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[h1]Mahora Campus- Train That Looks Like a Giant Children's Toy Going Off To New Adventures[/h1]
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Nodding as she saw enough people fill up the train, Chao simply waited until everybody got on the slightly kiddy looking vehicle (in Ranma's case, it was rather literally considering he was sitting atop the thing rather than in where the mostly sane were) before pressing a button. With that go ahead, the train began to chug on ahead with the telltale sign of a whistle. Slow at first but then rapidly picking up speed, the thing became a blur as it sped towards the east. For those that weren't on the train, they would be able to catch a ride on the second vehicle that pulled up, looking much like the first though palette-swapped in darker colors. 

As the first batch of would be rescuers settled down, the scenery would rapidly begin to change. Orderly buildings and Japanese streetsigns soon gave way to a vast grass plain, dotted every now and then with nonsensical food trees. Beasts such as a herd of cheese colored cows ambled by, chewing the cud of the grass while the sky overhead was a beautiful blue color of early morning. Ranma saw all this and relaxed a bit more even as he idly stuck onto the top of the bullet train via usage of ki, enjoying the wind pressure like a regular person the breeze. His eyes however continued to sweep the surrounding from his perch, and at the sign of any trouble accruing, swift action would be taken. 

Strangely, the ending of tracks in Mahora did nothing to curb the Denliner's enthusiasm given the thing seemed to be making its own tracks appear underneath. If anything that answered another one of Ranma's questions given the fact that not all places would have the same features that another chunk might be able to make use of. Rather handy this thing was, though it was still tacky. Given the speeds at which the repurposed vehicle was traveling, it wasn't long before the edge of the medieval territory was reached- though his enjoyment of the train ride was rather curbed by the fact they were closing in on a small hamlet village that was all but burning almost maliciously merrily, wooden cottages with their thatched straw roofs all but easy fuel for the fires. Cries of hapless people rang in the air as well as the sound of running feet, before coarse laughter of rough men rang out. 

The situation was indeed as bad as Ranma had thought when his gaze saw exactly what was happening. Peasants, poor folks who tilled the land in their rough garments were indeed being harassed by ne'er-do-wells. It was the villains that seemed out of place in this medieval society, given the fact they appeared to belong to giant mohawked bikers in leather jackets bulging with muscles and armed with various weapons including what looked like a flamethrower. Before the train fully stopped a scant fifty feet away, Ranma swept forward with an angry look on his face and smashed his leg into a giggling simpleton that was about to cut down a small girl. His dynamic entry succeeding, the much bigger man was launched with all the force of a cannonball away. "You ugly suckers need a good thrashing." Reaching out and snatching an abandoned gardening hoe, the boy literally jumped at the call and began expertly thwacking angered friends of the downed bandit. Elsewhere, more hooligans were spreading out from the village and approaching the train with the intention of hijacking it even as the other half continued to make havoc within the previously sleepy hamlet. 

Time was of the essence if people were to be saved, and thus the pigtailed boy laid into the raiders with a fury that was missing when the insects attacked. If anything, he was shocked that people would be doing something so blatant. Even in Nerima people weren't as unethical as this and most of the fights happened due to misplaced pride and dirtied honor. Twirling the makeshift weapon, he made use of the angled head to pull and push people off their game before smashing the metal head into their flesh and blood ones, crumpling them down with the inhuman force he was capable of dishing out. Sometimes the boy even let go of the hoe and flung it into the surroundings, making people step on the head and have the shaft slam in between their eyes like a slapstick comedy before smashing a fist harder than most iron into their temples and retaking his tool to expertly parry and dodge axes, chains, and nail bats.   

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[h1]Seedy Cesspit of Crime and Human Filth, Roanapur[/h1]
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The Hispanic man nodded rapidly like a bobble-head, his sweat slicked face caught in an uneasy and wooden smile as he found that some of the people were interested in the job. "T-that's good... After you've gone out and caused havoc, our gangs will send in sweepers to take care of the rest. THe place is practically a giant meal ticket, having enough land to grow both food and drugs t-that old girl Roanapur needs. Mines full of iron that can be turned into b-bullets... You'll all get quite a lot of benefits for helping, h-hehehe..." Basically, with their displacement from modern day Earth, the port town city needed to be able import the necessities from the rest of the surroundings to supplant the old one that they were torn from. The fact that things were more survival of the fittest worked well to their advantage, considering their neighbors were either technologically better but rather soft or with lower tech bases that couldn't fight against firearms and explosives. 

"A-anyway, to get on over there, j-just take a boat to the west until you hit the shoreline dotted with the fishing villages. From there, just make your way inland and take out the pesky dragon riding nobles holed up in the nearby castle." The gangster stated, his hands performing a vaguely fly-like motion as he tried to make himself as non-threatening as possible in the midst of the super powered freaks. His armed compatriots shifted uneasily as they've watched the fight from start to finish, seeing just how easily these people can kill and dole out damage, to the point where they were put on the same level as a certain Terminator-esque maid.