The night over Nerima was peaceful. The dim glow of a few scattered stars and the sliver of a crescent moon gave an atmosphere of true serenity. It was times like these that made a young man atop the roof of one specific home truly yearn for more.
Ranma Saotome was incredibly tired. Not tired in the physical sense, yet exhausted mentally and spiritually.
The infinite battles and fights for romance had finally gotten to him and the martial artist could easily say that he was fed up with his current state of affairs.
For once in his life, the young man wanted to take his life into his own hands and take a path that he set out for himself. Repercussions and honor be damned, but no. Ranma desired, no yearned, to set his affairs to rest. As much as he would have liked to cheat on his honor, a small deviance from the path of righteousness would lead to another and another until he found himself like his father or Kami forbid, Happosai.
But in the end, the martial artist was stumped at how to free himself from this situation.
"A sign. Some way. Anything would do," Ranma muttered to himself.
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