Ranma is the property of Rumiko Takahashi
The Destroyer ist the property of Warren Murphy and the late Richard Ben- Sapir
I own a VW.
Ranma ½ - The Destroyer
CREATED: RANMA THE DESTROYER
Chapter 1: Here's Ranma!
His name was Ranma and he was soaking wet. That also meant that at the moment, he was a she. A very pretty, red-haired she, in fact. But at that moment, all anyone in the street really paid attention to was that this girl was frantically running in the rain, barefoot.
Suddenly, as though she had heard the approach of someone behind her, she stopped and spun around in a defensive stance. In a heartbeat, a one-way sign appeared out of the downpour, spinning with such precision that it seemed to slice raindrops in half as it scythed its way toward her pretty neck.
Ranma caught the sign and in one, fluid motion, flung it back.
A frail-looking, old man stepped into view at the other end of the street. Calmly, he raised his right index finger and held it up directly in the path of the spinning street sign. As if cut by a laser, the sign split in half and the two pieces pin-wheeled away at right angles to their original trajectory.
The ancient one slowly stepped forward.
Ranma pushed her sopping wet hair out of her eyes. "I'm going back to China!" She yelled, "Suck on that, old man!" Ranma leapt towards a nearby rooftop, eliciting gasps from the crowd, but just as her foot made contact with the roof, the old man was in front of her.
"One must always pay respect to master," he hissed, "even dog know this. Obviously, you do not!" With a movement that was at once both lightning fast and balletic in grace, the old man touched a long, tapered fingernail to the girl's neck.
Ranma arched her back as though she'd been struck by a piledriver and screamed. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
The old man was crouching beside her before anyone had realized that he'd left the roof. He gazed at the crumpled form with unconcealed contempt.
"Pathetic."
Soun Tendo, master of the school of "Anything Goes" martial arts was in his dojo. He didn't know whether to weep with joy, or flee to the farthest corner of the earth. He read the scroll that had arrived via messenger again and decided to give in to the inevitable.
He wept.
In a quivering voice he summoned his three daughters. "Kasumi, Nabiki, Akane!"
Kasumi, his eldest daughter, lowered the heat on the stove and headed for the dojo. Nabiki, the middle daughter, quickly finished her calculations and descended from her bedroom.
Akane, the youngest, however, was lost in concentration. She stared at the concrete blocks in front of her and with a yell, drove the edge of her rigid hand through the blocks. Not bad, she thought to herself.
Soun stuck his head out the window of the dojo and called her again. "Akane, come in here!"
Akane entered the dojo and knelt beside her two sisters who were already kneeling before their father.
"I have great news girls! The son of an old friend of mine is being brought here today by a great an ancient master. One of you will be selected as his fiancée."
The news was met with silence.
"The lad's name is Ranma Saotome. He is being trained by the great Master of Sinanju."
"Sinanju?" Nabiki asked, "Sounds like a perfume."
Soun leapt forward and clapped a hand over his daughter's mouth. "Aaaigh! Please don't speak that way about Sinanju! If Master Chiun should here you speak in such a disrespectful manner, we may not live long enough to draw another breath!"
Kasumi cleared her throat. "But father, what is this Ranma like?"
The elder Tendo laughed nervously. "I don't know, I've never met him."
"Oh great," Akane grouched, "so one of us is going to get stuck marrying some guy we don't even know? And what is Sinanju anyway?"
The voice that rang out in answer to Akane's question was definitely that of an old man, but the tone was that of someone that expected complete respect. "Sinanju is a small village in Korea where all the fighting arts were born. Gung-fu, karate, ninjitsu, feh! They are all but shadows. Sinanju is the Sun. Most intelligent people know this already, but it is obvious that you know less than nothing!"
Chiun, Master of Sinanju, had arrived.
Notes:
I'm really happy that I got such an enthusiastic response to the first "chapter" of this story. Thank you very much. For those of you that aren't familiar with the Destroyer series, I recommend checking out www.sinanju.com, and renting the movie "Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins" (released in Europe and Asia under the title of "Remo Williams: Unarmed and Dangerous").
The Destroyer ist the property of Warren Murphy and the late Richard Ben- Sapir
I own a VW.
Ranma ½ - The Destroyer
CREATED: RANMA THE DESTROYER
Chapter 1: Here's Ranma!
His name was Ranma and he was soaking wet. That also meant that at the moment, he was a she. A very pretty, red-haired she, in fact. But at that moment, all anyone in the street really paid attention to was that this girl was frantically running in the rain, barefoot.
Suddenly, as though she had heard the approach of someone behind her, she stopped and spun around in a defensive stance. In a heartbeat, a one-way sign appeared out of the downpour, spinning with such precision that it seemed to slice raindrops in half as it scythed its way toward her pretty neck.
Ranma caught the sign and in one, fluid motion, flung it back.
A frail-looking, old man stepped into view at the other end of the street. Calmly, he raised his right index finger and held it up directly in the path of the spinning street sign. As if cut by a laser, the sign split in half and the two pieces pin-wheeled away at right angles to their original trajectory.
The ancient one slowly stepped forward.
Ranma pushed her sopping wet hair out of her eyes. "I'm going back to China!" She yelled, "Suck on that, old man!" Ranma leapt towards a nearby rooftop, eliciting gasps from the crowd, but just as her foot made contact with the roof, the old man was in front of her.
"One must always pay respect to master," he hissed, "even dog know this. Obviously, you do not!" With a movement that was at once both lightning fast and balletic in grace, the old man touched a long, tapered fingernail to the girl's neck.
Ranma arched her back as though she'd been struck by a piledriver and screamed. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
The old man was crouching beside her before anyone had realized that he'd left the roof. He gazed at the crumpled form with unconcealed contempt.
"Pathetic."
Soun Tendo, master of the school of "Anything Goes" martial arts was in his dojo. He didn't know whether to weep with joy, or flee to the farthest corner of the earth. He read the scroll that had arrived via messenger again and decided to give in to the inevitable.
He wept.
In a quivering voice he summoned his three daughters. "Kasumi, Nabiki, Akane!"
Kasumi, his eldest daughter, lowered the heat on the stove and headed for the dojo. Nabiki, the middle daughter, quickly finished her calculations and descended from her bedroom.
Akane, the youngest, however, was lost in concentration. She stared at the concrete blocks in front of her and with a yell, drove the edge of her rigid hand through the blocks. Not bad, she thought to herself.
Soun stuck his head out the window of the dojo and called her again. "Akane, come in here!"
Akane entered the dojo and knelt beside her two sisters who were already kneeling before their father.
"I have great news girls! The son of an old friend of mine is being brought here today by a great an ancient master. One of you will be selected as his fiancée."
The news was met with silence.
"The lad's name is Ranma Saotome. He is being trained by the great Master of Sinanju."
"Sinanju?" Nabiki asked, "Sounds like a perfume."
Soun leapt forward and clapped a hand over his daughter's mouth. "Aaaigh! Please don't speak that way about Sinanju! If Master Chiun should here you speak in such a disrespectful manner, we may not live long enough to draw another breath!"
Kasumi cleared her throat. "But father, what is this Ranma like?"
The elder Tendo laughed nervously. "I don't know, I've never met him."
"Oh great," Akane grouched, "so one of us is going to get stuck marrying some guy we don't even know? And what is Sinanju anyway?"
The voice that rang out in answer to Akane's question was definitely that of an old man, but the tone was that of someone that expected complete respect. "Sinanju is a small village in Korea where all the fighting arts were born. Gung-fu, karate, ninjitsu, feh! They are all but shadows. Sinanju is the Sun. Most intelligent people know this already, but it is obvious that you know less than nothing!"
Chiun, Master of Sinanju, had arrived.
Notes:
I'm really happy that I got such an enthusiastic response to the first "chapter" of this story. Thank you very much. For those of you that aren't familiar with the Destroyer series, I recommend checking out www.sinanju.com, and renting the movie "Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins" (released in Europe and Asia under the title of "Remo Williams: Unarmed and Dangerous").