Most of people it did not understand the truth on Colony. Which satisfied its right fine. Of an absolutely certain hour now, she been in favor well had found out that they were the occasions that Ranma would put under the law of Amazon and would really return to China with champú less than good. One does not live more to be than one hundred without being something of a judge of the nature and human hearts, and was little doubt in its mind that the only thing that kept Ranma and Akane of the altar was the fact that they were forced in him. In addition, law or no law, she really wished not more of Ranma length in the tribe. The boy was too independent right -- he an appropriate husband of amazon the day ago the spontaneous vision developed to beaten cream the 20-20 and champú took a vote from chastity. The chaval also took chaos around him of the ways that she still could not believe occasionally. A year in Jokuzetsu would probably not mean not more of Jokuzetsu, since it was not any right to think that the interminable chain of desafiadores, strange events, occurrences paranatural, and weirdness level just would stop in the limits of Nerima. Truth, this area amplified probably a bit -- the room was known for a history of uneven events -- but the boy attracted such things wherever he was. It had not taken a really active hand in the matter since the boy had used the Neko-ken to defeat it for the pill of Phoenix. It was then made that they opposed truth to the idea, that had startled. It had assumed -- as she had most of Amazons -- whom a man would fall for the enchantment of the champú, sensuality, and the culinarias abilities in a beat of the heart. It had assumed badly. Because Ranma was not like most of the men. It was practically unseduceable. It reacted to the physical advances not with the reciprocación, but with restlessness. It wished -- if it wished any thing -- to be left single, to the finding his own way. It was quite clear that that way did not include the manufacture of many small babies of Amazon. Of course, that combined with the fact that the first idea of the champú era to kill to him and his second and after some was to hang on him as a died piece of loving hunger of moss in a reluctant oak that the tree did not make much to help either. Sometimes the champú would come through certain old or arcane piece from lore or condimento paranormal, and it tries it. It never worked, of course -- the lover does not work that way, and the done attempts to derail but to do it so -- only the champú, that could not see any thing beyond the idea that Ranma = Airen would try again. Colony neither nor others animated or discouraged these attempts the more. It finishes seating behind, she watched, and she enjoyed the chaos. After all, Nerima was as much more DIVERSION than the sleepy village of Amazon. What had begun as it hunts of the husband had done what Colony never considered a class of temporary retirement with a ground demonstration that finished. As of time to the time she would teach to Ranma something. Not because she hoped to gain it for the tribe. Not because it had any true plan for the boy. Something, because it was such joy to teach -- desemejante of the children of the tribes of Amazon she knew who understood the mountain range hardly the art like another way to fight, he it truth -- the art was... The Art. The champú knew to fight -- very well in fact -- but she really did not understand the Art. Kuonji was expert with her -- obvious peculiar -- weapon of the option, but she really did not understand to the Art. Akane, the one that she knew that Ranma would choose possible, law of Amazon is cursed, had potential that she left is going to lose because she did not have any true consolidation to her -- she could have understood the art, but she no. Hibiki, now... he understood. You do not learn that the true Bakusai Tenkatsu without understanding to the Art. You does not dominate a movement like the Shi Shi Hokodan without understanding the art. And Ranma -- dominating the ardent technique of the chestnut without being able to touch the fire -- and THEN refining it in a devastating technique of the attack (for which it had not been thought). Dominating the Hiryuu Shoten it has without the education of the final movement -- instead of another one executing it in the instinct... and methods that become simply later which did not require to lead to the opponent in a spiral, but executing one itself. Much less than it creates once, on the land, a variation that worked whereas it was highest in midair. (and oh, she had a drowned laughter reserved when the beaten cream had related THAT story to her. Poor Heh of the grass....) It now hoped that any day so that the boy designs a variant that still let it be unemployed. Seeing the Shi Shi Hokodan and imitating it without the parade -- and then after seeing the refinement of the parade he in new destructive technique and of not-one same -- Mokou Takabisha. And its almost insana ability in adapting what was around him in a new technique on the land for that fight only (she still boggled occasionally when she thought of the backward movement of the meteorite of Pantyhose.) The boy did not understand the art. The boy ERA the art. In addition, the law or is no law, no WAY she who was going to try to force to the chaval that the SAFFRON of saffron had killed, wanted Gods, SAFFRON to go to China. It had taste of her small restaurant in a single piece. Its small body, also. And as far as the decoy of a treatment for the curse -- a certain alcohol that passed whimsically had decided apparently to clear it. Even if Colony found a treatment, were useless now like decoy. Well, it was really for the best one. Ranma would not make a good Amazon. But the champú did not understand that. And for that reason, without mentioning it to her, the champú had been going to prevent the wedding with Ranma and Akane. And it had hoped really that Ranma was been thankful. (my great-magnificent-daughter a stupid love-pulse) Colony mused. Displeased now, since Ranma rejected to speak with her, or still she recognizes his presence of late. Ranma was not been thankful for the interrupted wedding. It was, in the fact, poor devil on him. Or it had been. Something had happened the treatment along with, determined Colony. Something important. Ranma would disappear per extended periods, and nobody knew where. He did not speak of him. It was not, in the fact, acting like Ranma. He acted as if he finally matured himself. Hmm... how much made a curse must do for a long time with its immaturity? The telephone sounded, interrupting Colony musing. " Moshi Moshi. " " Oh, you. They have not heard of you in awhile long, --" of the doctor " you... you you are not serious? You Are? Oh, Goddess... " " I will come well, of course. They as much swear me to its service as anyone of the rest of the brotherhood. Specially since I am the only female IN the brotherhood, and I it will have to make sure you you do not advise it bad with its masculine perspective... " " I do not see which so is amused. Hmmph. I will satisfy tomorrow " She there to Him hung for above. The thoughts on Ranma, champú, the art, mainly banished. There was something extremely more important to consider. The darkness had returned. IT MUST have returned -- Because the model had.