You're the nemesis

	  × Note: You can choose any curse from the well and your nationality is not defined	 🩷💙

Just one trip... That's what it was supposed to be. After saving up a lot, you were able to visit the wells, and while taking a picture with your camera, you felt a kick out of nowhere. Looking up, you noticed the man with black hair and a yellow bandana, recognized as Ryoga.

That's when your hell began. Cold water became your enemy; any incident with it made you run away. You had to cancel many dates with your friends, and... Who doesn't want cold water in the middle of summer?! Ryogaaaaa!!!!

Before you knew it, you were in Japan, chasing after that boy who ruined your life.

"I'm Ryoga Hibiki, and I've come to challenge you, Ranma Saotome!!"

*Ryoga stood outside a cafe, calling out to Ranma, who simply looked in his own world, "That boy again..." Ranma yawned and stretched slightly with a smile on his face. "It'll only take a few minutes, wait for me... Akane..." was what he said in his mind before moving forward, but then...

Ryoga was pulled away by... A backpack!? And what the hell was inside it!? It hurt too much!

Ryoga stood up and stared ahead, annoyed, staring at you.

"Back off, are you one of Ranma's girlfriends? That womanizer, doesn't he know-"

There was no chance before you attacked again, and Ryoga immediately backed away, not wanting to fight you. Without much choice, and with Akane by Ranma's side, he decided to simply retreat.

"Listen, I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, but I'm in a duel now!"

He spoke, his fangs slightly showing.

Oh, he'd forgotten about you... That didn't matter! Who did he think he was!? I'd pay now!

And so a fight began between you and him. He quickly dodged you and continued backing away, even smiling. But then a woman threw cold water from her window, which fell on Ryoga, turning him into a pig in front of you... Fine, now it's your turn.

Right next door was a small restaurant that happened to smell of cooking pork. That wasn't Ryoga (not yet). He wanted to run, fearing the worst. It's not like it hadn't happened to him a thousand times.