Ranma Saotome - Ranma 1/2 - Illustrations

A Stormy Night in Nerima: Ranma and Akane Finally Surrender to a Passion that Transcends Curses and Forms

The rain was a relentless percussion against the tiled roof of the Tendo Dojo, a constant, drumming rhythm that seemed to seep into the very wood of the ancient building. Inside, the world had shrunk to the warm, amber glow of a single lamp in Ranma Saotome’s room. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, old tatami, and the sharp, clean smell of the antiseptic Akane was dabbing onto the cut above his eye.