Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma, and I must say,
I like it that way. So... Enjoy!
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Ranma growled, and pounded his fist against the wall. For the past few
minutes, he'd been staring at the wall, unable to proceed due to sheer
exhaustion. Before that, he'd been going all out, trying to get a new
technique.
A Master of Martial Arts. Able to pick up anything just from watching.
These comments and more had been about himself, and yet, he always pushed
himself to do more. Go farther. Learn it all. Be the best.
Was it the weapon? He shook his head, sweat still dripping from it,
though slowing. It couldn't bee. He'd been taught that weapons made you
dependant, weak... Besides, it wasn't like it was a serious weapon. So that
wasn't it.
He stood, and wiped his forehead, staring at his wet hand. Maybe he
should try his cursed form? True, the person he'd seen executing the
technique was a girl, but then, so was Cologne, and he'd learned all of her
techniques; and could do them in both forms. No, it wasn't that. He was
missing something.
With a sigh, he got into position, and began trying again, knowing
that, with enough time, he'd figure it out. He began to spin, and, determined
as ever, cried out once again.
"Pink Sugar Heart Attack!"
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So Sue me. I was really, really bored. C&C welcome... though I don't really
intend to edit it anymore than I've done already... Ohyeah!
I don't own Sailor Moon, either. As much as I'd like to, all credit for that
attack phrase goes to Takeuchi Naoko. Hope you all got as much out of it as I
did. Err... actually.. I hope you got more.. I'm still bored..
I like it that way. So... Enjoy!
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Ranma growled, and pounded his fist against the wall. For the past few
minutes, he'd been staring at the wall, unable to proceed due to sheer
exhaustion. Before that, he'd been going all out, trying to get a new
technique.
A Master of Martial Arts. Able to pick up anything just from watching.
These comments and more had been about himself, and yet, he always pushed
himself to do more. Go farther. Learn it all. Be the best.
Was it the weapon? He shook his head, sweat still dripping from it,
though slowing. It couldn't bee. He'd been taught that weapons made you
dependant, weak... Besides, it wasn't like it was a serious weapon. So that
wasn't it.
He stood, and wiped his forehead, staring at his wet hand. Maybe he
should try his cursed form? True, the person he'd seen executing the
technique was a girl, but then, so was Cologne, and he'd learned all of her
techniques; and could do them in both forms. No, it wasn't that. He was
missing something.
With a sigh, he got into position, and began trying again, knowing
that, with enough time, he'd figure it out. He began to spin, and, determined
as ever, cried out once again.
"Pink Sugar Heart Attack!"
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So Sue me. I was really, really bored. C&C welcome... though I don't really
intend to edit it anymore than I've done already... Ohyeah!
I don't own Sailor Moon, either. As much as I'd like to, all credit for that
attack phrase goes to Takeuchi Naoko. Hope you all got as much out of it as I
did. Err... actually.. I hope you got more.. I'm still bored..