Disclaimer: I do not own any Ranma characters
"Concentrate on the target in front of you Ranma ! You are getting weak. What a useless son I have", Genma yelled, delivering a kick to Ranma's stomach.
"Save your comments for yourself, old man. I'm not done with you yet. Take this- CHESTNUTS ROASTING IN OPEN FIRE". Ranma attacked back with a series of punches, each delivering a blow that would knock a normal adult unconcious for 2 hours flat. Genma,despite his bulky size, dodged his attacks easily and sneered at his son.
' Getting tired already? This is just the beginning boy'.
The pigtailed warrior wiped the sweats from his forehead and took a defensive stance, his deep blue eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried to read his opponent next moves. Genma ran straight and tried to deliver a punch at Ranma's face but Ranma blocked it easily.
" Heh! Too easy." Ranma grinned evily
"Not so fast, boy. An opening". A swift low kick sent Ranma sprawling on the ground groaning in pain.
" The punch is a distraction, my boy. The training ends now. You better start practising your moves and reflect today's lesson. We will start again tomorrow. Stop whining like a girl. Seriously I thought that the Jusenkyo curse just alter your body, not your mind" Genma sighed and went back to the tent, lamenting that his boy is a sissy and it would be 200 years before he could be the master of Saotome Anything Goes School Of Warrior Martial Arts. How humiliating.
Ranma threw an irritating glare at his father's departing form. He could not believe that his father could win him so easily even though he tried his new move, chestnut roasting in open fire. A distraction move would cost you your life, his father once told him. And like an idiot, he is the victim every time in their little sparring session.
A warrior family he was born into, he must master the art to escape from Death's grip during their encounters with the demons in the forest. Ranma embarked on a training trip with his father when he was only 5 and throughout their journey, he learnt from various masters unarmed attacks and the way of the sword and various other weapons. He also learnt a few healing spells that were handy during their encounters with demons with their undying thirst for human blood in caves. Since then, they had survived by offering their services as demon hunters in villages which they past by on the journey.
Ranma pick up his sword from the ground and begun to practise his sword moves. 'Nerima. A place where the bravest and fearless warriors can be found. Wait till I learn a new move from the masters there and then I will beat you fair and square. If I'm not wrong, the healers are also well-known for their healing capablities.Maybe I could find a cure there' Thoughts of being able to get rid of the curse help to dispel the gloom surrounding Ranma as he tigthened his grip on the handle.
Authors notes: This story will have some elements of Diablo, one of the coolest PC game I ever played. I hope I don't take too long to update but reviews are definitely going to help me to update it faster so keep the reviews coming.