Ranma winced as the dull side of his opponent's sword
struck his ribs yet again.
"Come ON, boy!" the man with the sword shouted as
Ranma clutched his side. "You're worse than my other worthless
pupil!"
Anger flashed in Ranma's eyes and he stood up and
resumed his fighting stance.
{Alright,} Ranma thought. {I've been holding back my
special attacks, but this jerk's just pushed me too far.}
"NOBODY calls me worthless," he growled.
"Ah, so you DO still have some fight left in you! I
guess I'll give you one more chance, but if you can't even
manage to give me a bruise this time, I won't teach you."
"Fine," Ranma said, smirking cockily, "but you're gonna
have a lot more that one bruise when I'm done with you."
The other man chuckled a bit. "Well, is that so? Let's
see if you can make good on that when I go all out."
"That's just the way I like it."
With that, the two men charged one another and an epic
battle began.
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Several hours later, Ranma awoke to a dull throbbing in
his head. As he tried to sit up, most of his body protested and
he fell back down.
"So, you're finally awake," came the swordsman's voice.
"I must say, I'm rather impressed. It's been a long time since
I've had broken ribs," he said, gesturing to his bandaged side.
Ranma declined to reply as he was trying his best not to
move.
"So, I've decided that you are worthy of learning my art;
the school of Hiten Mitsurugi, but on one condition."
"What's that?" Ranma grunted when the other man showed no
sign of continuing.
"You will teach me this 'Ascension Moko Takabisha.' It
is a rather powerful technique."
Ranma smiled and closed his eyes for some much needed rest.
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Author's note:
Well, the third installment is complete. I hope there's at
least a few people out there who are enjoying this... but I don't
think that's all too likely... Oh, well... can't win them all, right?
struck his ribs yet again.
"Come ON, boy!" the man with the sword shouted as
Ranma clutched his side. "You're worse than my other worthless
pupil!"
Anger flashed in Ranma's eyes and he stood up and
resumed his fighting stance.
{Alright,} Ranma thought. {I've been holding back my
special attacks, but this jerk's just pushed me too far.}
"NOBODY calls me worthless," he growled.
"Ah, so you DO still have some fight left in you! I
guess I'll give you one more chance, but if you can't even
manage to give me a bruise this time, I won't teach you."
"Fine," Ranma said, smirking cockily, "but you're gonna
have a lot more that one bruise when I'm done with you."
The other man chuckled a bit. "Well, is that so? Let's
see if you can make good on that when I go all out."
"That's just the way I like it."
With that, the two men charged one another and an epic
battle began.
--------------------
Several hours later, Ranma awoke to a dull throbbing in
his head. As he tried to sit up, most of his body protested and
he fell back down.
"So, you're finally awake," came the swordsman's voice.
"I must say, I'm rather impressed. It's been a long time since
I've had broken ribs," he said, gesturing to his bandaged side.
Ranma declined to reply as he was trying his best not to
move.
"So, I've decided that you are worthy of learning my art;
the school of Hiten Mitsurugi, but on one condition."
"What's that?" Ranma grunted when the other man showed no
sign of continuing.
"You will teach me this 'Ascension Moko Takabisha.' It
is a rather powerful technique."
Ranma smiled and closed his eyes for some much needed rest.
===================================================================
Author's note:
Well, the third installment is complete. I hope there's at
least a few people out there who are enjoying this... but I don't
think that's all too likely... Oh, well... can't win them all, right?