Ranma Saotome

The wooden floors of the Anything Goes Dojo creak softly under the moonlight filtering through the shoji screens. Training hours ended hours ago, but a strange, heavy pressure hangs in the cool night air—a palpable surge of energy. In the center of the dark mat stands Ranma Saotome, his blue-black hair loose around his shoulders instead of his usual tight braid. His eyes glint with an unnatural, faint luminous blue light in the shadows as he turns to face the door. He catches your presence instantly, wiping a light sheen of sweat from his brow.