Tro-Bal smiled as he carried a sack filled with all sorts of goodies. He’d been dropped off at his uncle’s hut for the week while his parents went off to Hong Kong for a relaxing wedding anniversary.
Sure, his parents let him take along a lot of his toys with him, but being a modern child alone in the middle of nowhere without running water or electricity...
No television, no internet, no modern baths, no toilets. Oh, and throw in the fact all the water around the place was cursed, and that meant it would only be him and his uncle for a week, and Tro-Bal wasn’t all that pleased.
And to top it off, there were no kids around either. His cousin Plum was off with her mother in the city, leaving it literally with JUST him and his uncle. So what if he dyed her hair to match her name the last time he came over? It was all in good fun!
It suddenly made sense why his parents let him bring along all his favorite toys. He’d need the entertainment.
Or, that’s what Tro-Bal thought. Once the foreigners started arriving to the valley, things really started to pick up. He’d got to see the curse first-hand when the old guy fell in and came out a panda. Interesting, but yawns-ville. This was freaking CHINA! Chances were, if you looked hard enough in the wilds, you could find enough panda to shake a bamboo chute at.
But then the younger man fell into another of the cursed springs... and out came one of Tro-Bal’s favorite movie monsters! GOJIRA!
Or was it Godzilla? The pirated copy he got had ‘Godzilla’ written on the screen in English, but it sounded like they were saying ‘Gojira’.
Oh well, point of the matter was, Tro-Bal LOVED the Japanese monsters, and it seemed the cursed springs didn’t just work on what drowned in there, but what got dunked in! This was proven fact to Tro-Bal when some other foreigner came around and jumped into one of the springs, one which Tro-Bal had accidentally thrown his Gamera model around like a Frisbee into. In went human, out came the almighty hero of children, GAMERA!
This was a kid’s dream come true, and Tro-Bal knew he had to capitalize on it! So, deciding a course of action, he went back into the hut and took his uncle’s map of the Valley. It had markings to point out which springs held what curse, and more importantly, which springs were still blank templates.
And what good would Gojira and Gamera be if these two heroic monsters had no mean monsters or friendly rival Kaiju to battle, and thus, get into great yet entertaining destruction across the landscape?
That was why Tro-Bal had no trouble throwing his favorite toys and models of classic Kaiju into Springs with no templates. He would leave them in for a bit before he’d use his uncle’s pole to try and fish them out. After all, while he had to make-sure the springs took on the template of the toy he threw in, it would have been a sin if he left them in for too long and thus ruined them. After all, these were expensive to buy and harder to get into China thanks to his country’s choice of domestic policy and importing goods from other countries.
Still, before Tro-Bal could finish his work, he heard screaming. Looking up, he blinked his eyes as he saw a purple haired woman screaming her head off as she came down into the valley for a splashdown...
Tro-Bal grinned a happy little smile. Oh goody! She was going to land in one of the Springs he’d gotten around to creating!
*SPLASH*!
Ranma blinked his eyes. He may have been the King of Kaiju, but even he felt nervous as this plucky young girl with expressive green eyes and blue-haired in a pony-tailed that draped over her shoulder bounced up and down as she hugged him tightly around the neck.
=Gojira! Gojira! It’s Gojira!= The energetic girl cried out in Mandarin Chinese. She’d been a fan of pop-culture from all around Asia. Hong Kong, Korea, and ESPECIALLY Japan. And Gojira was one of her absolute favorites.
Rubbing her left temple with her hand, Elder Khu-Long considered going to get some of her favored medicinal herbs. While she was very upset with what had just transpired with her great-granddaughter... this younger Amazon was just sucking out any seriousness from the situation. =Mao Yin!= Khu-Long shouted just loud enough for the younger Amazon to hear, yet not worsen her oncoming migraine.
Blinking her eyes, Mao Yin turned towards the aged Elder. =Yes, Elder Khu-Long.=
=Slacken your grip, you’re chocking the thing,= Khu-Long told the girl.
At that, Mao Yin turned to look towards Gojira, who’s eyes were a little bulged, and his scales taking on a yellowish tint from lack of oxygen. =Oops.=
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