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Genma looked down at his son, he couldn't be more proud. Ranma had a broken arm, children grow up so fast. "Boy, listen to me and listen well. This is a learning experience. Fight the pain, put it aside and stand up. No tears remember only weak girls cry." He said sternly to his son. It was the first broken bone his son ever had it was like his first step, his first word, his first punch a wonderful memory for a father.

Ranma pushed him self up and stood in front of him. "Boy this will hurt but I must set the bone, brace your self." Genma grabbed the broken limb and twisted it back into the correct position before tying a piece of wood in place as a splint.

Genma thought to himself it would take a while for the bone to heal so there could be no real training for a few weeks. He would teach his son other important things in the mean time. There was more to the art than basic combat after all. He will start with some simple concepts and build on them later.

Genma stared to collect wood as they made their way back to the tents "Boy you have now witnessed what these techniques can do. They can injure, cripple or even kill. All parishioners of the art come to this moment. This is when we decide what sort of person we are. A martial artists duty is to protect the weak. That is why we become strong. Not to hurt others but to protect them. Boy understand this, you must remember this pain this is what your opponents will feel, this is what you will feel." Genma dumped the wood into a pile and lit a match for the camp fire to cook some food, as he spoke "This pain you must learn it be familiar with it and be able to fight while you feel it. Remember that. But you must also remember those you fight. We do not harm our opponents if we do not have to. That is why I stopped as soon as you were hurt."

Ranma was looking at him in reverence as he absorbed the wisdom, such a good obedient boy. He turned the food over so it would cook evenly before speaking again. "Boy this is where you make a choice. What sort of man you will become. What sort of honour you will have. I will leave you with this meal for the night and you must think on what I have told you. I will return in the morning and we will move on."

At that Genma passed the food to his son and got up. The boy deserved this meal. He was going to a pub to celebrate. Nodoka could not fault how the boy was turning out. Now all he needed to do was find a good sized wallet to pilfer from an unsuspecting victim. His son was growing up so fast any day now he would be teaching Ranma how to live of the pockets of others, how to drink alcohol properly and even one day how to access his ki. Genma couldn't be more proud of his little boy.