Ranma chose to sleep on the roof that night. The warm summer made it the ideal place to cool off. Often, during his travels, he had slept on the roves of inns and houses with his to avoid paying even the cheapest of fees for lodging. He was so use to it, he never suffered sores, kinks or kricks the next day.
After this particular night, he was going to go through something else.
Ranma dozed off, welcoming the stars and the shining moon as they shone down on him. He slept calmly, with neither the howling of dogs, the honk of horns or the sound of women screeching at a lingere-stealing old man waking him.
A few hours passed, and some clouds drifted into the sky. One in particular sped quickly directly over the roof where Ranma slept. It had been magically directed to seek out Ranma, and it carried a payload specifically for him.
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