First of all sorry that there is still no Ranma FF continuation, but there's something new for that, well, I hope you like it!

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The snowstorm that had lasted for months this year was still raging outside.
The little room was dimly lit, only a tiny kerosene lamp threw its measly light into the chamber. The air in the modest hut was ice cold and the window in the north wall was covered from top to bottom with ice crystals, it was impossible to see through. There was hardly any equipment, a narrow cot was against one wall, opposite a fireplace, the fire of which had been out for some time.
The most magnificent thing in the room was probably the huge armchair. Its back, which grew wider as it went higher, was covered with a red silk-like fabric that was attached to the edge by rubies instead of rivets. The armrests were made of black ebony and at the end of the armrest, where you put your hand on it, the canine teeth of a snow wolf were knocked through.The seat of the armchair was lavishly decorated and had the initials K.K.B. on. The four round legs of the chair had runes carved into them that glistened with a light silver. The armchair exuded power, although no one was sitting on it and probably no one would ever sit on it again, but this armchair was probably the throne of a powerful person.
A young man knelt in front of the clay, his head bowed so that his slightly longer, black hair covered his face. The hands, which were warmed by furry gloves, clasped as if in a prayer, the somewhat slender body wrapped in the fur and fur of every animal that lived in this cold region.
His lips uttered words too quiet to hear.
After his prayer he looked up and stared sadly with his brown eyes at the chair.
“Forgive me father.” He bowed his head again, then released his grip.
Suddenly the door swung open and snow blew into the room.
“Get up!” A man dressed like the boy stepped into the hut and closed the door behind him.His boots covered in snow, his clothing stained with blood, his auburn hair shoulder-length and disheveled, as did his beard. His angry look caught the boy's head, but the latter did not respond to the older man's request.
“You should get up!” The man took a step closer and the many small spikes that were attached to the soles of the boots bored into the icy ground.
"You are not my father ..." The younger boy's head sank even further and turned a little to the side.
"But I am your uncle and your closest relative. You have to listen to me, so get up!" he shouted angrily.
"I have no one to hear, I'm old enough."
"And that's why you avoided the battle? You defile the name of your father, my brother!"
The young guy turned around with a jerk, then stood directly in front of the older one and scowled at him, his left eyelid twitching slightly.
"My father died because of this war and my mother died because of my father's death!""Your father died fighting for his people, an honorable death for a warlord and tribal leader!"
"War, fight, honorable death, it's always the same!"
“You, as the son of such a man, should actually follow in his footsteps and fight for his people just like him.” The man's gaze now rested calmly on his nephew.
The boy's eyes closed and he sighed loudly: "I just can't do it, I'm not a warrior, that's why I fled the fight beforehand."
"Kintaro.", The man took the boy's shoulder with his hand. "You should get out of here."
Kintaro looked at his uncle sadly: "Uncle Soikin, I know, I have betrayed my people and I know what the punishment is for it."
"We have to act quickly before another of the people finds you."
"But where should I go?"
"I've already thought about that, it would be best if you go to Horm, to see my son Senshu."
"To my fat one? But the only way that leads there is guarded by our opponent.""You only have to go through the pass of the iceberg Lyt, when you have passed it your way to Horm is free."
"And how should I get through there?"
"Unfortunately I can't help you there, but you're not a stupid boy, you can think of something." Kintaro nodded at his uncle's answer.
"Hm okay, I have no other option, if I don't go I'll die anyway."
"You can do it." Soikin conjured up a backpack from behind his back and handed it to Kintaro. "Here is provisions and lighter clothing, you've never been to the southern north of Lyt, you will need them." Soikin had to grin, although it was not much warmer in the southern north of Lyt, but still not as cold as in Kyon, the village of Kintaro.
"Thank you uncle.", The young man took the rucksack, shouldered it, opened his mouth to say something, hesitated a moment, but then said: "You know why I can't fight." His uncle nodded."You don't need to say it, you'd better go. Oh yes, there is a card from Horm in the backpack with a description of where my son lives. And now go!" Soikin went to the door, opened it and stuck his head out the cold to see if anyone was approaching the hut. A couple of Kyon warriors appeared in search of the traitor Kintaro.
The older man jumped out the door and called out hastily to the warriors before they saw Kintaro in the hut.
"Hey you there, he is running back there! Quickly follow him!" The warriors looked in the direction of which Soikin pointed and ran quickly.
"Come on Kintaro, now you finally have to leave. We'll definitely see each other again, take care, son of Keng-Kwin Boombarow."
"Thank you for everything uncle."
The bearded man smiled at the youth, grabbed him and pushed him out the door.
Without losing a single thought, Kintaro sneaked out of the village, out into the black, cold night.Soikin looked after his nephew
* At some point you will be able to fight, at some point you have to fight, so don't blame me for putting your father's sword in my backpack.
I just hope now that my son doesn't get you in trouble, because you can get through the pass safely. * he thought to himself, closed the door of the hut, pulled on his hood and stomped through the snow to the warriors of the tribe, he had to tell them that Kintaro was dead, so that they would stop looking for him and better look for one prepare another battle against the enemy.
A bitter war had raged between the people of Kyon and the people of Angatan for decades. One day the Angatans invaded and claimed it for themselves, but the Kyonians defended their sacred land and continue to do so.
Since the Angatans are a wandering people, new ones keep coming and that's why the war has dragged on for so long and that's why Kwan, the father of Kintaro, died after he killed the Angatan colonel and then hit the back of the head with a crossbow bolt has been.Kintaro's trips to Horm had begun.
What dangers would he face and would he really make it through the pass?