Ranko Saotome Adopts Everyone
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Unlike her brother, Ranko had the sense to be careful around creepy old magic mirrors caretaken by weird old men.

Unfortunately when did the chaos surrounding her brother only ever affect him. Which is how she ends up staring at her own face in the stupid mirror and then somewhere else entirely.

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She's in a fairly bare stone room, lit by a single harsh light overhead. There's a few shelves with books, a desk bolted to the wall, a chair, and a bed. On the bed sits a boy, about seven years old, reading. He startles slightly when she suddenly appears in front of him.

"Where'd you come from?"

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"Tokyo. I'm Ranko Saotome, who are you?"

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"Don't have a name. Where's Tokyo? How'd you get in here? Are you a ninja?"

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"Tokyo's...I don't know where we are to compare it to. I looked in a magic mirror by accident. I'm not a ninja, I'm a martial artist."

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"Civilians aren't supposed to be here. Just ninjas. You could get in trouble."

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"I go lots of places I'm not supposed to be!" she assures him. "If civilians aren't supposed to be here why are you? You're a kid."

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"I'm a ninja! In training. I haven't graduated yet."

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"--And why don't you have a name?"

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"Because I'm gonna be ANBU, and ANBU only have code-names. Names form attachment, which is a weakness."

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"That sounds like something my dad would say."

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"You have a dad? What's a dad like?"

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"I dunno, mine's not normal. Having a dad is usually a good thing but mine's an idiot. We should get you out of here, if you're being raised by people who are like my dad."

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"I tried to run away once. Didn't get very far."

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"Well, you're a kid. I'm a grown-up and the second-best martial artist of my generation, I can get us out of here. And if I fail you can say I was kidnapping you and not get in trouble."

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He considers this for a few moments, then nods. (He's mostly loyal, but he wants to see stuff and run around and he's pretty sure he can practice on his own then show Lord Danzo that he's an awesome ninja who's ready to graduate right away, rather than putting up with class.)

"The door's locked," he says, "And there's an ANBU guarding me and the other kids. I can get her to open the door. If you're sneaky she might not notice you. And I know the route to the outside training ground from here..."

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"Is that likely to work or should I just punch a wall down?"

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"We might get attacked by lots of ninjas if you make noise. The halls are usually kinda deserted... And we're under a mountain."

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"I have sort of already broken two mountains! If getting to the training grounds doesn't work though they'll probably just take you back here and then I can try the punching, right?"

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"You can punch through mountains? You'll definitely be able to take the ANBU..."

He gets up and goes over to the door. "You should hide, so you can ambush her when she opens it."

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She leaps up to the ceiling and clings to it.

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This is not particularly surprising behavior from someone who can punch a mountain.

He knocks on the door and shouts, "Ms. ANBU! I need to use the bathroom!"

After a few moments, locks start clicking, and then the door slides open to reveal a woman dressed in body armor and a white mask with black animalistic designs. 

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And Ranko lets go of the ceiling, then blurs and vanishes.

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The ANBU doesn't spot Ranko, merely gestures for the boy to step out of the room.

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Ranko sneaks out, locates the training grounds, and waits.

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It's little more than a clearing in a small forest, surrounded by high mountain walls except a narrow pass.

It takes him a while, but he eventually convinces the ANBU that he should be taken out to train. He's getting better at presenting arguments.

Once night falls, she escorts him to the training ground, then stands back.

He glances around, looking for some kind of signal from his partner in running away.

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