Hi everybody :)

This is the prologue and first chapter for a Ranma 1/2 crossover with Ruroni Kenshin. It has got a bit of humor and a bit of violence (Kenshin isn't exactly a happy-go-lucky comedy) so consider yourself warned.

In any case, this is the collective work of a trio of authors, and the first fanfiction work for two of those, so C&C is most assuredly welcome.

Kahm

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Champion of the Era
a Ranma 1/2 /Rurouni Kenshin crossover


PROLOGUE

    Whatever pain the man had experienced before paled in
comparison to what was coursing through his body now. Every
breath burned his lungs with a taste of sulfur and the choking
odor of smoke. Every breath brought agony to his chest, as if he
had been stabbed with a jagged tool dipped in acid. His whole
body felt like it had been sliced, cut, and sawed. Shouldn't he be
bleeding? Why was there no blood?


    "Wh...where am I?"


    He realized his eyes were closed. Funny how he never
noticed that before. With a great he forced his eyes open. The
blue of the sky was oppressive and unnatural. A haze of gray
smoke that had the stench of sulfur and rotting meat, obscured
the landscape. As he wrenched his gaze away from the disturbing
spectacle he was chilled to the bone, an unpleasant sensation that
in no way relieved the intense pain he felt. He was standing
amidst a landscape of bones. Human bones.

    Where was he? How did he get here? Who was he?

    He closed his eyes again and took deep breaths,
forgetting for a moment the pain it would cause him. The pain
helped though, it allowed him to calm himself He concentrated,
trying to remember the last thing he had done before finding
himself here.

    "YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO ON TRIAL! YOU CAN'T
KEEP ME HERE! HIS MESSAGE MUST BE HEARD!"

    How long had he screamed his demand to be heard?
They were going to hide him here, never acknowledging what he
had been a part of, never acknowledging the Kuni Tori. They
would deny all that the Kuni Tori had almost accomplished.
They would force him to betray everything his master had stood
for, what the revolution would have created.

    These bastards were relentless in their demands. They
came to him incessantly with offers of money, power, and
authority in the government of Meiji. They were confident that
he would give in to their demands, and why should they not be?
They had time on their side. He was powerless.

    The strong feed on the weak?  He knew that the Meiji
were weak, yet he was the one who was at their mercy. Still.
maybe there was a way for him to be strong. If his life was going
to give them what they wanted, would not true strength come
from denying the Meiji what they were after, no matter what he
had to do?

    He could do this, defy their base ambitions, show
strength through sacrifice and deny them what they wanted most.
What was there to use, a piece of glass, broken pottery? It wasn't
very sharp; the cut would be slow, imprecise. His death would be
slow, painful. It didn't matter.

    The first cut had been harsh and crude, it bludgeoned
it's way through the skin, more like a hammer than a blade. He
forced his hand to keep moving the tool through layers of flesh
until it tore at his jugular. He screamed throughout the whole
exercise, the guards didn't care. He had been ranting at them for
weeks and they ignored any sounds he made. He welcomed their
indifference.

    The pain was unrelenting. He had heard that death
brought forth a pure white light to one whose time had come. All
he could see was blackness. No warmth, no comfort, just shadow
and things hidden. How appropriate for him, to die as he
lived..

    His name was Sadojima Houji. He remembered
everything as he opened his eyes in confusion. "This is," he
spoke, "... I thought I had died, but this is..." He had to have
died. How had he failed? The pain wouldn't stop. Where was the
blood? He had bled. The blood had been everywhere. Where
was it now?

    "Your in Hell, naturally," said a powerful voice.

    Turning quickly he saw two figures. One was a woman
of rare and delicate beauty wearing an off
the shoulder kimono. Her name was Komagata Yumi.

    She was not important. Houji was looking only at the
man beside her.  He was wrapped in bandages from head to foot,
looking more like a mummy than anything else. The figures eyes
held memories of tortures and struggles that would have
destroyed almost any other man.. Despite the wrappings, the
figure moved with confidence and power. He showed no sign of
any weakness in his actions.

    The joy Houji felt could not be expressed in words. All
he could do is exclaim "Shishio-sama!" His master was here!

    "See, I told you he'd follow us here eventually," said
Yumi.

    "What are you waiting for Houji? Come on, let's go,"
demanded Shishio.

    "L...let's go? Where are we going?" asked a still
shocked Houji.

    "We have to begin our Kuni Tori against Enma, the
ruler of Hell," explained Shishio.

"Usui's gotta be somewhere around here," murmured a
happy Yumi, "Why don't you let him really join our group?"

"I suppose," said Shishio. "Hey Houji, Don't just stand
there. Move it! I promised you'd be the first one to taste victory
at my side."

    "Yes, I've come home!" shouted Houji.

    As the three of them walked off Shishio spoke "The era
sided with the Battousai. That's why I lost the battle, but now
there's nothing but a demon in my way. So this time there will be
NOTHING to stand in our way."

    Shishio than began to laugh, full, hearty, confident. He
would rule Hell. The strong feed on the weak, and here he was
the strongest.

END PROLOGUE



CHAPTER ONE

Nerima, present day

Furinkan High School, 8:15 AM


Many teachers at Furinkan High School were mocked
by the student body. With the general chaos that afflicted the
school grounds it took a special kind of teacher to survive the
distractions and still have hope that the students leave with more
information at the end of the day than when they started.
Watanabe-sensei had been a history teacher for over 15 years,
and, generally, he truly enjoyed teaching. It gave him a deep
sense of fulfillment to be able to show his students how events in
the past influenced the events of today.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ."

Then there was his Monday morning history class with
Ranma Saotome. Before this semester, Watanabe had a full head
of jet black hair. Now, however, his scalp was peppered with
white streaks and he suspected that he was starting to develop
bald spots. If it took a special teacher to deal with Furinkan's
stress on a general level, then Watanabe suspected that it would
take a truly inhuman creature to be able to deal with the
personification of chaos that was Ranma. Not only did the boy
ignore his schoolwork, he was, is, and probably always will be a
focus for attracting trouble.

There was that Chinese girl with purple hair who, on a
regular basis, burst through the classroom wall demanding a date
from Ranma. Watanabe was never really sure why she just didn't
use the door.

There was the stockily built fanged kid with the
umbrella who kept turning up at the oddest moments.

There was some kind of cat spirit that caused REALLY
strange behavior in Ranma until Tendou Akane let him rest in her
lap for a while.

And who can forget the fact that the boy was sometimes
a girl, something that Watanabe had never really managed to
figure out.

Forget it, trying to list all of these things would take
years.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ<snort>ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
ZZZZZ."

Tendou Akane sat across the room from her innazuke,
red faced with embarrassment and trying valiantly to hide her face
in her textbook. "Wake up you baka!" thought Akane. It was bad
enough that Ranma was sleeping in class, but did he have to be
so loud about it?

Akane's friends Sayuri and Yuka were whispering to
Akane while Watanabe-sensei was busy frowning at Ranma.

"Why does Ranma fall asleep so much Akane?" queried
Yuka.

"How should I know? It's not my problem. Maybe if his
father let him sleep in the mornings instead of waking him up at
5:00 AM for sparring."

"You must have some idea, He is your iinazuke,"
answered Sayuri.

"That wasn't my idea!"

"Maybe Akane's wearing him out. They have been
engaged for a long time now," giggled Yuka.

"That's not true and stop saying things like that!"
pleaded Akane as she looked around to make sure no one else
heard Yuka's joke. When people heard things like that, rumors
tended to breed faster than punches from Ranma's amiguriken
attack.

Watanabe Sensei had been trying to teach Ranma for
several months now, despite Saotome's frequent naps. Asking
Ranma to wake up never worked, loud noises were ignored, and
pouring water on Saotome was out of the question.  With great
dignity, the recently graying teacher walked behind his desk and
opened his bottom drawer.

To teach at Furinkan, you had to be able to gain the
students' respect. Watanabe had managed this by using an
unusual tactic. Following the credo "If you can't beat them, join
them" he had joined the ranks of the many legends of Furinkan
high. There were too many stories about Ranma to be able to
count them. There were the tales of Tendou Akane's infamous
lack of culinary skills. Epics had been written on how dense Kuno
Tatewaki was. There was Tendou Nabiki, whom nobody wanted
to guess how much she knew or could find out.

A recent addition to these stories was the chalk brush of
Watanabe. In the past few months the students of Monday
morning history had become convinced that Watanabe had come
across a chalk brush that was designed for one purpose: to hit
Saotome Ranma. Many believed this because Wantanabe never
used THIS brush to clean the chalkboard. It was always kept in
the lower drawer of his desk and was never brought out for any
other reason.

When this brush was brought out, Watanabe would
walk around the class until he found a different spot. Once an
area was found, Watanabe would throw the brush and with
unerring accuracy find Ranma and coat him in a multicolored
layer of chalk dust.

Today, Watanabe stepped out of the classroom, chalk
brush in hand. He wet his finger to test the direction of the air
currents. He looked to make sure the insane principal was not
around. He looked to see if his students were watching him.
Everyone was watching him except for Ranma who was asleep,
and Akane who was watching Ranma and holding her head as if
she had a headache.

Daisuke mused aloud "Man, Watanabe Sensei is getting
cocky."

Akane just kept shaking her head with one thought
going through her mind: "Why does that baka go through this
every week?"

Watanabe turned his back to the class, than looked over
his shoulder at Ranma. Turning his head back so that he could
not see Ranma, Watanabe casually flicked his wrist and sent the
brush sailing over his left shoulder. Small 'ooohhs' and 'aahhhs'
escaped from the class, since Watanabe had never tried a
backhand throw before.

The brush arced gracefully over the heads of the
students before homing in on Saotome, a great cloud of chalk
dust exploding around him on contact. The people around Ranma
knew enough to get away from the vicinity before impact.

"Gaaaahhh<cough><hack>what, HUH?" said a very
dusty and confused Ranma Saotome. His usual outfit of red and
black was now covered in yellow, pink, green, and neon blue
chalk dust.

"Well Mr. Saotome, now that you have demonstrated to
the class what animal noises you can make, would you be so kind
as to repeat what I was talking about?" said Watanabe Sensei in
his most imperious voice.

"Ahhh, well, that is..." mumbled Ranma intelligently.

"Never mind Saotome. Just grab your usual buckets,
stand in the hallway, and I will speak to you after class."
Watanabe paused, watching Ranma as he made his way to the
corner of the room. "I said YOUR usual buckets Saotome. Leave
those in the corner, and take your special ones.

Ranma had been reaching for the unmarked gray
buckets that everyone else used when they were being made to
stand in the hallway. Watanabe had long since decided that if
Ranma insisted on being comatose in class, then he deserved
'special' treatment.

In the northeast corner of the class were two huge
buckets. Each had a volume level somewhere over 8 gallons. One
was bright pink, decorated with hearts, bows, and cute animals.
The other was lemon yellow and had glittering drawings of
magical girl anime characters. Both had Ranma's name on them in
English, Kanji, and Korean. The buckets were full of some kind
of sand since Watanabe didn't want to take the chance of Ranma
being dowsed if he dropped them.

Ranma hated these things. He always thought it was
unfair that he was singled out like this. On the plus side he had to
admit that Watanabe's punishments were having a beneficial
effect on his history mark. Ranma was on the verge of getting a
C- this semester.

Akane looked on, shaking her head. "What an idiot,"
she muttered to herself.

Watanabe had a small smile on his face as Saotome
walked out to the hall, balancing his personal buckets. The class
clapped as he picked up the chalk brush and deposited it back
into the bottom drawer of his desk. He figured that if Ranma was
going to do this to him all the time, that he should be able to have
some fun with it.

Many of Watanabe's fellow teachers had made inquiries
about this chalk brush. Some wanted to know if they could get
one just like it. Others offered to rent the brush out during their
classes. Students had tried to rent it as well. Some students had
even tried to steal it. Watanabe still had fond memories of the
Chem Club members breaking into his desk only to find
themselves all powdered to within an inch of their lives. They
never even got a clear look at the brush when they opened the
drawer.

Watanabe just smiled his mysterious smile and denied all
requests for use of the brush.


***

Lunchtime

Ranma is sitting with his friends Daisuke and Hiroshi,
around one of the tables in the cafeteria, casually destroying his
Kasumi-made bento with his usual gusto.

"Man," laughed Daisuke, "Watanabe-sensei really had it
in for you today."

Ranma paused from inhaling his rice. "Ahhh... He'll get
over it." He eyed his friend, hoping fervently that Daisuke would
get the hint and drop the subject. He was having a bad enough
day without everyone bringing that up again.

What was it about that stupid brush? No matter what
Ranma did, the stupid thing always hit him. He had even
pretended to be asleep sometimes just so that he could show he
could stop it from hitting him. It never worked. No matter how
much he dodged, blocked, jumped or whatever, it always hit him
somehow. One time he could have sworn that the brush had split
into three, but no one believed him when he said that.

Ranma used to think history was boring. Now he was
having nightmares about a giant chalk brush lecturing him about
different historical periods.

"I dunno, Ranma," said a skeptical Hiroshi, "This is the
third time in less than a week that you slept during his class."

Footsteps from behind the group, then a familiar voice.
A familiar and currently somewhat cranky voice. "Honestly
Ranma, do you have to be so embarrassing?" said a disgusted
Akane.

Ranma would have sighed if he didn't believe it would
earn him a firm malleting. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out
of bed in the morning. "It ain't my fault Akane. How does
Watanabe expect me to stay awake when he teaches such useless
stuff? It ain't like it really means anything to me." He tossed his
chopsticks off to the side, very sure in the fact that he would find
little peace in order to finish his lunch.

"How can you say that Ranma?!" declared Akane,
planting her hands on her hips. "It's important to know things that
happened before we were here."

"I'm a martial artist. If it don't help me punch better,
kick higher, or move better it ain't any good ta me. What do I
care about what happened before I got here? It happened already
and I say it ain't important."

"Only a baka like you would say something like that!
Baka!" shouted Akane.


****


Two members of the audience that the loving couple
had collected caught each other's eye and nodded once. Slipping
easily through the crowd, they converged on Nabiki. Thus armed
with the proper odds on how long it was going to take before
Ranma ended up out the window, they began to ply their trade in
earnest.

"Listen here you kawa..."

<CRASH>

"...ikun..."

<BOOM>

"..."

<"WHAT A HAUL, WHAT A HAUL!">

"Uh oh."

<"COME BACK HERE YOU LECHER!">

<BOOM>

<"WHEN WE GET OUR HANDS ON YOU, YOU'RE
DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!">

"Awww no..." thought Ranma, "...Happousai."

"He's starting early this week," noted Akane, all traces
of her earlier exasperation with Ranma gone.

There seemed to be the sound of more things than usual
being seriously maimed for one of Happi's little jaunts. Ranma
and Akane pushed their way through the crowd gathered at the
window overlooking the sports field where the sounds were
coming from.

Three stories below was a familiar sight to anyone at
Furinkan High School. A shriveled dwarf figure was being chased
by at least a 100 angry girls. The dwarf was holding a sack, easily
five times the size of his(its?) body, out of which the occasional
piece of cloth would fall out as he ran. What was a little unusual
was that there were almost as many boys chasing him as there
were girls.

Bras and panties littered the trail behind this odd
procession. If you watched long enough, a keen observer would
see that the dwarf always managed to double back, the mob still
running behind him, and pick up any garment that had fallen.

"Geez, doesn't he ever get tired of this?" Ranma did sigh
this time. Some days...

"You know," said Yuka, a friend of Akane's, "that
crowd looks bigger than it usually does."

Nabiki scanned the crowd, taking note of its unusual
composition. "Well, it looks like the boys are joining the chase
too." She smirked a little. "I didn't think that they would ever get
up the guts to chase Happousai."

"Look at the at the track. That must be why the guys are
trying to kill him too," said Hiroshi, pointing to the smoking
remains of one of Furinkan's outer fields.

Looking further north the reason for all the guys' anger
became obvious. Where once there stood a slightly battered but
usable athletic field, there was now nothing but charcoal and
unconscious bodies. An explosion had destroyed the stands, the
field had been filled with debris, and there were craters
everywhere.

"He must have used his happodaikarin on the field when
he was running from the mob," mused Ranma aloud.

Akane rolled her eyes. "Like that takes a genius to
figure out. Baka..."

Ranma was just about to answer back to her with one of
his wittier comebacks of 'uncute tomboy' when he noticed that
Happousai was leading the parade right below the window he
was watching from. Instead, a smile of satisfaction came to
Ranma's lips as he cracked his knuckles. "Payback."

Between standing out in the hallway for over an hour
this morning, having to endure Watanabe's class, Watanabe's
even worse lecture after class, and add to this mixture the fact
that he had to submit to everyone's teasing at lunch and you get
one very frustrated martial artist. Ranma needed to work off
some energy, and a perverted old dwarf would fit the bill nicely
for a punching bag. In one smooth motion he flipped over Akane
and dived out the window.

Nabiki checked her watch, making a mental note of the
time. "Well, at least he went out the window..."

As Ranma leaped, an unsurprised Akane felt a chill go
up her spine. She looked at Nabiki. "Why do I have this feeling
that this fight is going to be worse than the usual ones?"

"Don't worry sis, they do this all the time. How much
worse could it be?"

***
Happousai was enjoying himself this fine Monday
afternoon. It was always good to change one's routine. A brisk
noon panty raid here would be just the warm up he needed for his
citywide excursion tonight. If only those stupid boys had gotten
out of the way like they should have. Oh well, if he had to
persuade them with a few happodaikarins, that was their
problem. They should know better than to get in the way of an
old man's harmless fun.

A split second warning was all it took as Happi deftly
avoiding the falling juggernaut that was his most reluctant
student. Bouncing merrily from foot to foot, he grinned. "Well,
hello Ranma! Good to see you! Coming to your Master for a
little extra training? Good idea, m'boy!"

Where Happousai once was, there was now a hole in the
concrete big enough to make a wading pool out of. Ranma was
slowly revealed as the dust cloud ebbed, the grains swirling
around his feet. "You picked the wrong day to bother me you
pervert!" Ranma ran an appraising eye at the closely pressed mob
that was gathering around them. "Everybody back off. The dwarf
is mine..."

Seeing Ranma's mood, the crowd backed away quickly.
Akane and the others had made it outside by this point, and put
themselves in a good position to see what was happening.

***

Nabiki and her cohorts were circulating through the
crowd, taking more bets on how long the fight would last and
who would be the eventual winner.

Akane was trying to make her way through the densely
packed and still seething mob when she felt the curiously familiar,
and yet unwelcome sensation of a familiar pair of arms wrapping
themselves securely around her. From behind.

Tatewaki Kuno glomped her tightly, spouting his usual
grandiose and honorable speech. "Ah, the fair maiden Akane
Tendo! How it fills my heart with joy to see your beauteous
visage on this day. Let us leave that pitiful wretch Saotome to
wallow in his corrupt arts whilst we steal away and spend our
lives as lovers aught..."

"WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" raged
Akane Tendo, as she demonstrated that it was possible for a
small girl to send a man-sized object over the horizon. She would
probably have a sore foot tomorrow, but it would be worth it.
Now if only she could get a better view.


***

Private Takaeda Koboyashi stared at the blip on the
radar screen tensely, finger poised over the panic button that
would alert his superiors to a possible attack. Gritting his teeth,
he waited impatiently for the computer to finish calculating the
trajectory and origin of the unidentified object. Agonizing
seconds later, the stats came up, along with a probable origin.
With a disgruntled whuff, he sat back in his chair, wiping sweat
from his brow. He glared at the little blinking light over the map
of Nerima ward.

"Damned martial artists. They're gonna be the death of
me."

***

"You've no right to interfere with your Master, Ranma.
All I want is to take these poor, abused silky darlings and give
them a home where they will be taken care of," growled
Happousai.

Ranma answered with a glare. "Look you perverted
little troll, I know what you want and I ain't going to let you do
it. You oughta be locked up, but since you ain't, it's up ta me ta
stop ya! AND QUIT CALLING YOURSELF MY  'MASTER.'
You ain't my master for anything!" Tensing his legs under him,
Ranma went after the old man, anger written plainly on his
features.

The distance between the two Kenpo practitioners was
about twenty yards. Ranma covered that distance in somewhat
less than a second.

Miyashiro Kenji watched Ranma run with more than a
small trace of envy. Kenji had been training all his life in track and
field working toward his is dream of making it to the Olympics.
He had been thinking of taking steroids, but now he was thinking
now that tomorrow he would sign up for martial arts instead. He
had no idea how learning Kenpo would help him move faster than
most cars, but it sure seemed to have worked for Ranma.

As Ranma sped towards Happousai, the old man
seemed unconcerned. With an elaborate twirl he brought out his
pipe and used it to catch Ranma's wrist. A shrug of his shoulders
later and Ranma exited somewhere near to twice the speed that
he came in at.

The mob managed to clear enough room for Ranma not
to take anybody with him when he hit the ground. Actually, the
Ranma sized hole was deep enough that the school would
probably plant a tree there.

Happi took a few serene puffs on his pipe smiling
merrily at no one in particular.

A moment or two passed before Ranma grabbed the
edge of the pit and hauled himself out with a grunt. Standing, he
shot a nasty look at his unconcerned opponent. "What's the
matter with you, old man? You coulda hurt somebody. Ya don't
put regular people in the way of attacks!" He dusted himself off.

"I am the Grand Master of the Anything Goes School of
Martial Arts.  I knew how and where to throw you so that no
kids got hurt. Anyways, they should know better than to get too
close when a kind old man is defending himself from an
overzealous punk."

"Ya should say you're a perverted old freak!" With that,
Ranma closed in for another attack.

***

Akane had found a bit of high ground, and was
watching the fight with Nabiki and a couple of her classmates.

Sayuri stared wide-eyed as the two fighters bounced
back and forth, sometimes moving too fast for her to make out.
Ranma's hands blurred, causing Sayuri to blink. "Ne, Akane?
What did he just do?"

"Ranma just used his Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken. It
looks like he tagged Happousai with most of it. I think he was
holding back though..."

"What do you mean holding back? Why would he do a
thing like that?"

Nabiki tapped her chin thoughtfully and then waved her
people over to give them an update. "I hadn't considered this,"
said Nabiki. "Ranma can't go all out in his attacks as long as this
crowd is hanging around him."

Sayuri frowned. "Why not...?"

Nabiki waved her hand in the general direction of the
two combatants. "Usually when the pervert and Ranma fight the
spectators have enough of a self-preservation instinct to stay out
of the way. As long as that crowd is there they could easily be
hurt by the fallout of his techniques." Nabiki scanned the crowd
again, muttering "Minna no baka..." under her breath.

"BACK AWAY FROM RANMA YOU MORONS!"
screamed Akane. "HE CAN'T WIN IF YOU DON'T GIVE HIM
SOME ROOM."

A few people shuffled back from the main press of
people, but for the most part, Akane was ignored. Everybody
was too mesmerized by the conflict to pay attention to anything
but that. If anything, many students were jockeying for a better
position to see the fight. Besides, after Ranma was finished with
him the girls wanted a crack at him for stealing their
unmentionables, while the boys wanted revenge for their sports
field. Both groups were well on their way to a full head of mob
justice, Furinkan style.

***

Ranma rolled to his feet, just managing to avoid
crashing into yet another enraged bystander. Happousai had just
managed to get a good hit on Ranma's right side. He grimaced a
little, trying to ignore the protests of his unhappy ribcage.
Dodging a couple of quick blows Ranma began to do something
he did very well only when he was fighting, he started thinking.

"If Happousai keeps to the crowd like this, he knows I
can't use my most powerful attacks." Ranma began ticking off
mental fingers, even as he dodged another series of strikes from
the diminutive martial pervert.  "He can dodge my mouko
takabisha, the tenshin amaguriken would send him flying into the
crowd, and the hiryu shoten ha would take too many people..."

Ranma's train of thought was rudely derailed when he
missed a strike, leaving him open to Happousai's damned pipe.
He ended up being flipped through the air in a shallow arc, and
he had a rough landing nearly at the feet of a group of angry girls.
Rolling to the side, he narrowly missed being stomped on by
Happousai (although Ranma had never been sure how a two foot
tall man who was lucky if he weighed forty pounds could manage
to pull off a stomp attack.) Happi, never one to miss an
opportunity, simply bounced and latched onto the nearest soft
target he could find, namely the chest of the girl who had the
misfortune of standing closest to where Ranma landed.

The girl screeched indignantly then tried to pound Happi
flat with her fist. By the time said fist arrived where Happi should
have been, he'd already moved on to the next volunteer in the
small group. Three bosom snuggles, a skirt flip, and a butt
squeeze later, Happi reappeared in front of Ranma, looking
noticeably perkier than when he started.

Ranma groaned as he struck out with a three-kick
combination, none of which managed to tag Happousai. "Well,
that proves that I can't wear him down. A complete recharge for
him is less than five feet away!" Frustrated, Ranma risked a
couple of hits that actually tagged the old man, but he ended up
on his back again for his troubles. Once again rolling to his feet,
he wiped a spot of blood off of his lip. To his amazement,
Happousai was nowhere in sight.

"Dammit! Where did he go...?" Ranma looked around
frantically, trying to catch some sign of the old man. Hearing a
series of yelps and cries off to one side, he watched as a series of
girls in the middle of the crowd tried to strike at something he
couldn't see. "I guess it pays to be a shriveled old freak
sometimes," he thought. With his small size, Happi was much
more easily able to use crowd as cover than Ranma could, or
would. Ranma growled, watching Happi's perverted progress
throughout the crowd. "Come back here and fight me like a man,
you coward!"

Happousai's response was to hop up on a boy's
shoulders and give a rude gesture, followed closely by a
"Nyahnyahnyahnyahnyanya." Happi jumped off of the
unfortunate boy's shoulders and disappeared into the crowd
again. This time, though, everyone in the crowd was agitated
enough that Ranma couldn't track his progress.

Happousai caught Ranma by surprise, emerging from
the crowd directly behind the young man, knocking him
sprawling yet again. With a cry of "SWEETO!" he disappeared
back into the veritable forest of young women who were
watching the fight. He jumped around Ranma, always landing on
the body of a pretty girl, glomping her, and than jumping away as
he waited for the opportunity to strike at Ranma again.

Ranma's frustration was reaching new levels. Spitting
out a mouthful of dirt, he flipped to his feet, staring into the
roiling clouds of students, and still thinking. "Damn it...I wouldn't
be able to use the Hiryu Shoten Ha, even if I had a clear field. He
is deliberately staying calm." He got into a ready stance as
Happousai bounced out of the crowd across from him. "Wish he
was as angry as everyone else is. They're generating more than
enough energy for half a dozen attacks..." Ranma paused,
blinked, and then grinned. Gathering himself, he launched a flying
kick at Happousai.

Happi, surprised that Ranma would use such a simple
technique, easily dodged it. Spinning, he moved to block where
he anticipated the next blow to land, and nearly fell flat on his
face when the expected resistance never showed up. Happi
regained his footing, scratching his nearly bald head in
wonderment as he watched Ranma bolt off through the crowd.
"What's that boy up to now...?"

Ranma wove his way through the densely packed
crowd, sometimes dodging around, or even flipping over some of
the slower students. On the way through, he grabbed a pen and a
couple sheets of paper from a girl, leaving a (very) hurried
"Sorry!" behind.

Happousai watch everything with steadily mounting
concern. Following him through the crowd was easy enough, but
not getting too close until he had a better idea of what was going
on. Ranma's more unusual plans tended to end up with Happi in a
lot of pain, so instead he contented himself with liberating a few
precious underthings to add to his collections.

Ranma finished scribbling on his borrowed sheets of
paper as he somersaulted over some students standing near the
edge of the crowd. Crumpling the notes up into little balls, he
threw them in two different directions before doubling back and
disappearing into the crowd again.

The first found its way to Akane, atop the small hill
from where she was watching the fight. A handsome boy wearing
a standard issue Furinkan High School Uniform caught the
second note. The boy's features were bishonen, almost to the
point of being pretty. He wasn't very tall, but he had a slim, well-
proportioned build that gave him a very lithe appearance. For
people who didn't know him, the most unusual thing about him
was perhaps the weapons-grade giant spatula strapped to his
back. For people that did know him, his most unusual feature was
that she was Kuonji Ukyou, Ranma's kawaii iinazuke.

If anyone does not know the story of why Ukyou is
dressed like a boy, you have no business reading this fic until you
gone through all the character profiles.

Upon receiving her note, Ukyou made her way over to
the Tendou sisters. "Hey Akane, what did Ranchan send you? I
can't make out what this thing says." Ukyou waved the crumpled
she as she approached them.

"I'm just trying to figure that out myself. That baka's
writing is bad enough normally, but writing on the run like that
makes it even worse."

With that, Ranma and Akane's friends gathered around
the notes and tried to figure out what they said.

***

Nabiki kept a close eye on the fight, relaying
instructions to her field operators through a series of hand signals
and runners. She mused to herself even as she kept a running tally
hits and misses, "Ranma is going to have to last at least another
five minutes, or I'm going to take a beating here..." She smirked.
She'd take a beating on the Duration pool, but if Ranma lost, the
Win vs. Losses pool would bring in a mint. Everybody had bet on
Ranma on the hopes that he'd destroy the lecher this time out.
She thought on this for a second more. "Of course, if Ranma
goes another five minutes, then loses then I'd be able to collect
from both! Perfect!"

"Nabiki!" Akane looked up in annoyance from where
she was huddled with Ukyou.

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Hai, hai, Akane-chan. I know.
In any case, he destroyed the athletic field, which guarantees a
loss in the Athletics pool this month. Need any help with those
papers?"

***

"Come on Akane! Hurry up Ucchan!" thought Ranma,
gritting his teeth. There were still too many people in the way for
him to open up the way he wanted to. He couldn't start his plan
until Ukyou and Akane started clearing the crowd back a little.
He wasn't sure this would work, but if he didn't try something
soon, Happi would wear him out. As long as there were pretty
girls for him to glomp, there was no way for Ranma to outlast
him.

Ranma realized that his only chance of making this work
was to keep Happi away from the women. There were only two
ways Ranma could think of to distract the old lecher, and Ranma
didn't have the cold water he'd need for the first. He came at the
old man with a long running leap and aimed a kick at Happousai's
shriveled head.

"Perfect!" Ranma exulted to himself as he flashed past
the still slightly confused Happousai, nabbing the precious sack
of silky darlings as he went by.

"NO FAIR RANMA, GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!"

"YOU WANT THEM, COME AND GET THEM!"
Ranma, somewhat tiredly, flashed off through the crowd again,
wagging the bag at Happousai every once in a while.

***

"I think it says 'circle <something> herd' here. I have no
idea what this means."

"What does this say...'way crowd'?"

"Does he want us to crowd him in?"

"That makes no sense."

"This part says something about '...keep mad at
Happousai," stated Ukyo.

***

The crowd was watching in a tight circle, with Ranma
and Happousai now having moved into the middle. Nabiki
frowned, not being totally sure about what was going on, but it
was easy to see that Saotome was up to something.

Nabiki signaled to her people to change the odds
appropriately. If Ranma had a plan, than she had to take
advantage of it before anyone else figured it out. There was
money to be made. When all of Nabiki's subordinates let her
know that all was okay, she made her way back to the puzzled
huddle of note holders.

"Akane, am I mistaken or is Ranma moving in a
pattern?"

Ukyou and Akane looked up from the notes there were
trying to translate and watched Ranma in action.

"Kinda looks like he's doing a Hiryu Shoten Ha spiral,
doncha think Akane?" said Ukyou.

"It can't be that. He's running the wrong way for that,"
opinioned Akane. "Besides Happousai is nowhere near angry
enough for that to work."

***

"I have to get him to follow me. How do I get him away
from the crowd? C'mon you two, get these people away from
here!" Ranma thought frantically.

***

"Uhh...Akane?" inquired Nabiki, "I think your iinazuke
is trying to tell you something."

Looking at Ranma, Akane saw he was definitely
mouthing something to her and probably Ukyou.

"He's probably wondering why we haven't done what he
wants us to do yet. NO ONE CAN READ YOUR WRITING,
YOU BAKA!" shouted Akane.

Looking at her watch, Nabiki saw that Ranma had lasted
long enough to beat the point spread on the betting pool. Now if
he could win this fight she would make substantial gains in
equity. "Let me see those notes you two."

Nabiki stared at the notes and considered the
possibilities of what Ranma could have written with what he was
doing." Saotome is running around in a spiral pattern. I think this
is his tenth time in the same pattern, but he's going the wrong
way for his technique, right Akane?"

"Hai, Nabiki."
"Ukyo, you think this note of yours says 'crowd,' 'mad,'
'keep?'"
"What I could figure out, yeah."

"Your note says something like 'circle' and 'herd'
Akane?"

"I guess."

Nabiki watched Ranma lead Happousai into the same
reverse spiral again.

"Ranma is getting tired. I don't know how much longer
he can keep running from Happousai like that," Akane pointed
out.

"Why is he running anyway?" asked Ukyo. "Ranchan
doesn't run from a fight."

Akane and Nabiki laughed at this. A puzzled Ukyou
waited for the Tendou girls to stop their giggling before she
asked "Okay, someone want to let me in on the joke?"

Akane managed to get herself under control and said, "I
guess Ranma never showed you the 'Saotome Secret Technique.'

Ukyou thought about this for a second before
confirming this. "Never heard of it. Do you mean he showed it to
you?" Ukyou was a little hurt by this. After all, she was the
kawaii iinazuke. How come Ranchan showed Akane his secrets
and not her? She was going to have to have a talk with him later.

"It's not much of a technique. It's basically running away
until you have a chance to think of a counter attack to a new
technique." Akane paused. "Wait a minute, Ranma is running
around in a Hiryu Shoten Ha type of pattern, which depends on
hot Ki, but he's running the wrong way for it and Happousai's
keeping too calm for it to work anyway."

Nabiki's eyes lit up at this. "You know what he's up to,
sis?"

"I'm not certain, but I think he's improvising something
and he needs us to help him pull it off. I think Ranma wants me
to herd everyone into a large circle. Considering how huge the
crowd is, it better be a big one. Whatever he is planning, he needs
a lot of room and he can't fight off Happousai and shape the
crowd."

"You sure know what Ranchan is planning?"

"Of course I'm not sure, but no one else seems to have
any better ideas. Ukyo, I think Ranma wants you to keep the mob
mad at the freak. Don't let them move inside the circle, keep them
out of the way of the fight, but keep them angry."

***

Akane was finally moving people back and away from
the fight. Ranma caught glimpses of her yelling and threatening
the crowd with her hammer if they did not move back. Ucchan
was doing her part too. "If this keeps up, I can try my idea
soon... It better be soon though..." Ranma was getting very tired.

***

"All right people. I want all of you to listen!" bellowed
Ukyo. "Girls, I want all of you to think about how many times a
week that hentai out there steals your underwear. Yuriko, how
many times has he fondled you? Ayumi, didn't he rub himself on
you last week?"

"Boys, I want you to think about how long it is going to
take before this field is usable again. I want you to think about
how many times that old man has beaten you up when you tried
to protect a girl you wanted to date."

Ukyou went on for several minutes listing hundreds of
crimes and perversions that Happousai had forced the students at
Furinkan to suffer. You could almost see the anger rise off the
crowd. As Ukyou kept the crowd at a fever pitch, Akane made
sure that no one tried to help Ranma by attacking Happousai.
Akane was finally beginning to understand what Ranma was
doing. Ukyou saw what was happening too. If what they
suspected was true, the students had to stay away from the center
of the circle if this was going to work.

Nabiki was signaling to her people to change the odds
now. She may consider Ranma to be an idiot in most things, but
even she had to admit that when push came to shove Saotome
was a rare genius when it came to fighting. He always came
through in the end. If Nabiki's people were quick enough, she
could turn a greater profit from this. Besides, it's not like Ranma
asked for her help to set this up. He couldn't have afforded her
rates anyway.

***

Ranma could feel the heat radiating from the crowd.
"There's enough here to do what I want," he noted grimly to
himself. "I just hope this works..." Ranma began leading
Happousai into the spiral for the last time.

Happi was confused. Ranma had not really struck back
for quite some time now. He was leading Happousai in a spiral,
but the direction was wrong to do the Hiryu Shoten Ha, so the
old man was not worried about that move being used. He knew
enough to keep calm anyway. "Still, the little punk is up to
something. I ought to get my precious darlings back before he
plays this little game of his out..." Happousai poured on the
pressure, careful not to let his aura heat up.

Ranma kept jumping and dodging Happousai's attacks,
always staying within his established pattern. Akane and Ukyou
were managing to keep the crowd well out of the radius of effect
(he hoped), and Ukyou was also doing a good job of keeping
everyone good and angry. Ranma could feel the heat as if it was a
solid wall, sucked in and around them by the spiral motion. As he
closed in on the center of the spiral he made one last check. "If
I'm going to try this it had to be now..."

With a sudden, almost blinding, burst of speed, Ranma
dropped the bag of underwear smack in the middle of the swirling
waves of heat he had sucked in. Gathering his ki he vaulted up,
ricocheting off of the trunk of a nearby tree. Soaring overhead,
he landed against the side of Furinkan High, high above the
ground. He almost seemed to defy gravity as he coiled himself
horizontally against the side of the school.  Combining the energy
of his impact with a burst of blue tinted ki, he rocketed straight
out from the side of the school, aiming to pass directly over the
center of the cleared area.

The crowd started cheering wildly for Ranma, sensing,
quite rightly, that something spectacular was about to happen.
Happousai, now conscious of the vast quantities of swirling
energy, tinged with that special hint of Furinkan Mob Justice,
Indignant Righteousness, and more that a little hate and loathing,
tracked the swiftly moving Ranma with his eyes. When he
mentally intersected Ranma's path with his position, only one
thought really came to mind.

"Uh oh..."

Ranma did a flip in mid air, throwing a glowing, ki-
encased fist down into the surprisingly strong heated currents
surrounding Happousai like a dome. "Hiryu Shoten Ha revised,"
Ranma yelled out, "Hiryuu Korin Dan!"

***

Akane was not sure what to expect from Ranma, but
this was spectacular. (Not that she would every really admit
thinking that to his face) Ranma's multiple repetition of the
reverse spiral pattern seemed to reinforce the strength of the
attack. Instead of using the ki of the target to power the move,
Ranma had used the inverse spiral to draw in the hot ki of the
crowd of angry high school students. She watched as Ranma
thrust his fist down towards Happousai. He was only there for a
split second, but it seemed that it was more than enough to
trigger a reaction.

Ranma's cold ki shot into the charged spiral of heat, a
visible shockwave spreading in a circle around the point of
contact. The winds started off tightly bound, but as the force
descended through the progressively thicker swells of energy, it
gained speed and force. By the time the expanding cone rammed
into Happousai, it was thundering like a cyclone and had pressure
enough to shatter stone.

The winds impacted around Happousai, blowing a crater
over 15 feet in diameter and ten feet deep. The debris, including
the relatively unharmed center, was thrown straight up into the
air. Directly into the maw of the ever tightening, hurricane force
winds. Happi spun in a tight circle a few times before being
driven downwards and being embedded deep into the ground,
through the bottom of the crater. To add insult to injury, the
winds promptly dumped all the rock back into the crater, almost
filling it, and burying Happousai almost 30 feet underground.

A shockwave rolled out across the ground, knocking
many of the surrounding, gaping crowd to the ground.
Fortunately, no real injuries occurred, other than a mildly bruised
ego or two. Most later agreed that the sight of an upside down
tornado flattening the world class pervert was more than worth
it.

Science students would debate that it was impossible for
what they saw to have actually happened. Funnel clouds start
wide and decrease radius as they reach the ground. There was no
way Ranma could have arranged this kind of phenomenon to be
created.

The rest of the school had this response: "He did it, get
over it."

It took a digging crew over a week to get him out
(Mostly because they were encouraged to take their time).
Happousai's arms and legs were broken, shattered, but he would
recover. He would be in a full body cast for months, but until
then, panties around Nerima were safe.

***

Akane, Nabiki, Ukyo, and some of the others rushed
over to where they saw Ranma land. A red haired, well-endowed
figure was emerging from the swimming pool as the students
reached it.

Ranma-chan was obviously exhausted. The exertions of
the prolonged fight with Happousai, the effects of landing in the
pool with such force, and turning into a girl were having an effect
on her. She barely looked conscious, her movements slow and
without vigor. When Ranma saw Akane, life seemed to flow back
into her eyes. She managed to stand upright and staggered to her
iinazuke, looked her straight in the eye and said those magic
words:

"WHAT KIND OF BAKA ARE YOU? DID YOU
THINK I WAS HAVING A VACATION OUT THERE!?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I SAVED YOUR LIFE,
YOU MORON!" screamed Akane.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I COULD HAVE
BEEN KILLED WHILE YOU WERE TAKING YOU TIME!"

Nabiki shook her head in wonderment as Ranma and
Akane stomped off, arguing all the way. Turning, she surveyed
the damages to the school grounds. "Well. At least life is never
dull." Chuckling quietly, she went to pull her lieutenants out of
the crowd to find out how much money she made.

    Ranma had lasted far longer than the point
spread had predicted. He had also beat Happousai, which few
people bet on. Last, but not least, Ranma had used a new
technique to beat the hentai. No one in the "Which technique will
he use" pool would win. A few people would argue that what he
did was a derivative of a known move, but Nabiki would easily
convince them that you had to be specific with this wager. No
one had bet that Ranma would use a new technique. Today was a
good day to make money.

***

The hospital in the Nerima district had never seen a case
like this. The shriveled old thing brought in had both legs
shattered. Almost the whole rib cage was broken. One arm was
broken, the other dislocated, and his head had numerous cracks.
Yet, somehow Happousai had managed to stay alive. They
almost lost him once but Nurse Hitomi had come by and
accidentally brushed up against it. His vital signs had improved
remarkably after that.

The doctors had run tests on the thing just to make sure
he was human. They had taken bets about it being some kind of
chimp. Still, it looked like it would survive. The doctors just had
no idea how. It would make a great write up though.

***

HELL- present day

Shishio was surveying his domain this day. Looking
back, he could not get over how easy it had been. Enma had not
been expecting any challenges, and could not conceive that
anyone would dare conspire to bring him down. Enma had ruled
Hell since the beginning and it had taken less than two years, as
mortals measured time, for Shishio and his Kuni Tori to oust him.
What had failed to work on Earth was easily implemented here.

In Hell there was no Battousai.

Enough! No reason to allow such thoughts to fester
within him. Shishio spent the day traveling to each domain of the
damned and reveled in what he saw. Those souls who Shishio
deemed too weak to be of proper service were forced to toil at
the most degrading tasks that could be conceived.

Those who were stronger oversaw those who were
weaker. It was a hierarchy that was elegant in it's simplicity.
Weak to strong, strong to stronger, until finally you reached
Shishio.

The strong survive and the weak perish. In Hell it was
the strong rule, the weak suffer.

Contrary to what some thought, Shishio did not delight
in torture or suffering. He routinely oversaw and designed the
suffering of the damned but it gave him no pleasure. The truth
was he didn't care. In hell it was necessary for the weak to suffer
as they served the strong. The weak were there as fodder. They
were beneath his notice beyond that function.

Shishio was always careful of his subordinates. At his
side were Yumi and Houji, the two souls who were loyal to him
beyond question. They oversaw those below him and protected
his rule from any plots against him. Shishio was aware of all that
happened anyway, but let others think that he depended on Yumi
and Houji for everything.

As the three of them continued their tour they saw their
subjects working and suffering, as was their lot in death. All was
as it should be.

When the trio reached the lowest depth of Hell, they
stopped to watch one of Shishio's subjects receiving his just
punishment. Uonuma Usui was chained to the ground. His skin
was being cut open and various insects were being forced into the
wounds while they were bleeding. Shishio actually took some
pleasure in the thought of what each of those creatures would do
to Usui.

Usui's eyes had been restored to him in Hell. Each time
they regrew, Shishio had them plucked out again so that Usui
could be tantalized and tortured again.

Usui was an ex-hitokiri who had been blinded by Shishio
in battle. After developing his blindfighting technique, Mougen
No Usui, he had joined Shishio in his revolution against the Meiji
for one reason and only one reason: to kill Shishio. Usui was
always waiting for the opportunity to end the life of the one man
who had truly beaten him. Being a member of the Jupon Gatana
kept Usui around Shishio, and as a bonus it gave him many
opportunities to add to his kill total, bringing him ever closer to
his goal of 1000 deaths.

Usui had been one of the most powerful members of the
Jupon Gatana. Shishio kept Usui around because of that power,
and because having Usui forced Shishio to be strong. If Shishio
had let his guard down for one second, Usui would have sent him
to Hell.

The thought amused him now.

In Hell, Usui had been vital in the struggle against
Enma. Usui had been given his own domain in Hell, below only
Houji, Yumi, and Shishio himself.

Usui's mistake was that he then tried to usurp Shishio.
Usui had been kept in the lowest depth of Hell as a plaything for
others to practice on ever since. Shishio had been fully expecting
Usui to try and destroy him and he had hoped that the blind man
would have had a better plot in mind. Usui had failed miserably.

It was stupid to try and not succeed. There was no
excuse for failure. Shishio had failed once and would never again
suffer that humiliation. That weakness would never again grip
Shishio and he had no patience when he saw it in others.

Usui sensed the presence of Shishio and managed to spit
at him. Houji intercepted the saliva before it reached its target,
like the loyal little toady he was.

"Still the defiant one I see, " said Shishio. "I had hoped
you would be ready to accept your fate as my servant by now.
Such a waste of talent you are."

"I have survived everything you have conceived to do to
me these centuries!" rasped Usui.

"Centuries?! HA HA HA HA! It hasn't even been six
months yet!"

Usui flinched when he heard this.

"Really Usui, why stay there and suffer when you could
join us?" inquired Yumi. There is so much you could have
accomplished with us."

"Do not concern yourself with him Yumi," rumbled
Shishio. "He thought himself strong enough to destroy me as I
destroyed Enma. He was wrong, he pays the price."

"Yes I know your philosophy Shishio-sama, " sneered
Usui. "The strong survive, the weak suffer. Fucking bullshit! If
you really believed that you would be right here beside me, going
through the same tortures as me. You're so fucking weak I
shouldn't waste my shit on you!"

"How dare you say that to Shishio-sama! You'll be
tortured and forced to suffer in ways you're too limited to even
imagine!" Houji yelled.

"I speak the truth, dumb shit. Shishio is here now
because he got his ass kicked. The only reason he rules in Hell is
because he knows the people strong enough to take him down
aren't here! He's fucking safe as long as he stays here with the
damned."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THAT WAY!" screamed
an outraged Houji.

"HA! Your fucking lord isn't saying anything, you
asswipe. He knows what the fuck I'm talking about. The
Battousai stopped him in Japan. He was stronger than your 'shit
high lord.' You don't see Kenshin here do you? If he had been,
Shishio could have proven himself. Now all Shishio will be is a
second best fucking hiding where his ass is covered. Maybe he
isn't even second best. Maybe he's the top of the bottom of the
fucking barrel! Maybe the stronger guy is on Earth, maybe in
heaven. You'll never know you stupid shit."

"The Battousai has long since died you fool. Even if
there was a way to bring him here!" fumed Yumi.

"So what? If Kenshin was a champion of the time of
Meiji, there must be someone to take his place in whatever the
fuck they call it in Japan now. Does your shit mighty lord think
he is strong enough to fight where he could fail? Out there, there
is a chance someone is strong enough to beat him. All Hell gets is
the weak and the corrupt. "

Anger and rage were a normal sight on Shishio's face,
but the only thing that registered on the damaged, bandaged face
of the Lord of Hell was a cold fury. Shishio turned and walked
away. Yumi tried to take his arm but he slapped her away. Houji
could only fume and order that Usui's trials be doubled.

Usui knew that Shishio had stormed away and knew his
words had had an effect on the holy as shit lord of fucking Hell.
For the first time in fifty years, Usui smiled even as he felt the
parasites being inserted into his wounds begin their journey.

***

Nerima Hospital

The bed where Happousai was being kept was in
intensive care and usually did not allow visitors. However
Tendou Soun had begun to cry so much that he was flooding the
hallway and was in danger of damaging some vital equipment.
The hospital had decided that it would be better to let these two
visit their friend for a little while.

So it was that Soun and Saotome Genma were bowing
on their knees at the foot of the bed of their master, Happousai.

"Master, PLEASE forgive me! I promise I will punish
the boy. I will make him sorry! Just let me live! You can't blame
me for the actions of my stupid son!" whined a haggard and red-
eyed Genma.

"Master, keep in mind that you will recover. There is no
need for rash action here!" pleaded an again on the verge of tears
Soun.

Happousai ignored both his students. Rage was an
inadequate word to describe Happousai right now. In all his
decades of life, no one had ever managed to hurt him as much as
Ranma had today. Happousai would have vengeance. Happousai
was the Grand Master of the Anything Goes School of Martial
Arts. This show of disrespect would not be tolerated. He would
have to think long and hard about what to do to that brat.


***
End Champion of the Era, Chapter 1

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