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Blood of a Superman
Prologue
Nodoka Saotome sat quietly in the ill lit living room of the Tendo Dojo. It had been seven days since the failed wedding. It had been seven days in which she saw her son sink deeper and deeper into his anger and frustration. She unsheathed the honor sword she held with her at all times and watched as it glistened in the moonlight filtering in through the opening sliding door.
She sighed to herself. Contemplating past decisions of the life she had lived, marrying a man so much younger than she was of course was among the chief thoughts. Though she didn't look it, Nodoka Saotome was much older than Genma. Again she sighed. Ranma as a martial artist had been proving himself to be the greatest of his generation, but only in body. She had heard stories of the battle at Jusendo from her husband and the various youths who were in some way attached to her son. After much deliberation she reached her decision and returned the sword to the sheath from which it came. Quite casually she removed a cellular phone from the insides of her Kimono. She thought it time for her child to learn the ways of the art tied to her side of the family.
Scrolling though the names she stopped on one and selected it. The phone then read 'Calling Seijuro Hiko' as she listened to it ring.
"Hello father," she said casually into the line, "I believe it is time to meet your grandson,"
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Author's notes and ramblings
Yeah, this is going to be awesome beyond compare, no really, it will be.
Blood of a Superman
Prologue
Nodoka Saotome sat quietly in the ill lit living room of the Tendo Dojo. It had been seven days since the failed wedding. It had been seven days in which she saw her son sink deeper and deeper into his anger and frustration. She unsheathed the honor sword she held with her at all times and watched as it glistened in the moonlight filtering in through the opening sliding door.
She sighed to herself. Contemplating past decisions of the life she had lived, marrying a man so much younger than she was of course was among the chief thoughts. Though she didn't look it, Nodoka Saotome was much older than Genma. Again she sighed. Ranma as a martial artist had been proving himself to be the greatest of his generation, but only in body. She had heard stories of the battle at Jusendo from her husband and the various youths who were in some way attached to her son. After much deliberation she reached her decision and returned the sword to the sheath from which it came. Quite casually she removed a cellular phone from the insides of her Kimono. She thought it time for her child to learn the ways of the art tied to her side of the family.
Scrolling though the names she stopped on one and selected it. The phone then read 'Calling Seijuro Hiko' as she listened to it ring.
"Hello father," she said casually into the line, "I believe it is time to meet your grandson,"
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Author's notes and ramblings
Yeah, this is going to be awesome beyond compare, no really, it will be.