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The next day was more normal as it did not contain Ranma jumping out the window, neither was there a scream of hatred from outside. Yet there was a single strange occurrence involving Ranma. I had opted to talk to him after we left school for the day. In the end we ended up walking towards his current residence. Eventually I had to ask, “So how did you become a prince in that place in China?”

Ranma looked at me with a glare that would have wilted anyone who has not had to deal with Haruhi. Eventually he had relented, “I got drafted.” after he said that he snorted and tried to let things drop.

This confused me though. Usually a person gets drafted by a higher authority into putting you in their services or services of another. Such as getting drafted into an army during wartime, or getting coerced by a peer or co-worker into volunteer or committee work, or even forced by a cute girl to join a strange club with weird and vague objectives. To be picked off the street of a foreign country and forced to become a ruler of a new country can not even be calculated at such a small possibility, therefore he must not be telling everything.

So being the cat about to be killed by the dangerous demon known as curiosity I am, I had to clarify, “Did they just pick you at random or was there a reason?”

Ranma laughed, almost maniacally so, then he responded, “I think it was their idea of revenge, they all wanted it, and they dumped their problems on me like everyone else.”

I tried to picture what he described and what I knew about him. The clearest picture was several people standing around who owned large piece of land accusing him of dishonoring marriage commitments and someone accusing him of some offense forcing him to become a prince so he could be held responsible for their problems for them. A sacrificial wolf in lamb's clothing. That picture would only prove more correct as time went on.

The Terror of Haruhi Suzumiya and Ranma Saotome, Chapter 2