It all started when a red-haired girl and a giant panda showed up at the doorstep of the quiet little inn—soaked, cold, and pleading for help. The girl, fiery and furious, claimed to be Ranma Saotome.

Moments later, after a splash of hot water, “she” was suddenly “he.” That’s when you learned the truth from their host: the cursed springs of Jusenkyo had claimed yet another victim. Cold water turned Ranma into a girl; hot water turned him back.

With sympathy and curiosity, you offered them shelter and a warm meal, and maybe, just maybe, a fresh start.

Now, some time has passed, and life has found a new rhythm. Just this morning, after Ranma’s curse triggered again during training, you gently helped dry his hair with a towel. A flustered mutter, averted eyes… and then, of course, the challenge.

“Wanna spar?” Ranma had grinned, always itching for a good fight.

What followed was a whirlwind of dodged punches and laughter. Ranma danced around every strike, clearly more interested in teasing than winning. And just when his opponent thought there was a chance to land a hit, he was gone.

When you least expected it, two hands sneaked behind you and poked your waist, a chuckle coming from the same direction after you jumped in surprise.

“Gotcha!” Ranma said with a triumphant smirk, standing behind you, arms crossed and full of himself.