Ah, finally more Wu Quest. Also started a new Pokemon quest as well, let's hope this one doesn't get Bad-Ended. But I digress, you aren't here for that, you're here for chicanery and shenanigans.

So, Vote.

Spoiler: Which the Winner is right here.

[X] Why does this Dojo have a sign asking about Savage Combat?

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*Pops on Kamen Rider Openings Collection*

Aight, we good to go.

Before you stood a really nice Dojo. Or at least, you assumed it was a good one, what with having never actually seen or been to a dojo that wasn't sourced out of a mall or run by some white guy giving out belts. The atmosphere to the place at least was nice, especially with the sign directly in front of the outer wall.

[To defeat owner in Savage Combat, please use rear door.] Was neatly printed on the otherwise normal picket sign.

So, you, being a person with absolutely zero reason to try such a thing, as well as hoping to avoid an unnecessary ass-whooping, decided to go to the front door, and politely ask for directions.

As if to praise the wise choice, you were also greeted by the smiling face of a young woman who seemed to be in her mid-20's at the latest.

You felt a gulp of sudden pressure at the sheer aura the woman seemed to carry with her, but were able to clamp it down, thanks in no small part of the already recent shame of when you met Sanae weighing in your mind.

"A-ah! Hello! I...was wondering if I could get some directions?" You half stuttered before forcefully clearing your throat and focusing on the words. Curse and Bless meeting so many crazy hot girls!

What man could do anything less before such a Legendary Class 'Onee-San' figure!?

"Oh, of course! Please. come inside for some tea while I a map of the area for you. It is changing so very quickly these days." The woman postured for a moment before taking your hand and dragging you into the house. You tried to panic or freak out, but none of it left your body while in her grip.

Within moments, you were seated beside a koi pond with a cup of green tea as the lady you now knew was named 'Kasumi' went to get a map of the district. Before you could say you were looking for a person, and not a place.

So, with your knees on a pillow and a picturesque view, you tried your best to relax for a moment, even trying a few sips of the tea. Wasn't your drink of choice, but anything less would be rude, and doing that...felt like a mistake.

"Oh, hey. You weren't who I expected when Kasumi said a guest came by." At least, you were before s voice spoke from directly behind you, making your spine straighten as you fell to the side, Third-Arm barely catching the tea as it went flying from your hands.

Your new laying position with a hand to your heart however, did give you a good view of the guy who startled you so quickly.

He was RIPPED. Wearing black pants and a tank-top, every muscle and pec was shone with vivid detail through material or otherwise and looked over all like the kind of person Jack wished he was and feared would kick the crap out of him if he had tried the other entrance.

He also had a squirming black piglet in one hand, but right after his sentence the guy literally punted the livestock hard enough that it flew over the horizon, raising SO MANY questions that you felt far to freaked out to answer. So you just chucked it gleefully under the ever-growing stock of 'Weird Shit to Never Address' and began to move past terror as the guy sat down at the other end of the table, resting his head in a hand.

"Aight then, judging from the moving fashion accessory ya'll're toting, the make-up and general 'aura' you're putting out, I'm guessing Magic crap is about. And if your here...trying to fix or add a curse? Cause I'll warn ya, screw with us and you'll be missing a few teeth." The pig-tailed boy casually stated even as you shuddered for a moment, and drew the Third-Arm in for a kind of pseudo-hug.

"No...just, just no. I'm here to...meet someone actually." You tried to explain, only for the guy to raise his other hand dismissively.

"Right, sure, course ya are. That's my second guess. Aight, who you engaged too and what's the stupidly specific and/or nonsensical tradition needed to get out of it. Also, who's the lucky family, Saotome or Tendo, it'll help me know who's in need of the next beating." Pig-Tail sighed out even as he got up and started stretching, popping each knuckle individually even as you stared and wondered if he was fucking serious.

Will Check of DC 40: Rolled...48! PASS!

"I, ah. But...Okay, I'm kind of scared of you cause of the Currently Flying Piglet, but I have to ask. Are you fucking serious right now? No. I am not here for anyone with the last names Tendo, or Saotome, definitely not to marry anyone, and I have REALLY want to know how much you now about magic now, but please. PLEASE. I just want to find a guy named Konatsu and I can leave this place forever." You slightly begged, even as the guy kept staring at you as you worked up enough of your nerve to stand as straight as you could, look Pig-Tail in the eyes, and not stutter.

Pig-Tail...broke out laughing.

"PfffttttAH, hahahah! Ah, man, good on you for that, I could feel the honesty there. You look kinda weedy, but a real Man needs some courage to em. Name's Ranma Saotome, resident expert, if I do say's so myself, on Curses, and the Greatest Martial Artist In The World. So, sure, I'll show ya where to find Konatsu, I was getting kind of hungry anyway, and I want to see where this goes now." Ranma grinned as, with a blur of movement, you were suddenly held by the stomach over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Oi, Kasumi! Nevermind with the map, I've got the new guy handled!" Ranma yelled deeper into the house as he walked to the foyer as you tried to free yourself to no success.

"Oh, how wonderful! Will I need to get the mop instead Ranma-kun?" Was the response shot back, making you freeze.

"Nah, you're good. It went much better than anticipated! See you in a bit, want me to bring leftovers?"

"Hmm, No thank you! Save room though, I'm making Maki Rolls later!" Was all you heard as the door to the Dojo was closed with Ranma's foot.

"Mmm, now I have two things to look forward to today!" Ranma snickered with genuine cheer, even as you wondered yet again just what had happened to your life.

END OF CHAPTER

CHOICES

[] Go For the Ride
- Get to Konatsu in Record Time

[] Try to Fly?

[] Have a Chat
- Ask Three Questions that may or may not be answered

[] So, How About That Magic?
- A Pointed Question to open the topic to deeper details.

[] Could ah...Could you Let Me Go? Please?

END OF CHOICE