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So suck on that!
WOOT!
I know the prologue chapter was short (one paragraph), but it was an
introductory prologue, that's what a prologue of the introductory nature
usually is. Of course I will be continuing, but ye all should care not for
the length of what is to be written. For those of you in the higher levels
of academia like myself, you probably appreciate shorter chapters because,
you know, time is a luxury during college, especially during finals
week...then again when there isn't much to do and I do enjoy reading a long
chapter...hmm...lets just find a happy medium here between short and long...and
then everyone can be happy....
By the way, I did the math; Hiko would be 162 years old in 1996, when Ranma
½ ended.
Blood of a Superman
Chapter One: Man in a white cape.
After the familiar echo of a large form impacting against the surface of the Koi pond, the residents of the Tendo Household took their usual seats at the table for breakfast. It was a normal morning, unlike any other really, the soaked panda trudging its way back to the house still sore from its fight with its son.
Said son, a boy named Ranma Saotome, sat at the table and crossed his arms. The morning spars with his father had been for a long time now been no where near challenging, but he had to humor his old man and dragged it out. Ever since that day...Ranma had a great amount of problems coping with the situations that were arising. Most of this was anger towards everyone who crashed the wedding. Between all their actions, the noncombatants of the family all could have been seriously hurt. In thinking about this he glanced up towards Kasumi, Nabiki, and his mother. He was worried that they would get caught up in the usual crossfire and chaos...and that they would be unable to survive it as it grew worse. He was even more worried about one other person who was just now coming to sit at the table. After Jusendo he knew what mattered. After the wedding he knew what he wanted to do. After everything else, he knew what would be the hardest thing to do in his life. He knew he loved Akane, but his proximity to her seemed only to bring her pain and hardship, most of which was in part to his own comments and insults and he knew it.
Soun ruffled his paper and continued reading. Nabiki groggily took a sip of her highly caffeinated jolt cola to get her started. Nodoka sat silently sipping her morning tea. Kasumi walked in with the trays of rice, fish, and pickled vegetables for breakfast. Genma, still in panda form, sat next to his son and prepared for his usual morning routine of taking his son's food and calling it training. Happosai bounded in and began ironing a pink pair of panties right on the table while beginning to eat the breakfast Kasumi had lain out. Akane, she merely entered the seen having just gotten out of the furo and gotten dressed. As she took her seat across the table from Ranma she looked over at the man who had saved her countless times and sighed in a depressed fashion. Ranma's eyes glanced up and their gazes met, only for an instant as they both huffed and shot their eyes in opposite directions.
"Husband," Nodoka said with a calm grace as she set down her tea.
'Yes dear,' read the sign.
"In light of the more than ten years you have instructed our son in your and skill of martial arts, I have decided to-" Nodoka's speech was interrupted by the sound of knocking coming from the back of the house.
"A challenger," Soun declared looking up from his paper.
'Ready boy,' Genma hit Ranma with the sign to get his distracted son's attention while he swiped another pickle.
"I'll get it," Kasumi stood and approached the back of the Tendo home.
Earlier that morning...
Akane was making excellent time on her morning jog. As she turned the corner at Dr. Tofu's she noticed a rather tall and muscular man walking in her direction from ahead. His hair was jet black save for a long stripe of white running down the left side. He wore what looked like a blue gi topped with an immense white cape with red interior lining. In his right hand was a jug of sake, in his left a wooden cane that she supposed was a walking stick.
"Excuse me miss," he said in a powerful, calm, and commanding tone.
His eyes were intense even when he asked such a simple and sedate question. His voice was of confidence that stood unwavering, despite his need for direction.
"Could you help me, I am new in this town and have gotten lost,"
Akane was wary of this man; she judged by his appearance that he was a martial artist. And by the way he carried himself, he was a master. Though as Akane looked at him she felt something amazingly familiar, something that reminded her of something she had seen every day of her life for the past two years.
"Where are you going?" she asked, still unsure of the situation.
"I was going to my daughter's home in Juban, but when I arrived it was in ruin," he said without changing his inflection, "I was told that she had moved here to Nerima. She has dark blue green eyes, short auburn hair, and is roughly this tall,"
He motioned with his hand the height of his daughter. It appeared she was a little taller than Akane, but no where near this man's height.
Akane stared at him blankly for a moment. She blinked a few times slightly speechless as she thought about who she knew in town that fit this man's brief description.
"Feh, never mind," he sighed as he continued on past her, "It is obvious you know nothing of any use to me,"
Akane stared blankly as he turned the corner and disappeared. She thought for a moment and pulled a brief mental image of Ranma's mother. She quickly shook that image and decided to get back to her jog.
Around the corner, the man walked on. Secure in his knowledge that the young woman he had stopped was his grandson's fiancée. She had a fine fighting spirit and much potential. He would be happy if his grandson had half as much potential as this girl, but from what his daughter had described, his grandson was light years ahead of the young woman he just spoken to. Tracing the ki left in the wake of her jog, he began slowly tracing it back to the place her jog had started. Present...
"Hello," said Kasumi as she opened the door.
"Hello," said the tall and powerful man standing on the other side.
Kasumi looked at this man in awe. In all her time around amazing martial artists, she had never seen a man so powerful or godlike. She was taken aback and had to catch her breath.
"Oh my," she said quickly.
"I am here to challenge the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts to combat," he said without the tone of his voice changing.
Kasumi quickly composed herself.
"Oh, you're here to see Ranma then. I go tell everyone to get ready. The dojo is over there, please go inside and wait for us to begin," she said with her usual smile.
As the god-like man walked over to the dojo, his cape billowing, Kasumi went back to the dining room to address the family.
"There is a nice man here to challenge the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts," she said cheerfully.
Ranma sighed and rose. Another challenge, just what he needed. Some no name kung fu or karate black belt trying to make a name for himself. Repetition was beginning to annoy him.
As everyone entered the dojo to watch, they were surprised to see the large man standing there in the center of the dojo; all of them but Nodoka that is. He removed his cape, folded it, and set his jug and cane atop it in a corner of the room and took a stance, waiting for Ranma to follow suit.
Akane was double stunned. This was the man from earlier. Curiously she glanced at Nodoka to see that she had a slight smile on her face. Then it struck Akane, there was no way...this guy was...Nodoka's father. That meant that Ranma was...
Ranma wondered who this guy was. Ranma wasn't sensing any grand power from him, he wasn't even exerting a battle aura, but there was something about him that looked amazingly impressive and intimidating. Feh, Ranma had killed a god. How hard could this guy be to knock down? But despite that, there was a lingering familiarity in the air that Ranma couldn't place.
Ranma took his stance and began introductions.
"I'm Ranma Saotome, heir to the school of Anything Goes Martial Arts,"
"I am Seijuro Hiko, thirteenth master of the Hiten Mitsurugi of swordsman ship. Though I hold a focus on armed combat, I'll be fighting you unarmed today. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes," Ranma responded.
"Also, the terms of this fight," Hiko began, "I you win, I'll tell you why I'm here. If I win, I'll tell you why I'm here and you must submit to me as my new student and become the fifteenth master of the Hiten Mitsurugi alongside any other titles you are required to earn,"
"Feh, why such terms," Ranma inquired.
"I'll tell you when this fight is over," responded Hiko.
Nodoka stepped forward.
"Yes, you shall father," she said calmly and catching everyone's attention.
"Match start!" she called out raising her left hand.
Ranma's eyes opened wide as both he and Hiko became blurs and then invisible to the naked or untrained eye. Parts of the dojo wall, floor and ceiling exploded out in invisible impacts. Ranma didn't have time to react to this information, only fight. The man was impossibly fast, faster than Ranma's female form and stronger than his current form.
"MY DOJO," Sound cried shedding his usual tears, "REPAIRS WERE JUST FINISHED YESTERDAY!"
Suddenly a thunderous sound overtook the room. Ranma became visible again as he impacted against the polished wood floor. He was unconscious and Hiko's hand was still wrapped around his head holding him to the ground.
"I win," he said as he lifted the limp Ranma to his feet.
Ranma's eyes opened for only a few seconds before he again slipped into unconsciousness. In that time he heard two things. One was Akane screaming his name. The other was the man who had just crushed him. He was looking directly into those intense eyes.
"Starting tomorrow you are my apprentice," he said as Ranma's mind again darkened, "Understood grandson?"
End chapter one.
Author's Notes
WOOT
That was awesome to finish.
Well, what 'cha think?
Blood of a Superman
Chapter One: Man in a white cape.
After the familiar echo of a large form impacting against the surface of the Koi pond, the residents of the Tendo Household took their usual seats at the table for breakfast. It was a normal morning, unlike any other really, the soaked panda trudging its way back to the house still sore from its fight with its son.
Said son, a boy named Ranma Saotome, sat at the table and crossed his arms. The morning spars with his father had been for a long time now been no where near challenging, but he had to humor his old man and dragged it out. Ever since that day...Ranma had a great amount of problems coping with the situations that were arising. Most of this was anger towards everyone who crashed the wedding. Between all their actions, the noncombatants of the family all could have been seriously hurt. In thinking about this he glanced up towards Kasumi, Nabiki, and his mother. He was worried that they would get caught up in the usual crossfire and chaos...and that they would be unable to survive it as it grew worse. He was even more worried about one other person who was just now coming to sit at the table. After Jusendo he knew what mattered. After the wedding he knew what he wanted to do. After everything else, he knew what would be the hardest thing to do in his life. He knew he loved Akane, but his proximity to her seemed only to bring her pain and hardship, most of which was in part to his own comments and insults and he knew it.
Soun ruffled his paper and continued reading. Nabiki groggily took a sip of her highly caffeinated jolt cola to get her started. Nodoka sat silently sipping her morning tea. Kasumi walked in with the trays of rice, fish, and pickled vegetables for breakfast. Genma, still in panda form, sat next to his son and prepared for his usual morning routine of taking his son's food and calling it training. Happosai bounded in and began ironing a pink pair of panties right on the table while beginning to eat the breakfast Kasumi had lain out. Akane, she merely entered the seen having just gotten out of the furo and gotten dressed. As she took her seat across the table from Ranma she looked over at the man who had saved her countless times and sighed in a depressed fashion. Ranma's eyes glanced up and their gazes met, only for an instant as they both huffed and shot their eyes in opposite directions.
"Husband," Nodoka said with a calm grace as she set down her tea.
'Yes dear,' read the sign.
"In light of the more than ten years you have instructed our son in your and skill of martial arts, I have decided to-" Nodoka's speech was interrupted by the sound of knocking coming from the back of the house.
"A challenger," Soun declared looking up from his paper.
'Ready boy,' Genma hit Ranma with the sign to get his distracted son's attention while he swiped another pickle.
"I'll get it," Kasumi stood and approached the back of the Tendo home.
Earlier that morning...
Akane was making excellent time on her morning jog. As she turned the corner at Dr. Tofu's she noticed a rather tall and muscular man walking in her direction from ahead. His hair was jet black save for a long stripe of white running down the left side. He wore what looked like a blue gi topped with an immense white cape with red interior lining. In his right hand was a jug of sake, in his left a wooden cane that she supposed was a walking stick.
"Excuse me miss," he said in a powerful, calm, and commanding tone.
His eyes were intense even when he asked such a simple and sedate question. His voice was of confidence that stood unwavering, despite his need for direction.
"Could you help me, I am new in this town and have gotten lost,"
Akane was wary of this man; she judged by his appearance that he was a martial artist. And by the way he carried himself, he was a master. Though as Akane looked at him she felt something amazingly familiar, something that reminded her of something she had seen every day of her life for the past two years.
"Where are you going?" she asked, still unsure of the situation.
"I was going to my daughter's home in Juban, but when I arrived it was in ruin," he said without changing his inflection, "I was told that she had moved here to Nerima. She has dark blue green eyes, short auburn hair, and is roughly this tall,"
He motioned with his hand the height of his daughter. It appeared she was a little taller than Akane, but no where near this man's height.
Akane stared at him blankly for a moment. She blinked a few times slightly speechless as she thought about who she knew in town that fit this man's brief description.
"Feh, never mind," he sighed as he continued on past her, "It is obvious you know nothing of any use to me,"
Akane stared blankly as he turned the corner and disappeared. She thought for a moment and pulled a brief mental image of Ranma's mother. She quickly shook that image and decided to get back to her jog.
Around the corner, the man walked on. Secure in his knowledge that the young woman he had stopped was his grandson's fiancée. She had a fine fighting spirit and much potential. He would be happy if his grandson had half as much potential as this girl, but from what his daughter had described, his grandson was light years ahead of the young woman he just spoken to. Tracing the ki left in the wake of her jog, he began slowly tracing it back to the place her jog had started. Present...
"Hello," said Kasumi as she opened the door.
"Hello," said the tall and powerful man standing on the other side.
Kasumi looked at this man in awe. In all her time around amazing martial artists, she had never seen a man so powerful or godlike. She was taken aback and had to catch her breath.
"Oh my," she said quickly.
"I am here to challenge the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts to combat," he said without the tone of his voice changing.
Kasumi quickly composed herself.
"Oh, you're here to see Ranma then. I go tell everyone to get ready. The dojo is over there, please go inside and wait for us to begin," she said with her usual smile.
As the god-like man walked over to the dojo, his cape billowing, Kasumi went back to the dining room to address the family.
"There is a nice man here to challenge the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts," she said cheerfully.
Ranma sighed and rose. Another challenge, just what he needed. Some no name kung fu or karate black belt trying to make a name for himself. Repetition was beginning to annoy him.
As everyone entered the dojo to watch, they were surprised to see the large man standing there in the center of the dojo; all of them but Nodoka that is. He removed his cape, folded it, and set his jug and cane atop it in a corner of the room and took a stance, waiting for Ranma to follow suit.
Akane was double stunned. This was the man from earlier. Curiously she glanced at Nodoka to see that she had a slight smile on her face. Then it struck Akane, there was no way...this guy was...Nodoka's father. That meant that Ranma was...
Ranma wondered who this guy was. Ranma wasn't sensing any grand power from him, he wasn't even exerting a battle aura, but there was something about him that looked amazingly impressive and intimidating. Feh, Ranma had killed a god. How hard could this guy be to knock down? But despite that, there was a lingering familiarity in the air that Ranma couldn't place.
Ranma took his stance and began introductions.
"I'm Ranma Saotome, heir to the school of Anything Goes Martial Arts,"
"I am Seijuro Hiko, thirteenth master of the Hiten Mitsurugi of swordsman ship. Though I hold a focus on armed combat, I'll be fighting you unarmed today. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes," Ranma responded.
"Also, the terms of this fight," Hiko began, "I you win, I'll tell you why I'm here. If I win, I'll tell you why I'm here and you must submit to me as my new student and become the fifteenth master of the Hiten Mitsurugi alongside any other titles you are required to earn,"
"Feh, why such terms," Ranma inquired.
"I'll tell you when this fight is over," responded Hiko.
Nodoka stepped forward.
"Yes, you shall father," she said calmly and catching everyone's attention.
"Match start!" she called out raising her left hand.
Ranma's eyes opened wide as both he and Hiko became blurs and then invisible to the naked or untrained eye. Parts of the dojo wall, floor and ceiling exploded out in invisible impacts. Ranma didn't have time to react to this information, only fight. The man was impossibly fast, faster than Ranma's female form and stronger than his current form.
"MY DOJO," Sound cried shedding his usual tears, "REPAIRS WERE JUST FINISHED YESTERDAY!"
Suddenly a thunderous sound overtook the room. Ranma became visible again as he impacted against the polished wood floor. He was unconscious and Hiko's hand was still wrapped around his head holding him to the ground.
"I win," he said as he lifted the limp Ranma to his feet.
Ranma's eyes opened for only a few seconds before he again slipped into unconsciousness. In that time he heard two things. One was Akane screaming his name. The other was the man who had just crushed him. He was looking directly into those intense eyes.
"Starting tomorrow you are my apprentice," he said as Ranma's mind again darkened, "Understood grandson?"
End chapter one.
Author's Notes
WOOT
That was awesome to finish.
Well, what 'cha think?