Chapter 2: Development

The administrator of St. Maria didn't bother asking any questions when Shiho called in to tell him that she would be arriving late to school. She had prepared a story of needing to go visit a doctor in the morning, but her carefully cultivated reputation of being a sickly girl served her well. The administrator merely noted her absence and wished her well.

That left Shiho free to conduct her surveillance.

What the Tendo family had told her had been a good start, but getting more information was always a prudent thing to do before beginning any job. Countless details which people never thought to mention were of vital importance. It could be as simple as a blocked-off road that a local would of course know about, or it could be something as substantial as needed to have an explanation as to why the busybody Yamada had never heard of her before. There was no telling what piece of seeming trivia could make or break a performance.

It was not without risk, though. If somebody saw her, it would make her subsequent presentation as Ranma Saotome that much harder. The Tendos knew what she was going to do, so the risk of exposure from them was minimal, but there was always the chance that somebody else would notice her following behind the two sisters on their way to school. However, she had a plan.

Turning invisible was impossible. Everybody knew that. The reason why that was, though, was a secret known only to lovestruck schoolgirls: it was impossible to turn invisible because, by default, people already were invisible. Bus drivers, maintenance workers, bank tellers, and innumerable other extras filled the world, each as unremarkable as spectator number 261 in a sports scene. The trick wasn't becoming invisible. The trick was finding some way to get the cute upperclassman to notice you. Failing that, somebody could walk through the Tokyo Imperial Palace as ignored and forgotten as a tree in a forest.

It was as easy as tying her hair into a braid, applying some mature makeup, donning a pair of glasses, and wearing a business suit. This transformed Shiho into one of any number of nameless, faceless office ladies on her way to work. She automatically came up with a backstory and purpose for being in Nerima: Yui Ishikawa wanted to try a new route for her daily commute in the hopes of finding the man of her dreams. She sincerely doubted anybody would question her, but it was always good to have the details straight, just in case.

She met Akane and Nabiki at the entrance to their house, although only in the loosest sense of the word. She never drew nearer than a block away from them. It was close enough to observe them but far enough away as to not be directly associated with them in the minds of any passers by. As long as she, and they, didn't do anything silly, she should remain just one more nameless person in a city full of nameless people.

The two sisters walked with the purposeful speed of familiarity, but without the vigor of being in a hurry. They didn't do anything particularly noteworthy as they went. There was no stopping to chat with any anybody along the way, and there was no pausing on a bridge to stare wistfully at the river flowing underneath. It was a dull, ordinary, bland commute to school, effectively identical to a countless number of other students' throughout the city.

And then they reached their destination.

Furinkan High School was just as nondescript as the Tendo sister's trip had been. It had a large courtyard surrounded by a wall. Its metal gates were wide open, inviting the way to the tall, rectangular, four-story building in the center of the area. While the school had its own unique details, such as the sign to the side of the entrance labeling it, much like the nameless extras on the street, there was nothing about the complex itself which made it stand out as compared to the thousands of similar schools throughout the city.

What did leap out and seize Shiho's attention were the people. A mob of teenage boys, all dressed up in various sporting gear, was milling around in the courtyard in the front of the school. That alone was unusual enough to warrant further investigation, but then somebody shouted, "Akane Tendo is here!" And it was like a riot erupted. The throng charged forward at the sisters with a thunderous roar which was half shouting voices and half stampeding feet.

Nabiki immediately reacted, but only in the most minor and technical sense of the word. She didn't scream, slow down, speed up, stop, run away, or otherwise do anything substantially different. She merely diverted her path slightly. The pure anarchy in front of her could have just been a hideous statue of a man climbing a coconut tree, for all the attention Nabiki seemed to pay to it.

Akane, in contrast, didn't appear to react at all. She simply continued walking forward, straight into the oncoming mass of boys. It was as if they didn't exist at all to her. It was enough to make Shiho think that the girl hadn't noticed them, although Akane would have had to have been both blind and deaf to have missed them.

Then Akane made contact with the edge of the mob and disappeared into a whirlwind of destruction.

Shiho had to do something. She darted her head in every direction, trying to spot anything which could help. However, there were no payphones in sight, and the streets were devoid of other people. Personally intervening was out of the question as well, as she had no illusions as to how that would go. The only thing she could think to do do was to pay close attention to the assault, such that she could act as a witness in the police investigation which was sure to follow, so pay close attention she did.

It was hard to make out what she was seeing through the chaotic confusion, though. There were flurries of punching arms and kicking legs. Makeshift weapons, such as tennis rackets, and real weapons, such as nunchuckus, were swung, commandeered, and used to parry other weapons.

And then there was only three people left standing.

There was Nabiki, who was casually walking through the courtyard in complete oblivion to the chaos now behind her. There was Akane, who had stopped in the center of the large mass of fallen bodies. And there was a tall boy wearing a kendogi - a white uwagi and a dark hakama. He wielded a boken, and he aggressively pointed that wooden sword at Akane.

The boy said something, although Shiho couldn't make out what it was due to her distance, and then he charged forward.

Without the visual distraction of a crowd, it was far easier to make out what happened next. The boy swiped down with his boken, which Akane sidestepped. She used that momentum to launch a spin kick, which smashed into the boy's torso and sent him flying across the courtyard.

Akane then brushed her hair back and continued on her way into the school building.

Shiho was paralyzed with indecision of what to do next. Her first thought was of the police, except the attackers needed medical attention, except they had attacked Akane, except they were all hurt. She wasn't sure what was first, but she did know that she would need to contact the authorities. She ran off to do so.

It was several blocks before she found a payphone, and she immediately used it to call emergency services.

"There's been a big fight," Shiho said. "There were about 30 boys. They attacked a girl. They're all beaten up now."

"Where?" the dispatcher on the phone asked.

"In Furinkan High School," Shiho said.

"Furinkan High School?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for your report. We will send somebody out immediately."

"Thank you," Shiho said. She hung up the phone and went back to the school. She was sure the police would want a statement from her about what she had seen.

Upon returning to the school, though, she saw a scene very different than the one she had left. It had only been a few minutes, but about half of the boys had disappeared. Of the ones who remained, they were in different stages of recovery. There were three walking into the school, and four more were in the process of standing up. The ones on the ground were slowly rousing themselves as well.

15 minutes later, bell signaling the start of classes chimed. The courtyard was entirely devoid of people.

30 minutes later, a man with a broom finished gathering the broken debris littering the area, removing the last sign that anything untoward had happened.

45 minutes later, the courtyard was empty once again.

60 minutes later, the authorities had still not arrived.

75 minutes later, Shiho checked the sign in the front of the school to confirm that it was in fact Furinkan High School and that she hadn't given bad directions. It was and she hadn't.

90 minutes later, Shiho gave up. It was clear that nobody was coming. Morning traffic in Tokyo was bad, but it wasn't that bad. She was bored, confused, frustrated, and she had her own classes to attend as well. The subtle hints from the guidance councilor had grown more insistent over the months that if she kept missing school, it wasn't impossible for her to repeat a year. Also, it was silly in the extreme to pay for private school and not actually attend it.

She would need to find out what exactly had happened later, when she met up with Akane in the afternoon.

Akane was already waiting at the station when Shiho arrived, and while Shiho was more than eager to get some answers, it wasn't particularly urgent. There were more basic things to do first.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Shiho said as she got off of the bus. She telegraphed her intention to give Akane a hug, but Akane's failure to reciprocate, aside from a hunching of her shoulders, caused Shiho to refrain. "How long have you been here?"

"Just a few minutes," Akane said. She adjusted the strap of the sports bag she had on her shoulder, and she started walking towards the Saotome home.

Shiho ran forward a few steps and positioned herself at the open side of Akane. She tried grabbing Akane's far shoulder to pull her closer. However, Akane's flinch at the touch caused Shiho to release her and take a step away.

Apparently their relationship was not meant to be that expressive.

"What happened this morning?" Shiho asked. She hovered a respectful distance away from Akane.

"What do you mean?"

"At your school."

Akane scrunched up her face and looked at Shiho. She asked, "Did something happen?"

Shiho was flabbergast. She didn't understand how Akane wouldn't immediately know what she was talking about, and she was worried that she might have somehow hallucinated the whole thing. She asked, "You had all those boys attacking you?"

"Oh, that," Akane's statement sent a flood of relief through Shiho, before it was immediately replaced by a sense of curiosity once again. "What about it?

"What was it?" Shiho asked.

Akane's hand holding the shoulder strap of her bag clenched tight into a fist. She said, "Those are the boys I told you about." She practically spat out the word again.

"You did?" Shiho asked. She thought back, but she was sure Akane hadn't told her about them. She would certainly have remembered any discussion of a mob attack, and she didn't. The only boys she could remember were...

"Those are the boys who keep pestering me for a date," Akane said.

"That's them?" Shiho exclaimed.

"Yes. Like I said, it's annoying!"

"They attack you?" Shiho asked. She had been picturing loud confessions in the courtyard or cornering Akane in the hallway. Untoward physical advances usually meant groping, fondling, and kissing, not punches, kicks, and hockey stick swings. Shiho couldn't begin to imagine what kind of circumstances would lead to a would-be boyfriend attacking a beloved girl, let alone a mob of boys doing so. "What happened?"

"There's this upperclassman in school, Kuno-senpai." As disdainful as Akane was when saying the word "boys," her pronunciation of Kuno's name put that to shame. "At the beginning of the year, he made some stupid announcement that any boy who wanted to date me had to defeat me. And all those idiotic boys listened to him. Every day since then, I've had to fight them to get to class."

"And that's why you hired me?" Shiho asked. She could scarcely keep the disbelief out of her voice.

"Yes."

"Forget the school. This is a matter for the police!"

Akane gave a big sigh. She said, "We tried that. His family is too powerful and well connected. The police won't touch them. My father is a member of the city council, and he still can't get them to do anything. They went as far as to call the commissioner in to give a report. He gave some statement about irregularities and cracking down on them, but in the end, nothing happened."

Suddenly, the lack of response to Shiho's phone call made more sense, but a larger concern struck her.

"Wait. Then if that's the case, if we announce that I'm your fiance, then won't they all attack me?" Shiho asked. She could posture and bluff as well as anybody, but 30 people was a lot of people. If just a single boy was confident enough, or foolish enough, to challenge her, it would break the mood. After that, it was almost certain the entire mob would attack.

Akane shrugged. She said, "Maybe. Who cares? It's not like it matters."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Shiho asked. It was true that some of her clients didn't care what happened to her, but that was rare, and they never outright told her that. She tried to not jump to conclusions.

"They're weak," Akane said.

"What?" Shiho asked.

"They're weak," Akane repeated. "They're easy to beat. They're no threat."

The statement still failed to make sense to Shiho, but the way it didn't make sense had entirely changed. Apparently Akane thought Shiho could simply fend off the mob of attackers.

"There's 30 of them!" Shiho exclaimed.

"So what? I deal with them every day. They're pathetic. No challenge at all."

Shiho was suddenly feeling much less sanguine about the job. Fighting off a crowd was insanity. She could feel the temptation to quit right there and then. However, she had never failed a client in the past. No matter how boring, how dangerous, or how complicated a job was, she had always seen it through to the end. She had climbed the facade of a 10-story building, and she had faced down a serial killer with nothing more than the school uniform she wore. She wasn't about to let a bunch of school boys be the first mar on her record.

They reached the Saotome home, and Shiho opened the door for Akane to enter first. As she did so, Shiho called out, "Hey, pops!"

"What is it?" Genma asked. He was still obviously awkward with the roleplaying Shiho had suggested. In time, he might become more comfortable, but for now, as long as he wasn't outright breaking immersion for Akane, that was good enough.

"I got a problem for you," Shiho said. She slid off her shoes and lined them up next to Akane's near the entrance.

"Yeah?" Genma asked.

"I got to get good enough to beat 30 boys in a fight," Shiho said.

She was confident in her ability to perform a stage fight. It didn't matter if it was scripted or improvised, if it was against a single opponent or against a squad of opponents, or if she was supposed to win or supposed to lose. She knew she could handle it and make it look good. However, that was a very different experience than a real fight, let alone a real fight against such a large group.

"What?" Genma asked.

"Those boys I fight every morning. Ranma-kun's worried about them," Akane said. The name sounded awkward on Akane's lips as well, but there hadn't been any hesitation. It could have been worse.

"What about them?" Genma asked.

"If I just say I'm engaged to Akane-chan, I have no idea what they'll do. They might attack," Shiho said.

"Oh, that?" Genma scoffed. "They're weak. No heir of mine would break a sweat facing them."

"You do remember that I'm not really your heir, don't you?" Shiho asked.

"But they're easy. I could beat them blindfolded," Akane said.

"But there's 30 of them," Shiho said.

"How cowardly," Genma said. He emoted melodramatic lament. "To think that I raised such a pathetic heir."

Shiho rolled her eyes. She said, "I didn't say I was going to quit. I just need some help in case things go bad."

"If things go bad, then just improvise," Genma said.

Shiho was tempted to smack Genma on the head, but she resisted the impulse. She said, "That might be good enough for you, but not for me. Don't you have any secret techniques or tricks or anything?"

"It's true that the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts does have a number of desperation strikes, like the 'Crouch of the Wild Tiger' and the 'Flat Frog Fist,'" Genma said. "But I couldn't possibly teach them to an outsider."

Shiho was becoming increasingly frustrated. Genma treated her as an insider when she was an outsider, and he treated her as an outsider when she needed inside knowledge. The whiplash was vexing.

She gave a growl of displeasure which she tried to mask as a thinking hum. She asked, "Isn't there anything you can can do to help? How about some special training?"

"Special training?" Genma asked. His entire bearing perked up. "Ohh... Now that you mention it, there is something."

"Oh?" Shiho likewise perked up. That sounded very promising. "What's that?"

Genma shook his head. He said, "Don't worry about it. It'll take me a few days to get things ready. For now, we'll just do regular training like we had planned." He turned to Akane. "Hurry up and get changed." He turned back to Shiho. "And you, opening stance."

Akane ran off to one of the side rooms while Shiho dropped into the position Genma had shown her the day before.

Shiho had always expected that one day she would have a job where she would be covered in fish. She had just assumed that the fish would be premium sushi, and she would be contracted to act as a human platter for some a rich person trying to impress somebody with nyotaimori.

She had never imagined that the fish would be a long chain of questionable-quality sausage and that it would be draped around her head and torso like a sloppy diadem and tunic.

"Is this really training?" Akane asked. Her voice had a faint reverberation, reflecting the open space of the old warehouse they were in.

"Yes," Genma said. He tossed a book to Akane. "With this, Ranma will be unbeatable."

"Advanced Combat Training," Akane said, reading the title of the book.

"Sounds good," Shiho said. Any edge against that mob would be helpful. Additionally, this would give her some valuable insight into the world of Genma Saotome and what kind of life Ranma would have had growing up with him.

Akane opened the book and started flipping through it. She asked, "What's this training called?"

"The Cat Fist," Genma said. He loosely looped the two ends of his last chain of fish sausages together, completing the covering of Shiho's torso.

Shiho lifted her arms. The sausages were surprisingly heavy. The were also, less-surprisingly, pungent. The air around her was filled with the briny smell of seafood. She asked, "What's next?"

"Now," Genma said. He opened up a trap door beside him, and the mangy odor of dirty animals filled the room. It was strong enough to overwhelm the already substantial aroma of fish surrounding Shiho."Now we throw the trainee in!"

Genma grabbed Shiho by the back of her clothes and tossed her down the trap door as easily and negligently as if she were a sack of rice.

The first thing Shiho noticed was the smell. It had already been top of mind, and it had grown geometrically. She had been in zoo cages which had smelled better. That detail was abruptly shoved aside by the yowling and hissing which filled the air. The deeply foreboding sound felt far more urgent in the murky atmosphere. And then she noticed the eyes. In the dim gloom of the underground room, lit only by the shard of light from the trap door above, yellow eyes with vertical slits gleamed at her. She was surrounded by what looked like hundreds of cats, staring, blinking, and circling.

She felt very much like prey being sized up in the wilds of the jungle.

Genma's wrapping of her in fish sausages was already enough of an oddity that she was primed to think of them. Of course a cat would be interested in fish. Likely the only reason they hadn't attacked yet was due to her being substantially larger than them. She doubted a cat would attack anybody her size, but she wasn't interested in putting that assumption to the test.

She ripped the sausages off of her and flung them across the room. And, like Charlton Heston at the Red Sea, the ocean of fur parted before her outstretched arms. The cats to her left pounced to the left and the cats to her right pounced to the right, twin tsunamis in a frantic bid to be the first one to get some fish.

The cacophony of yowling quickly died away in favor of some meaty chewing all around her.

After several seconds of relative silence, Genma's voice floated down from the air above. "Are you done down there?"

"I think so," Shiho said. The cats had all eaten their fill and had dispersed. Some of them had curled up into lethargic balls, but most of them were milling around. One of the more enterprising one had nudged up to Shiho and was nuzzling her feet.

A rope flopped down from the trap door above. Shiho grabbed it and pulled herself up.

"How do you feel?" Genma asked.

"Like I stink," Shiho said. The musky warehouse was much more fresh than the pit below, but that only meant that she could better smell the fish residue still clinging to her.

"I meant the important stuff. Did you learn the Cat Fist?" Genma asked. He stared down at Shiho as if she were a wrapped birthday present begging to be opened.

Shiho didn't feel any different than before. She asked, "How would I know? What is it?"

"Hmm..." Genma said. He continued to stare, and then he threw his head back and laughed. "I don't know!"

"You don't know?" Shiho asked. "Haven't you ever done this before?"

"Nope!" Genma said, loudly and proudly. He turned to Akane and asked, "What's the book say about the technique?"

"The Cat Fist," Akane said. She stared into the book as she read. "It says you should tie the trainee up with fish sausages and then throw them into a pit full of hungry cats."

"We know that. What's what supposed to do?" Shiho asked.

Akane flipped the page. "This is a really stupid idea that only an idiot trainer would do. Anybody who would try to teach this technique should have their head examined."

Genma's froze, his face still reflecting the bravado from moments earlier.

"What?"

"It says it right here," Akane said. She turned the book to show them.

Shiho read the page concurrently with Genma.

Genma forcefully threw back his head laughed out loud again. He then abruptly stopped and shouted, "That's stupid! They should put important information like that first!" He turned to Shiho. "But never fear! I have something else. It's called the Breaking Point technique. It's an ancient martial arts secret from a village of Chinese Amazons."

"Did you say Chinese Amazons?" Akane asked.

Shiho was likewise suspicious, and all the more so given what she had just experienced. She asked, "What's that training entail?"

"It's..." Genma trailed off and looked up into the air. "I think I tie you up? And then drop boulders on you?" He looked back down at Shiho and confidently repeated, "That's it. I tie you up and drop boulders on you."

"You're kidding," Akane said.

"Have you ever actually done it before?" Shiho asked.

"Of course not!" Genma laughed. "That's what makes the training special!"

"I'm thinking maybe we should just stick with regular training going forward," Shiho said.

Akane nodded in agreement.

If Shiho had been the fiancee, rather than the fiance, she would have acted very differently. Depending on the nature of their relationship, she most likely would have given an energetic greeting to her beloved, clung to his arm as they walked, and teased him about something as they went.

Akane did none of that. She gave a casual greeting to Shiho at the bus stop they met at, and then she walked a respectable distance from her as they went to the Saotome home. It was a good thing that they had decided they were a pre-A relationship, because she was sure Akane wasn't ready for anything more serious than holding hands, if even that. However, that was fine. Relationships came in many different shapes and forms. Shiho would just need to adapt, which was exactly the point of the past few days together. Akane was becoming more comfortable around Shiho, and Shiho was learning more nuances about Akane.

"Did you do something good?" Shiho asked. There was a glint, a sense of smug accomplishment, to Akane's eyes. It meant she had done something she was proud of.

Akane blinked, and that look was gone, replaced by one of confusion. She asked, "How did you guess?"

"It's just how you look," Shiho said. "So what is it?"

Akane unzipped her sports bag, dug through the clothes inside of it, and pulled out a VHS cassette. Her face beamed as she said, "This. It's a recording of my morning fights. I was thinking if you're so worried about them, then maybe Saotome-ojisan could use this to help you prepare with some special training... with some special regular training," she hastily corrected herself.

"Oh, that does sound good. Thanks," Shiho said. She almost reached over to hug Akane, but she restrained herself. It was the natural thing for a boyfriend to do, but she was sure Akane wouldn't appreciate it.

The pair reached the Saotome home, and Shiho once again opened the door for Akane to enter first.

"Pops!" Shiho called out as she slid off her shoes. "Akane-chan's got a great idea."

"What's that?" Genma appeared at the entrance a moment later.

"That," Shiho said. She pointed at the recording that Akane held up for display. They then jointly repeated what they had discussed on the way from the bus station to the house.

Genma took the cassette, and the whole group migrated to the living room. Once there, Genma slid the cassette into a VCR and turned it on. The three of them then proceeded to watch the video.

It had been recorded from a classroom on an upper floor of the school, which meant they had a clear view of the entire area from above. Much like the scene Shiho had seen in person, there was a mob of boys standing in the middle of the courtyard. However, from this angle, she could also see that the boy wearing the kendogi who had remained standing near the end wasn't actually part of the main group. He lingered behind, between the mob and the school.

"That's Kuno-senpai," Akane said, pointing at that lone boy.

On the screen, Akane walked into view at a deliberate but unhurried pace. This continued as all the boys, besides Kuno, charged at her in a cluster of confusion.

It was like watching a bowling ball crash into a mass of pins. Or rather, it was like watching a mass of pins fling themselves at a bowling bawl. The boys engulfed her, but it was clear that Akane was the dominant one in the fight. There was an obvious aura around her, and any boy who dared to transgress its boundary found himself on the ground. Some were merely knocked down with a swift punch or throw. Others were sent flying further away as the result of a more exotic technique. Regardless, everybody who came within range was swiftly neutralized, and everybody else swarmed around like so many gnats before they, too, manged to get close enough to meet the same fate.

After several seconds of bedlam, order was restored to the scene by default. Everybody was on the ground except for Akane and Kuno.

Kuno pointed his boken at Akane in a threatening manner and then charged forward. He lasted several seconds longer than the other boys had, but he was ultimately sent flying across the courtyard by a swift kick.

Akane swept her hair back and glanced up at the camera. She then resumed her walk into the school, leaving the mass of boys on the ground behind her.

There was the briefest glimpse of static before the scene on the TV repeated itself. The crowd of boys was once again milling around in the center of the courtyard, and Akane once again walked into the frame. The boys all charged forward once again, and the bowling ball crash happened once again.

"Did you record it on a loop?" Shiho asked.

"No, this was Thursday's fight," Akane said.

"It looks the same," Shiho said.

"I know. I said they were easy, didn't I? If they varied their attacks, I might be okay with it for practice or something, but they do the same thing every time. It's so useless," Akane said.

The Akane on the screen once again kicked Kuno away and walked into the school. It was clearly different, in that this time Akane didn't look up at the camera, but it was the only real change Shiho noticed.

And then the scene repeated itself a third time. Everything seemed practically identical. There might have been variations, but they were subtle at best. The whole experience was giving Shiho some sense of what Akane was going through. Shiho was finding it tedious enough, and she had only been watching for a few minutes. She could only imagine needing to actually do it in person day after day for months on end.

"Akane-chan, I'm disappointed in you," Genma said as the fourth fight raged on.

"Huh?" Shiho and Akane both asked.

"You're doing the same thing every time," Genma said. He shook his head. "A practitioner of Anything Goes should know better than that. That's a big weakness you'll need to work on."

Akane looked down to the floor and said, "Sorry."

"But for now, that's an opportunity," Genma said. "The enemy is fighting in a pattern, too. You keep doing what you are doing for now, and we can set a trap for them."

"Oh..." Akane said. Her eyes widened.

Shiho looked back and forth between Akane and Genma. Clearly she had missed something. She asked, "What's that mean?"

"Let me show you," Genma said. He stopped the VCR and began to rewind it. "Watch carefully. There's a boy with boxing gloves. He always attacks with a right-left combo. And there's a boy who's wearing a baseball uniform who always dives for Akane-chan's legs."

"Okay," Shiho said, extending out the word. She wasn't sure what the value of that was. "So what does that matter?"

"That means we can tailor the response for them all. If you can memorize the pattern I've been doing, then you should be able to do the same," Akane said.

"Ohh..." Shiho said. That did sound very promising.

"Only, be careful," Genma said. "What I was just saying to Akane-chan holds true for the enemy, too. There's no guarantee they'll do the same thing they always do. You need to be ready to adapt."

"And how do I do that?" Shiho asked.

"With more training, of course," Genma said. He laughed out loud. He then started the VCR playing again. "Now you watch closely. And Akane-chan, I'll show you how to break apart an opponent's fighting style. Let's start with the boy with the swim trunks."

Last Updated: October 21, 2021