The Kanto Rare Sword and Antique Arms Show was a huge event. The organizers had worked tirelessly and used amazing powers of persuasion to put the event together. They had somehow managed to get museums and private collectors from all over the world to bring their most historically significant blades to display for the public. To anyone with any interest in swordsmanship and its history had to be at this event.
However, there was also on display several swords there reputed to have magical properties or even in some cases to be cursed. Due to this, the event also drew in a number of the more esoteric crowds such as priests and spiritualists as well as those with an interest in magic.
One unlikely face in the crowd was Ranma Saotome. He had come because he had heard there was supposed to be a holy sword from Europe there said to be able to remove curses. Genma Saotome and Soun Tendo had accompanied him, as Genma was not one to miss out on a possible cure either. At the fathers' insistence, in another attempt to force their children together, Akane Tendo also came with them.
As this event had to do with swords and swordsmanship, Tatewaki Kuno's presence was not at all surprising. However, he was not there just to admire the fine blades. He had heard there was a sword there that would assist him in defeating the foul sorcerer and free his loves from the evil spell that held them in thrall. Said sword was reputed to have the ability to steal the mojo of the victim, leaving them completely devoid of any appeal to the opposite sex. Surely that would break the nave's insidious source of power.
The Aoyama family had a booth at the show displaying several of their own priceless pieces. However, that was just a cover for the true reason Tsuruko and Motoko were there. The true purpose of their presence was to guard against the possibility of some fool unwittingly releasing one of the various cursed weapons on display. They were horrified to hear such weapons would be put on exhibit in such a public venue. It was a recipe for disaster.
One such weapon was on display was the Reiki nodachi in a booth attended by the Natsume sisters, Maya and Aya. Maya had been reluctant to attend with the Reiki, but the money they were offered to be there was just too generous for her to decline given the dwindling state of the Natsume family's finances.
Another unlikely group in attendance was the Sailor Senshi. While some of the girls, like Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, and Haruka Ten'oh, were interested in the event itself, most of them would have been much less out of place at the local mall. The reason they were there at all was due to the fact that Rei had a premonition that their presence would be needed.
Akane hadn't wanted to come, but now she was glad she did. She hadn't expected there to be so many girls interested in old swords but it turned out that a significant percentage of the crowd were young women—young, seemingly unattached women. Consequently, she was watching Ranma like a hawk, her hands clenching and unclenching in preparation to prevent him from doing something perverted to one of those innocent girls.
Ranma was oblivious to the girls and the obvious attention being directed his way. He was too busy keeping a close eye on his old man. There were far too many valuable items on display here and he knew Genma would be tempted to liberate something if he thought he could get away with it. Ranma wasn't about to allow that to happen, at least not before they found what they came here for.
Not far behind the Tendos and Saotomes a pair of star-struck girls followed. One was a shapely blonde with a big red bow in her hair and the other was a tall, busty brunette. Both of them were practically drooling as they commented to each other about the various interesting aspects of Ranma's physique and speculated as to whether or not he was available.
"He looks just like my old senpai," Makoto said dreamily.
"He's definitely build like a stick bird house," Minako mentioned, drawing a confused look from her companion.
"You don't suppose he's with that frumpy girl, do you?" Makoto wondered.
"Wha-?" Minako squeaked. "Surely not! He could do much better than that flat-chested tomboy. She tromps along like a linebacker."
"No kidding," Makoto giggled cattily. "She makes me look like the height of graceful femininity."
"She makes Haruka look like the height of graceful femininity," Minako giggled back.
Makoto giggled and made a gesture as if she was licking her finger and touching it to something hot.
"Good one, Mina-chan," the brunette laughed.
He had found it! Kuno stood before the sealed sword case looking down at the heavily warded katana displayed under the thick, protective glass.
"I see you are interested in the Sword of No-Mo-Jo," the old man operating the booth smirked. "A truly fearsome weapon. It is said that there is a demon most foul imprisoned within the sword who drains the mojo of any who touch the blade leaving them impotent and broken."
"Then I must have it," Kuno intoned. "With such a blade the foul sorcerer's defeat would be assured. Open the case at once, my good man, that I might waste no time in freeing my loves from the evil spell enslaving them."
"Oh no, sir," the old man smirked. "I'm afraid that's out of the question. You will just have to find another weapon to fight this 'foul sorcerer'. You see, there is a price for wielding this sword—"
"Price matters not," Kuno interrupted, snapping his fingers. Sasuke appeared with a briefcase full of cash. "No cost is too great if it means the cur Saotome's defeat!"
The old man looked between the pompous youth and the cash several times before shrugging. He had been about to say the cost was the wielder's own mojo, but then again, the boy didn't appear to have much to begin with. He probably wouldn't miss it.
"Very well, young sir," the old man chuckled, taking the case of case and unlocking the display case. "But consider yourself warned; this weapon is as dangerous to the user as it is for the foe."
"Nonsense," Kuno dismissed. "Am I not Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, greatest swordsman in all of Japan?" Kuno reached into the case and picked up the sword. "Truly only one such as I am worthy to wield such a blade."
With that he pulled the blade out of the heavily warded saya.
Ranma looked up as an explosion rocked the building from a couple booths up the isle from him.
"What treachery is this?!?" he heard Kuno's voice demand.
"Free at last! Free at last!" a squeaky voice cackled wickedly.
"Figures," Ranma sighed and began moving to the disturbance.
Mojo was not, in fact, a demon, despite what the legend of the sword he had been imprisoned in indicated. He wasn't even particularly evil. Sure, he had caused the deaths of many in his day, but he had also been responsible for many happy if unlikely couples. Mojo was, in fact, the Imp of Indiscriminate Coitus.
Nothing made Mojo happier than causing the most mischievous sexual encounters whether it be a noble Samurai and a Eta, or a princess being taken in the street like a common whore by every man in the area. Mojo had even been responsible for the concept of Manly Samurai Love. The looks of horror on those noble arrogant faces when they realized who they had sex with was just too amusing.
Unfortunately, it was his penchant for amusing himself that had eventually led to him being imprisoned in that accursed sword for a few centuries as he drained the mojo of those the sword had been used against and the occasional dupe that hadn't taken the proper precautions before attempting to use the sword.
This last fool hadn't had much, but it had been just enough for Mojo to get the last tiny bit of power he needed to break the seal and free himself.
The tiny two foot tall imp jumped to the top of a partition and began laughing joyfully at having finally won his freedom, so involved with patting himself on the back he didn't even noticed the extreme concentration of powerfully being closing in on him, preparing to send him right back to oblivion.
That is until a heavy impact slammed into the side of his head and sent him flying into a concrete support column.
Ranma kicked the little laughing freak in the head and sent it into a column. As he came down, he idly noted that Kuno stood in the middle of the blast zone, looking a lot like Gosenkugi, his gi top and hakama charred and his hair smoking as he looked at the tsuka of what had been a sword in his hand.
Still, it didn't look as serious as it could have been. Whatever Kuno had released looked pretty weak. Ranma turned his attention to the short demon as it got to its feet and shook its head.
"Boy did you pick the wrong place to attack, ya little freak," Ranma informed the creature. "I'm gonna send you right back to where ya came from."
"Young fool," Mojo snarled. "It will take more than a little boy to defeat me! I was just planning on leaving this place now that I'm free, but now you have made me angry. Now I'm going to make your life hell."
In the brief moment of contact, Mojo had learned several things about his opponent. First and foremost were the boy's problems with the opposite sex. If he thought three violent girls chasing him for marriage was bad, just wait until he had soiled the honor of several more. Mojo smirked as he saw several strong candidates arrive on the scene. This was working out nicely. He could eliminate several attackers in one shot.
"Hope you got a lot of stamina, boy!" Mojo shouted as he fired a blast of lightning-like power at the boy.
Ranma tried to leap out of the way but the blast followed him. All he could do was brace himself as the jagged arc slammed into him...and passed through him with seemingly no effect.
What he didn't know is that the blast came out the other side and spilt apart in several different directions to strike a number of girls that had come rushing up behind him to fight the escaped demon.
"Hah!" Ranma smirked. "Is that the best you got, ya little freak? I didn't even feel that!"
Mojo blinked in dismay. The boy should have been ignoring him at this point in favor of the girls the blast had linked him to. They should have been tearing each other's clothing off and starting an orgy right there in front of him. The imp looked more closely at the boy's ki flows and suddenly understood. The boy was a warrior monk who had sealed his libido—curious since the boy clearly wasn't a virgin. Mojo was almost powerless against such a person...almost being the operative phrase there.
"My powers might not effect you, young monk, but take a look behind you," the imp smirked.
"Yeah, right, like I'm gonna fall for that," Ranma snorted.
However, the imp's laughter rang out as Ranma's sensed something behind him and he looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened as he saw several girls looking at him with hungry looks in their eyes as they stalked closer to him while undoing their clothing.
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