In a small home in Bokuto, an angry Ryoga Hibiki wearing a spotted bandanna looked up from the weak miso soup he was calling breakfast as his 'benefactor' Ohata swaggered in. “You said you’d help me win Ukyo from Ranma, and so far you’ve done squat,” Ryoga growled. ”Unlike you who ended up fighting the very man you were partnered with against Saotome,” Jiro reminded the bandanna wearing boy of their last outing the Sunday five days prior. “I have been keeping my eye on our goals. I had a friend play delivery girl to your pretty chef, with a bunch of roses.” ”Huh, why one white one?” * * * * * *