(Well, Sorry about the grammar mistakes. I'm back home so spell check is
once again, no more. Huh. I am very sorry about my misuse of pronouns. I
will try to call Ranma whatever gender she/he is at the time. (In this fic
it will be mostly female but hey...) Well other than that I recieved no
criticism. This fic is goin' better than any of my others! I already have
a decent amount of reviews and I've only had the fic up two days! Well, On
with the show!)
Chapter 2: Pressure Arts
"Kasumi, where is Ranma?" Akane asked.
Kasumi hated to lie. But she couldn't hurt Ranma. Not worse than he already was. She hoped he could find a cure quickly and come back home. But... If he couldn't.... she would have to lie, forever. "Ranma, this was all so sudden. You were here, but then you left us, and may never come back. Just like that. We may never see you again. I don't like to admit it but the best times of my life were when you were around. You led everyone. You were the center of the us all..." Kasumi thought.
"Kasumi? Are you ok?" Akane asked.
"Ahhh!! Oh yes, sorry Akane. I was just thinking,"
"Oh, well anyway, can you tell me where Ranma is?" Akane asked. It seemed she had finally gotten over her anger.
"Oh I think i heard him go out a while ago," Kasumi replied.
"Ok, thanks! I'll go look for him," Akane said and she ran out into the rain.
"Oh, I hope she doesn't catch a cold!" Kasumi said. She went back to her old sing-song type voice, but inside she was feeling horrible for forcing Ranma into a, once again, locked curse.
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Huh, Huh. Heh heh. I'll make it to China and back cured in a week! Ranma was walking. She could see the ocean and had only been traveling for a few hours. She had avioded towns ever since she entered her first one. So many boys had hit on her she couldn't stand it, so she bulleted out of the town as quickly as possible. Ranma's train of thought had been sidetracked to something bad and she grew angry. "GOOODDDD!!! IF THAT'S EVEN POSSIBLE, I LOOK BETTER THAN I DID BEFORE! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" Ranma shouted to the sky.
For once, Kami-sama was not laughing. Rolling on the ground wheezing and panting isn't considered laughing. Urd, was with him. Same with Skuld. Bellandy stiffled a chuckle.
"Huh, I really don't wanna.... but I guess I gotta.," Ranma said looking towards the sea that he had now reached. I'll swim you again.
She jumped in. The water was cold. Just like she remembered it. Very cold. She wore a training gi like back when she swam the sea the first time. But this time she triple knoted the belt, just in case.
She swam like a demon, trying to beat the sea. She wanted to make it across in two days or less. Her last time it took her 6 days but that was, what? Two years ago? She had surely increased enough to make it in a day or two.
Onward she swam. For two days she swam and arrived right on time at a small port city that she had planned.
"HEY! What is that?" a boatman shouted.
"What? I don't see anything," another replied.
That yellowish thing coming in from the sea!" the first boatman said.
"Uh... that's the sun,"
The first boatman slapped the other man directly across the face and then grabbed his head and forced him to look in the direction of the oncoming torpedo.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S A TORPEDO! SOMETHING IS FIRING AT US!" a man shouted.
Everyone prepared for impact, and waited.... and waited.... and waited. And when nothing came one man looked over the edge. "HEY! THATS A PERSON! A GIRL!"
"HE'S RIGHT! HEY, YOU NEED SOME HELP?!" A man shouted. The girl kept swimming. She paid absolutly no attention, as she swam up to the dock. "How does she plan on getting out?" The boat crew thought. Suddenly, when she reached the edge of the dock she stopped, and dissappeared beneath the surface of the water.
"Hey, what's she...." But suddenly, the girl burst forth from the water and up 10 mabye 15 feet onto the high dock.
She shook herself off, and looked around. "Huh, I made it!" She said in broken Chineese. Just as she was about to burst off into a huge sprint, a man stepped in her way...
"Hey! Who are you? Can we help you with something?"
Ranma smiled.
Putting on her cutest face(which was a face that would turn a murderer into a full blown christian) she said, "I"m so very tired after my long trip, A..and I was just wonderin' if I could have some food?"
She twiddled her hair.
They fed her for free. How much could this little girl possibly eat? Plus she was so cute! Boy, were they mistaken. Ranma left the village empty of food at a high sprint with a full stomach. She was also fully stocked for a weeks camping, tent and all.
"That was great! I need to stop at these little chineese villages more often!" Ranma said aloud.
As she was running coming close to breaking the sound barrier since she was chi powering her legs she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
DOJO! BING!
Her course veered of to the left as she came to stop at the dojo. Ranma was in a hurry but she never passed up the chance to train with a master. "Hmm, Pressure Arts School? Well, worth it to see what's in here," Ranma thought.
She walked up. The dojo itself was much like the tendo dojo only it had no gate or wall. It was in a wide open space so there was plenty of room to spar anywhere. Ranma noticed some odd things. There were posts up but there were lines behind the posts with markings going away from them on the ground. 10ft. 20ft. 30ft.... all the way up to 100ft. "What is this?" She thought.
She came to the door and knocked.
"Yes who is it?" Came the voice of an elderly man.
"Uhh, I wish to train at this dojo," Ranma called.
The door opened to reveal the elderly man, a middle aged woman who looked much like Nodoka, and a young girl about the same age as Ranma.
"Well, young lady, I'm only looking for the best. I'm sorry but you don't even look like you could beat a toddler in a real fight!" The older man said with a laugh.
Of course, as expected, Ranma steamed. "FIGHT ME! WE'LL SEE WHOS AS GOOD AS A TODDLER!" If the three years he spent in Nerima had taught him anything, it taught him that girls AREN'T weak! Period! They have strength over men. Since men don't like to hit girls they have superiority. And just because women look weaker doesn't mean they are. Natsume and Kurimi for example. Though she hated to admit it Ranma wouldn't have stood a chance in the first fight, even without Akane like he said he would....
"Sorry, I don't train beginners," The old man said.
Ranma punched the door off it's hinges. "Do I look like a beginner to you? I have NEVER lost a fight and I don't plan to here,"
The old man, in shock at the women before him's abilities, decided it was best not to insult this girl.
"OK, I'll begin training right away!" he said nervously.
"Good,"
"And the first step of my training is for you to fix this door!" The man said, "When your done with that I'll introduce myself.
"Damn," Ranma muttered under her breath.
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About 20 minutes later Ranma had finished reattaching the door to it's hinges. "Stupid non-sliding door," Ranma thought.
"Well now that your done with that I shall introduce myself. My name is Sejourn Le Mey, but you can call me See," See said.
"Alright... See, Now i was wondering how do you know Japanesse?" Ranma asked.
"Well, I learned it of course, I decided I needed to learn it back when a young man came to my dojo and asked me something in Japanesse. Well I said to him I don't understand and he says..." See never got to finish.
"OH SHUT UP!" A tall, brown haired girl with great big glasses screeched.
"Now May...! I wasn't doin' anythin'! I wasn't telling any looonnng stories! It was just a short one!" See said.
"Hello, I'm May Lon Mey, my father here, has this problem with telling extreamly long stories that get very boring," She said.
"Heh, I see..." Ranma said nervously.
"Well anyway, lets have a little spar to see if you've got what it takes," See said.
They squared off, as May hurried off the main area of the dojo to the sidelines.
"BEGIN!"
Ranma charged forward but his opponent scooted back. Ranma charged again but was suddenly hit. It was not a hard hit but she wasn't expecting it at all considering his opponent was on the opposite side of the room.
"What the hell!?" Ranma cried.
Suddenly she was hit repeatedly three times in the ribs. The hits felt more like pinpricks, patheticly weak, but still... Ranma watched his opponent waiting. She realized that everytime See punched from a distance the hit seemed to hit her as if the fist had stretched out to her.
"I don't know how he's doing it but it's got a big weakness," Ranma thought. Apparantly there was a gap of time between the end of See's punch and when the punch conect4ed with her.
See punched and kicked.
Ranma jumped and landed behind See giving him a great kick to the back sending him flying against the wall.
"Ow,' See mutered from inside the wooden wall. "Ok. That's enough. Your very good miss?..." He left the question hang.
"Ranma,"
"Hmm, well then Ranma, my dojo is based completely on one technique. It has no name. We use it to damage the opponent at long distances. I wasn't expecting you to leap over me," See told her. "How you do it is to punch at nothing place your chi into one punch and use air pressure against the opponant,"
"So I place my ki into the air pressure?" Ranma asked.
"Yes exactly. And it's not called ki, it's called chi," See said.
"Whatever," Ranma returned.
So they trained. Ranma learned the technique in a matter of minutes and discovered exactly why the dojo was built primaraly on this technique. It was VERY helpful. Being able to hit enemies from a distance was a good thing. But it could be applied to more things. She could use the technique in her feet, place the chi into the air and jump twice as high as she used to be able to. It took a little longer to do this but still.... it was very helpful.
And so, in three days time, Ranma left the dojo with the ability to throw a punch over 200 feet. It was an elementary dojo, with a very good idea.
(So ends the Chapter on pressure arts. Sorry about the wait. I've been on like five vacations in one week. I had the third chapter done before the this one! Well almost any way. Thanks to all those who reviewed and will review. Well R&R later.)
Chapter 2: Pressure Arts
"Kasumi, where is Ranma?" Akane asked.
Kasumi hated to lie. But she couldn't hurt Ranma. Not worse than he already was. She hoped he could find a cure quickly and come back home. But... If he couldn't.... she would have to lie, forever. "Ranma, this was all so sudden. You were here, but then you left us, and may never come back. Just like that. We may never see you again. I don't like to admit it but the best times of my life were when you were around. You led everyone. You were the center of the us all..." Kasumi thought.
"Kasumi? Are you ok?" Akane asked.
"Ahhh!! Oh yes, sorry Akane. I was just thinking,"
"Oh, well anyway, can you tell me where Ranma is?" Akane asked. It seemed she had finally gotten over her anger.
"Oh I think i heard him go out a while ago," Kasumi replied.
"Ok, thanks! I'll go look for him," Akane said and she ran out into the rain.
"Oh, I hope she doesn't catch a cold!" Kasumi said. She went back to her old sing-song type voice, but inside she was feeling horrible for forcing Ranma into a, once again, locked curse.
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Huh, Huh. Heh heh. I'll make it to China and back cured in a week! Ranma was walking. She could see the ocean and had only been traveling for a few hours. She had avioded towns ever since she entered her first one. So many boys had hit on her she couldn't stand it, so she bulleted out of the town as quickly as possible. Ranma's train of thought had been sidetracked to something bad and she grew angry. "GOOODDDD!!! IF THAT'S EVEN POSSIBLE, I LOOK BETTER THAN I DID BEFORE! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!" Ranma shouted to the sky.
For once, Kami-sama was not laughing. Rolling on the ground wheezing and panting isn't considered laughing. Urd, was with him. Same with Skuld. Bellandy stiffled a chuckle.
"Huh, I really don't wanna.... but I guess I gotta.," Ranma said looking towards the sea that he had now reached. I'll swim you again.
She jumped in. The water was cold. Just like she remembered it. Very cold. She wore a training gi like back when she swam the sea the first time. But this time she triple knoted the belt, just in case.
She swam like a demon, trying to beat the sea. She wanted to make it across in two days or less. Her last time it took her 6 days but that was, what? Two years ago? She had surely increased enough to make it in a day or two.
Onward she swam. For two days she swam and arrived right on time at a small port city that she had planned.
"HEY! What is that?" a boatman shouted.
"What? I don't see anything," another replied.
That yellowish thing coming in from the sea!" the first boatman said.
"Uh... that's the sun,"
The first boatman slapped the other man directly across the face and then grabbed his head and forced him to look in the direction of the oncoming torpedo.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S A TORPEDO! SOMETHING IS FIRING AT US!" a man shouted.
Everyone prepared for impact, and waited.... and waited.... and waited. And when nothing came one man looked over the edge. "HEY! THATS A PERSON! A GIRL!"
"HE'S RIGHT! HEY, YOU NEED SOME HELP?!" A man shouted. The girl kept swimming. She paid absolutly no attention, as she swam up to the dock. "How does she plan on getting out?" The boat crew thought. Suddenly, when she reached the edge of the dock she stopped, and dissappeared beneath the surface of the water.
"Hey, what's she...." But suddenly, the girl burst forth from the water and up 10 mabye 15 feet onto the high dock.
She shook herself off, and looked around. "Huh, I made it!" She said in broken Chineese. Just as she was about to burst off into a huge sprint, a man stepped in her way...
"Hey! Who are you? Can we help you with something?"
Ranma smiled.
Putting on her cutest face(which was a face that would turn a murderer into a full blown christian) she said, "I"m so very tired after my long trip, A..and I was just wonderin' if I could have some food?"
She twiddled her hair.
They fed her for free. How much could this little girl possibly eat? Plus she was so cute! Boy, were they mistaken. Ranma left the village empty of food at a high sprint with a full stomach. She was also fully stocked for a weeks camping, tent and all.
"That was great! I need to stop at these little chineese villages more often!" Ranma said aloud.
As she was running coming close to breaking the sound barrier since she was chi powering her legs she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
DOJO! BING!
Her course veered of to the left as she came to stop at the dojo. Ranma was in a hurry but she never passed up the chance to train with a master. "Hmm, Pressure Arts School? Well, worth it to see what's in here," Ranma thought.
She walked up. The dojo itself was much like the tendo dojo only it had no gate or wall. It was in a wide open space so there was plenty of room to spar anywhere. Ranma noticed some odd things. There were posts up but there were lines behind the posts with markings going away from them on the ground. 10ft. 20ft. 30ft.... all the way up to 100ft. "What is this?" She thought.
She came to the door and knocked.
"Yes who is it?" Came the voice of an elderly man.
"Uhh, I wish to train at this dojo," Ranma called.
The door opened to reveal the elderly man, a middle aged woman who looked much like Nodoka, and a young girl about the same age as Ranma.
"Well, young lady, I'm only looking for the best. I'm sorry but you don't even look like you could beat a toddler in a real fight!" The older man said with a laugh.
Of course, as expected, Ranma steamed. "FIGHT ME! WE'LL SEE WHOS AS GOOD AS A TODDLER!" If the three years he spent in Nerima had taught him anything, it taught him that girls AREN'T weak! Period! They have strength over men. Since men don't like to hit girls they have superiority. And just because women look weaker doesn't mean they are. Natsume and Kurimi for example. Though she hated to admit it Ranma wouldn't have stood a chance in the first fight, even without Akane like he said he would....
"Sorry, I don't train beginners," The old man said.
Ranma punched the door off it's hinges. "Do I look like a beginner to you? I have NEVER lost a fight and I don't plan to here,"
The old man, in shock at the women before him's abilities, decided it was best not to insult this girl.
"OK, I'll begin training right away!" he said nervously.
"Good,"
"And the first step of my training is for you to fix this door!" The man said, "When your done with that I'll introduce myself.
"Damn," Ranma muttered under her breath.
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About 20 minutes later Ranma had finished reattaching the door to it's hinges. "Stupid non-sliding door," Ranma thought.
"Well now that your done with that I shall introduce myself. My name is Sejourn Le Mey, but you can call me See," See said.
"Alright... See, Now i was wondering how do you know Japanesse?" Ranma asked.
"Well, I learned it of course, I decided I needed to learn it back when a young man came to my dojo and asked me something in Japanesse. Well I said to him I don't understand and he says..." See never got to finish.
"OH SHUT UP!" A tall, brown haired girl with great big glasses screeched.
"Now May...! I wasn't doin' anythin'! I wasn't telling any looonnng stories! It was just a short one!" See said.
"Hello, I'm May Lon Mey, my father here, has this problem with telling extreamly long stories that get very boring," She said.
"Heh, I see..." Ranma said nervously.
"Well anyway, lets have a little spar to see if you've got what it takes," See said.
They squared off, as May hurried off the main area of the dojo to the sidelines.
"BEGIN!"
Ranma charged forward but his opponent scooted back. Ranma charged again but was suddenly hit. It was not a hard hit but she wasn't expecting it at all considering his opponent was on the opposite side of the room.
"What the hell!?" Ranma cried.
Suddenly she was hit repeatedly three times in the ribs. The hits felt more like pinpricks, patheticly weak, but still... Ranma watched his opponent waiting. She realized that everytime See punched from a distance the hit seemed to hit her as if the fist had stretched out to her.
"I don't know how he's doing it but it's got a big weakness," Ranma thought. Apparantly there was a gap of time between the end of See's punch and when the punch conect4ed with her.
See punched and kicked.
Ranma jumped and landed behind See giving him a great kick to the back sending him flying against the wall.
"Ow,' See mutered from inside the wooden wall. "Ok. That's enough. Your very good miss?..." He left the question hang.
"Ranma,"
"Hmm, well then Ranma, my dojo is based completely on one technique. It has no name. We use it to damage the opponent at long distances. I wasn't expecting you to leap over me," See told her. "How you do it is to punch at nothing place your chi into one punch and use air pressure against the opponant,"
"So I place my ki into the air pressure?" Ranma asked.
"Yes exactly. And it's not called ki, it's called chi," See said.
"Whatever," Ranma returned.
So they trained. Ranma learned the technique in a matter of minutes and discovered exactly why the dojo was built primaraly on this technique. It was VERY helpful. Being able to hit enemies from a distance was a good thing. But it could be applied to more things. She could use the technique in her feet, place the chi into the air and jump twice as high as she used to be able to. It took a little longer to do this but still.... it was very helpful.
And so, in three days time, Ranma left the dojo with the ability to throw a punch over 200 feet. It was an elementary dojo, with a very good idea.
(So ends the Chapter on pressure arts. Sorry about the wait. I've been on like five vacations in one week. I had the third chapter done before the this one! Well almost any way. Thanks to all those who reviewed and will review. Well R&R later.)