Soon the Sailor Senshi left, leaving Gosunkugi alone in his room. The second the girls were out of sight, he dashed over to his closet, swung the door open and shut himself inside. There he sat, curled up into a little ball, eyes twitching left and right as he tried to watch every shadow simultaneously.
What had he done? He had grievously hurt one of the Dark Generals, an evil sorcerer of such arcane might that even the Sailor Senshi had admitted being unable to stop him! Worse, that sorcerer was also in command of an entire army of vicious demons!
If there was one thing that Gosunkugi was certain of, it was that Jadeite could never, ever be given the slightest reason to suspect that the Dark Lords were still alive. Exposing Ranma's subterfuge was absolutely out of the question. If it got back to the General that the Senshi were fighting in Nerima again...
No, Ranma and his youma would have to be left alone. After all, everyone deserved a chance, didn't they? Who was to say, really, that even an evil creature like her couldn't still turn over a new leaf if she wanted to? It was certainly possible!
And so—congratulating himself on his magnanimous decision—Gosunkugi proceeded to spend the rest to the day cowering in that closet.