Disclaimer: This is a parody inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi and Butch Hartman. All characters that I have not created or borrowed from other sources are theirs. This is a Fan fiction and not meant to violate the rights of those who own the rights to the Ranma One Half or Danny Phantom Series. I have no money and therefore not a good suing target. Thank you very much.
Rei-ma One Half:The Spirit Horse Chronicles
Chapter One
Genma was looking through the old cart which contained different training manuals, his choices were narrowed to one of two choices. It was either the training manual with the Cat Fist or the training manual with the Spirit Style martial arts. He thought to himself, 'Cat Fist or Spirit Style, Cat Fist or Spirit Style? If I choose the Cat Fist, I have to buy fish sasuage and get a bunch of cats together which means some work. Yet the Spirit Style has a serious of martial arts I can make the boy do and just a single ritual which just needs candles and some incense. So it would seem the latter would mean the less amount of work for me.'
Genma wanting to train the boy in a powerful martial art while avoiding too much work in making it happen, decided on the latter booklet. He even managed to get the seller to throw in some incense sticks which Genma hoped could work with the ritual to gain the 'highten spiritual power'. However, the ritual could only be performed after perfecting the forms of the Spirit Style.
The manual showed off a fighting style which in many ways it resembled his Umisenken, one of his sealed techniques. Where the Umisenken focused on the idea of a theif slipping in the backdoor and sneaking in quietly, Genma could see the Spirit Style as a ghost slipping in through the walls of the home and and moving invisibly. Or to use more techincial terms, it had moves which were not easily read by the opponent and slipped passed defenses to inflict harm almost undetectibly. The idea was the martial artist was not easily countered by the opponent as the foe was never sure of the next move.
'This is an excellent move to teach the boy since it makes it harder for people to predict the moves of the boy. It will take a couple of years to perfect it, but if this manual is correct, the powers gained by the understanding of the art should make the boy unbeatable.' Genma smiled as he went to return to the place he had the boy practicing his katas.
Years later...
Ranma was sitting on a Chinese beach trying to get in touch with the spiritual world. He was also hoping it would get him out of the sense of anger at his father for the events which he had lived through. Ranma remembered, 'First he took me to Jusenkyo, without reading the field guide for the place. He could have learned about all of the curses the place has and I wouldn't be missing my cock half the time. But no, I turn into a girl with cold water and he becomes a panda. At least the curses are reversible or I would really be kicking his ass.'
'There's also the trip to the amazon village and my pop's huge stomach got us inta trouble again by eating the champion's feast. He then had me fight the champion so they wouldn't try ta skin him and make him a replacement feast. Fortunately, my training with the Spirit Style allowed me ta knock her off without her figuring out what it was I was doing ta her. Or I thought it was a good idea before I got that kiss of dead and had to get my ass out of there. Now we're trying to out run her before she finish skinning the both of us.' Ranma remember the chaos which seemed to be following him to the edges of China.
'Now I have to perfect the art of the Spirit Style by linking my body with my spirit. Focusing the Ki of my body with the Chi of my spirit to merge into a single form of energy. Spirit and flesh becomes one as I gain the power of a ghost.' Ranma focused in the night time as the waves crashed against the shore. One hundred tiny candles were glowing with an eerie light as incense burned trying to entice the world of the supernatural.
As Ranma said on the ground, the candles started to flicker as if in the wind. Yet the tree and nighttime clouds were still. Flicking lights moved to the mystery wind before they started to go out one by one. As the candles went out, Ranma could feel the flow of the energies in his body change. Swirling and flowing from two seperate streams into a single river. As the energy in his body merged, he could feel an energy outside of his body rotate around him like an aura. It took everything Ranma had learned from the Ki manipulation of the Spirit Style to control the massive paths of energy, to keep them from becoming dangerous for his own body. To make a mistake now could spell his own personal doom, so he mediated on his own strength of personality.
The candles were down to fifity when Chi and Ki merged into a single power which the manual called Qi. Still there was the outer energy which was lashing against his skin as if it wanted into his body, just as the Qi inside his body was lashing to get out of his skin. Ranma was getting the sense there was an even greater merging of energy. Ranma decided to try and merge the outer energy with his own Qi. The candles had stopped for the moment while he made his choice, now they started to continue to go out as Ranma feel his river of Qi merge with a sea of universal spiritual energy.
Ranma could feel his body changing, being destroyed and rebuilt in a new way. Energy become flesh and flesh become energy. He began to show an aura of ghostly green light which resembled the glow of fireflies. The glow grew with a surge of power as the hundred lights continued to go out, get more bright with each flame put out. As the last candle burned, the light shrouded Ranma like a cocoon. When the final spark of fire faded, the light bursted out into the night sky like an exploding star. The area after the large boom of power was untouched, with the exception of Ranma.
Ranma could feel himself become different then he was before. Stronger and yet unsure of his body, he could feel himself filled with Qi. Looking over the landscape, he noticed something important. The ground and sea seem to be getting further away from him. Looking down, he discovered he was floating. Still in a little state of shock, he tried to understand what was happening. He tried to walk closer to the ocean and discovered he could fly. He floated over to the waves and discovered his image in the water, an image which had changed from the last time he saw it.
His hair had changed to shocking pure white as if he had been shocked to death. Yet Ranma could tell this was something else as his eyes also changed as they had turned from deep blue to glowing neon green. His clothes were tatters from the power involved with his transformation, so it looked like he would need to get a new outfit. Suddenly feeling very wobbly he fell from the sky to land in the water. He transformed into his girl side or at least a version of his girl side.
Her hair had turned from a bright red to a shade of neon pink with the same glowing eyes as his male form. Her breasts seemed to be a little more bouncy as they seemed to float on their own. He was going into a larger state of shock when he saw the change of a form which he had just gotten use to. Part of him just want to fade away from the chaos which the ritual had brought him. Which he soon did, disappearing from sight.
"What the hell?" asked Ranma as she tried to make herself come back. Concentrating hard enough, he was able to make himself visible again. Yet it was also at the moment he started to sink into the sand beneath the waters of the ocean. Making Ranma realize he was performing acts like a ghost.
"So this is the power of the Spirit Style. The question is how I get back to normal." Ranma concentrated on floating and moved out of the solid turf. Getting a grip on the ground, he tried to focus his mind on being human again. His could feel energy circling his waist as it flowed up and down his body. He looked in the water to see a redhead.
