genius level intellect would begin to assert itself in every area of his life, seeking out knowledge, learning these illusive mental arts. He couldn't possibly change overnight, but it had started, and Nerima had no idea what it was in for.

“I want you to watch, and learn. School is fine and dandy, for learning the basics. But if you want to become a force to be reckoned with, you need more than that weak source. Watch the two masters. Commit their skills to memory as you would any martial arts technique. Master this.”

“Hai, sensei.” Ranma had found motivation.

“Now, as to the martial arts training, you practice Anything Goes. Using it's techniques you mold other styles together, taking their strengths and using them to fix the weaknesses in other styles. Have you ever wondered why it is your style is so good at doing that?”

“That's just what my style is. It's the core of the school.”

“Not quite. Those core techniques are the school. Everything else is lifted from other styles.” Dragonis paused, drinking some tea as he put together what he was going to say. “Ok, what would you say if Kami-sama himself decided to take his own style, the ultimate martial arts style in existence, and give it to the mortals.”

“But it was too large, to all encompassing. So he broke it apart into many different styles and spread them about. Over time these styles were adjusted by mortals and they developed weaknesses they didn't have originally, but became easier to learn.”

“That would be cool. I'd try to learn them all, and reassemble Kami-sama's style.” Ranma said, excited at the prospect.

“Right, but you would need the key. The part that allows the styles to fit together properly.”

“Huh?” Ranma scratched the back of his neck in confusion.

“Think of it like this. The best craftsman in the world created the ultimate work of art, a large, and ornate mirror. Then he dropped it. The mirror shattered into hundreds of pieces, but the frame remained intact. The frame is the key to reassembling the mirror. You take the pieces of broken glass, scattered around the room, clean them up, and place them back in the frame, like a jigsaw puzzle.”

“When the whole thing is reassembled, it repairs itself, and becomes whole again. The craftsman was Kami-sama. The mirror was his martial arts style. The room was the world, the glass shards were different parts of his style becoming their own styles, and the frame... is Anything Goes.” Dragonis paused to let Ranma work through that. “You aren't adapting a style to incorporate it into your own. Your cleaning off a shard of the mirror and placing it back in the frame.”

“Your saying, I'm already practicing Kami-samas's style!” Ranma was really excited now.

“Not completely. You've assembled most of it, but there is still much to learn. Several styles have been lost to time, some can only be found on other worlds, and some are both. Lost to time on an alien world.”

“What? Like, E.T.”

“Not quite. Kami-samas style includes magic, martial arts, weapon use, and ki and chi manipulation. Some of the things you've learned are but small parts of the original. One of the styles lost to time is the Shukuchi, a technique that allows the user to move at beyond godlike speed. The only remnant of it left is the Kachû Tenshin Amagurikan.”

“Another style lost in time was a weapons style, the Hiten Mitsurugi style of swordsmanship. The last master never passed it on. The Elemental Bending techniques that combined Ki and Chi were lost long ago when the four kingdoms that practiced it were banished during a war against the wielder of one of the top five most powerful magic items in existence, the Ginzuishô. That person then founded the Moon Kingdom. The most powerful magic techniques were lost several millennia ago when the Moon Kingdom fell. The technique known as the Wings of the Lighthawk combines ki, Chi, and magic and is practiced only on an alien planet known as Jurai.

“In short, you got a lot to learn, my young friend. And I'm here to teach you.”

“When do I start?” Ranma had been getting depressed that it seemed he would not be learning these techniques since they were lost, but now that Dragonis had said he could learn them, he couldn't wait.

“How about tomorrow. After all. You've been gone for a week. I'm sure that your usual problems have grown.”

“Crap. Yer probably right.” Ranma deflated. “I'm gonna be in so much trouble.”

“Why. You aren't responsible for everyone else's actions. Akane malleted you, Ryoga and Kuno injured you. I whisked you away, and you were unconscious for a week. Screw 'em.” Dragonis said with finality. “You want to learn how to win every unimportant argument, Ranma? If they try to pull their shit, just say, 'yeah, but can you kick my ass.”

Ranma chuckled. I think I'm gonna like my new sensei.

To be Continued...